#i wish to be abandoned on her decks please

[writernopal]

🦎The Angel's Lyre🦎

A snippet wherein the author is slowly falling in love with describing the majestic Lizardfolk vessel, The Angel's Lyre. She was one of the first ships I ever characterized in the original telling of AASOAF, so as cool as some of the others are, she is very near and dear to my heart and I'm so glad I can FINALLY do her justice in canon. Enjoy this snippet or don't! Do whatever you want! BUT if you are going to read it, I highly recommend reading it to The Flower Garden by Joe Hisaishi. (excuse any mistakes, this is largely unedited 💙)

WC: 946 CW: none

I arrived at the bottom of the stairs that led to the main deck above. From here, the once muffled sounds from down below were now clear and identifiable, as if I’d just raised my head above the water’s surface. The low of hum of men going about their duties acted as a sort of tenor to the bassy sound of the sails flapping in the wind. The groaning of wood and straining of line harmonized with them, ever backed by the choir of the waves, repeating their shh-ah, shh-ah against the keel and hull of this ship and all others who’d cleave them until the end of time. I carefully ascended, skirts clutched in hand to avoid tripping, but nearly lost my footing once I reached the top. Not because of my indulgent imbibing the night before, but because it felt as if I’d just passed the portal to another world. And it was breathtaking.

Every surface was painstakingly carved with motifs depicting the grandeur of The Holtep Empire. The rising of their divine goddess Kava, spear pointed heavenward, and whose features were sharp enough to cut stone. The triumphs of many storied warriors, among them the familiar one of the Son of the Moon, greatsword victoriously aloft as the moon gave way to the shining sun. And of course, their emblem, that of a three-headed Lizardfolk clutching Oepus in its claws. A reminder that they believed themselves to be kings. Gods even. And each work, robed in rich red and gold paints, lustered with an incomparable fire and life in this western sun. 

Her four masts towered overhead like giants, each one handsomely decorated with scale-like engravings, as if strangled by the bodies of giant snakes. And her yards were wide. All proudly hanging white and gold brocaded sails, adorned with moving men in all colors and forms across their widths. Each one worked tirelessly to catch the wind precisely as their crewmates on the deck below instructed. I’d never been to the theater, but the way they moved, with such grace and certainty, evoked images of the elegant dancers I imagined might perform in a place like that. Gliding across the stage with all manner of pomp because they knew they were beautiful…

The decks themselves glistened in the afternoon sun from the sea spray and the ballista seated at her waist and bow glimmered along with it. Their filigree, as rich looking, perhaps more than any others I’d seen, rippled in the golden light as if these armaments might at any moment draw breath, stand upright, and strut alongside me. Ropes and barrels and devices I couldn’t even begin to name, made their home all along the ship, tended to by clusters of men performing their equally mysterious duties. None noted my presence, entranced instead by their vessel’s care and appearance like that of a dedicated potter to the lump of clay that spun on his wheel.

And now, in the calmness of observation, I could appreciate that she was the sort of vessel to have a quarterdeck and a poop deck. The latter term always sounded comical to me, but any trace of how funny-sounding the term was melted away as I looked upon her so directly. Both decks possessed handsomely bowed railings, calling to mind the tender and swelled shape of her instrumental namesake. And indeed, from those parts did sound a song. The rich voices of the men stationed there floated about the decks and air so pleasantly that I wished I could levitate, if only to blanket myself fully in their tune. And somewhere buried in that fortress was the wheel. I couldn’t see it, but I didn’t doubt it was a sight to behold. Perhaps like a crown on the head of a king.

I was not a sailor, but even I knew that calling The Angel’s Lyre ‘a ship’ was a disservice. She was a work of art. A masterpiece. Glorious and graceful and musical and dream-like. I could understand now why men so easily took to believing these masses of timber and nails were living, breathing beings. Why they named them. Why they would dangle themselves from dangerous heights and even be willing to die in service upon their decks. A single, indispensable truth, and one so expertly hidden that, despite always being seen, was rarely perceived. They were the blood to her life and the air to her lungs. And she belonged to them as much as they to her. Each capricious, but loyal. Tempestuous, but resolute. And with the sea stretched so far beneath them both, the sun on the horizon, and the wind to their backs, who in all the world could rightfully fault these men for loving such a dangerous mistress?

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[rpmemes-galore]

Pirates of the Caribbean: On Stranger Tides ... sentence starters

“Oh! A knife?”

“Walk or die.“

“You're killing her!”

“All part of the plan, yes?“

“Such beauty. Yet deadly.“

“Admit it. You still love me.”

“You are aware of the ritual?“

“You bastard, how could you?“

“Wait! I am with child... yours.“

“I heard where you're headed.“

“How can you say I used you?“

“All die. Even you. Soon, I hear.“

“The lies I told you were not lies.”

“That's very good, may I use that?“

“As do I. Always have, always will.”

Oh no, no, I've seen a thing or two.”

“You're either with us or against us!“

“I can save you. You need only ask.“

“I've actually never been that drunk.“

“He's religious, I believe it's required.“

“Who's to say I won't live forever, eh?“

And how will I get free of these bonds?“

“You lied to me by telling me the truth?“

“Mistook it for a brothel. Honest mistake.“

“I'm not with you, neither am I against you!“

“You will go. You will return. Or I will kill her.“

“I was wrong. Not every soul can be saved.“

“Maybe you don't believe in the supernatural?”

“I may have had... briefly, mind you... stirrings.”

“Face is familiar. Have I... threatened you before?“

“I cannot save you both. One of you must sacrifice.“

“You've stolen me. And I'm here to take meself back.“

“If not for me, you would never have been captured...”

“I think you might be better off if you just... stay out of it.”

“I'm starting to think you don't know where you're going.“

“It's not the destination so much as the journey, they say.“

“Have I mentioned, sir, what a lovely daughter you have?“

“Mutiny served me well. It gained me an audience with you.“

“Your father saved you. Perhaps his soul is now redeemed.“

“Does this face looks like it's been to the Fountain of Youth?“

“Did everyone see that? Because I will not be doing it, again.”

“You're the one who insisted on bringing the bloody mermaid!“

“If I don't kill a man every now and then, they forget who I am.“

“How is it we can never meet without you pointing something at me?“

“Captain, I wish to report a mutiny. I can name fingers and point names.“

“Seeing as how you're still alive, I say it's all been very successful thus far.“

“You demonstrated a lot of technique for someone I supposedly corrupted.“

“I thought I should give you fair warning, we're taking the ship. Nothing personal.“

“No, no, no, no, not quite all the way to feelings. More like... All right feelings, damn you.“

“You broke free of your bonds thirty minutes ago, waiting for the precise moment to pounce.“

“You know the feeling you get when standing in a high place, the sudden urge to jump... I don’t have it.”

“My God, you will not take her. If you have taken her, give her back. Give her back...please...”

“I be placed in a bewilderment. There I were, resting. And upon a sudden, I hear an ungodly row on deck.“

“Sailors abandoning their posts, without orders, without leave. Men before the mast, taking the ship for themselves.“

“Better to not know which moment may be your last. Every morsel of your entire being alive to the infinite mystery of it all.“

We shall need a crossbow, an hourglass, three goats, one of us must learn to play the trumpet, whilst the other one goes like this.”

Such beauty. Surely you are one of God's own creations and not a descendant of those dark creatures who found no refuge on the Ark.“

[takerfoxx]

On the night of the election, I had an honest-to-God dream where I woke up and found out that Harris had shockingly come in from behind and won the election. I remember how relieved I was that the nightmare had been averted. That we did choose to not elect a senile fascist back into office. That most of my country weren't willing choosing evil over progress.

Then I woke up, literally and figuratively.

Obviously, this has been a heavy blow. Honestly, as someone who was raised as a conservative Christian, who was a huge fan of Linkin Park, Kanye West, JK Rowling, Joss Whedon, Neil Gaiman, and the Undertaker for years, and who felt like I could trust my friends and family to have my back, it's been like these last few years have been a relentless train of disappointment and disillusionment in everything and everyone I once believed in and looked up to, and who I would go to for escape when things were bad. I know you should never meet your heroes, but damn, could they just have been like salty jerks who were caught being mean to the waiter instead of fascists, abusers, bigots, and so on? Could the entire world view that I had been raised in and fervently believed for over half my life not have turned out to be so awful? And yeah, I'm including the friends and family part in that as well.

Obviously, since the election, there's been a lot of finger pointing. Did Harris run a bad campaign? Did she abandon the working class? Was it the Gaza issue? Was it the fault of moral abstainers or third-party voters?

And honestly, I get it. Given the sheer horror of what we're facing, I get being frustrated with people who don't help and/or vote against their own interests only to go all Shocked Pikachu face when the worst possible scenario occurs. But I've been doing some thinking, and I personally believe that even if all those groups came out in support of Harris, whether it be because they do support her or even just as a way to block Trump, she still would have lost. This is the first time in a long time that a Democratic nominee lost the popular vote, after all. I think Biden would have lost too, and he only won in 2020 because of the very unique circumstances caused by the pandemic.

I think we need to face the facts. America's been sliding into fascism for decades.

Reagan. The extremism that erupted after 9/11. Birtherism. Gamergate. The Manosphere. The far right has been busy, whether it be stacking the deck politically or pinpointing the fears and insecurities of every generation and tuning their messaging to draw people in. They tell them what they want to hear, that it's not their fault that they aren't getting what the American dream promised them, and it's all the fault of (insert minority group here). It's been targeted. It's been methodical. And it's been working.

Trump won. He's going to get away with everything. The far right won. This sucks. I wish I had some inspiring words about never giving up the fight, but I'm not that guy. And honestly, I'm starting to feel that spiteful part of me come out, the one that sort of hopes that everything does get much worse so that every braindead moron who voted against their best interests gets exactly what they got coming to them.

But I also know how dangerous that line of thinking of. So please, Do NOT listen to me. There are plenty of people still rallying the troops, still encouraging people to fight, people who are in far more danger than I am. I'll be fine. I'm just a tired and disappointed middle-aged white guy living in a boring California suburb. I'm safe. But there's a lot of people that aren't. And those are the voice that you need to be listening to.

As for me, I'm not giving up, I'm going to keep voting, going to keep supporting the causes I believe in, and going to keep helping how I can. But I'm also going to go away for a while. Not long, probably just a few weeks or so. But I'm going to disengage from social media for a bit to keep from doomscrolling and just focus on writing, because that's all I really know how to do. And when I do come back, I'll have a lot more stuff for you guys.

In the meantime, please be good to yourselves. Be good to those who are scared and hurting. The world needs you in it, now more than ever.

[miniimapp]

Aaron T - Santa Tell Me

Gen ;; Fluff - Drabble/Short Story

Warnings ;; None

Proofread + Edited ;; Briefly skimmed over and put through Grammarly

Auth. Note ;; WELCOME TO DAY 3 OF THE CHRISTMAS COUNTDOWN AND DAY 22 OF ADVENT,, HOW WE FEELING !?

personally getting v excited for crimbo, but it has been a bit of struggle pumping these out. i write them all on the day they come out (fully planned just not written) bc apparently i hate myself (wanted a challenge) but i forget i literally work all of the day lmao

anyways, enough complaining, enjoy !!

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Crowded shopping malls are the worst. They're even worse when you have to spend about an hour game planning how to navigate the shop without garnering any attention, only to then have to abandon all previous strategies and just wing it. Needless to say, the whole shopping endeavour is stressful and fun is not being had.

By you, at least. T is having a wonderful time, thank you very much for asking!

As you weave through the bustling crowds, jingling Christmas music and joyful chatter fills the air. T, decked out in a too-big scarf that masks the lower half of his face and a floppy bobbled hat, thrives in the chaos, flitting from shop to shop with a smile so wide that his eyes crinkle with mirth. You trail behind him, trying to ignore the weight of finding THE perfect gift, and quickly discover that you're starting to enjoy yourself, mostly due to T’s infectious enthusiasm.

As soon as you reach the mall’s centre, T stops completely dead, almost causing you to bump into him. You huff, pushing past him and through the crowd around you, to chastise him for stopping without warning when you notice the awed look on his face. In confusion, you whirl around to find whatever captured his attention and your eyes land on the mall’s Grotto set up, complete with their very own mall Santa and twinkling brightly with what must be thousands of lights.

“Come one, we have to go check out Santa’s Grotto!” T exclaims, a wide grin brightening up his face as he grabs your hand and pulls you into the fairly short queue, “I’ve always wanted to go to one of these!”

“Wait, you’ve never been to one of these before?” you ask, a little baffled, “I would’ve thought you’d be all over these as a kid.”

“Nah, just never really came across ‘em, I guess.” he replies, shrugging noncommittally, “That, or my ma was purposely avoiding them at all costs. Can’t really blame her either, who knows what kind of wishes I would’ve made at that age.”

You roll your eyes despite the amused smile playing on your lips, about to reply when a worker calls out to you. Surprisingly, you’d already made it to the front of the queue; despite how short it was, you’d still expected to be waiting a little longer than you had.

T, eyes sparkling with anticipation, all but drags you into the small room where Santa’s waiting and you can’t help but be endeared and amused by his childlike enthusiasm despite very much being a fully grown man.

As you enter through the doorway, T rushes forward towards Santa, who leans forward, voice booming across the space yet still swelling with warmth, “Ho ho ho, and what do you want for Christmas, my dear boy?”

T turns back to you, “Turn around and cover your ears!”

You raise an eyebrow. “Why?”

“Because my wish won’t come true if anyone but Santa hears it. Come on, please,” he begs, pitching his voice into a pleading whine.

“Alright, alright,” you concede, moving slowly and dramatically as you turn around and cover your ears with your hands.

As T chatters excitedly to Santa, probably only slowing down and lowering his voice to whisper his wish, you take a second to admire the room. Gilded in gold, ruby red, and emerald green, the grotto feels truly festive, as if you’ve been transported into a snow globe with a cosy log cabin. The very essence of the room is warmth in a way you can’t quite explain, something you can only feel, and you’re honestly quite impressed with the effort the mall’s staff must have put into all this.

Next thing you know, T is taking you by the arm, dragging you from your thoughts and spinning you back around with a proud grin as Santa chuckles, a deep and hearty sound that fills the room.

“That’s a very thoughtful wish, my boy. I’ll see what I can do,” he replies warmly, if not conspirationally with a twinkle in his eyes as he sends you both off with a wink.

T  enthusiastically waves goodbye, nudging you to do the same, as you leave the grotto after you decline making a wish of your own.

“So, what did you wish for?” you prod as you continue your tour of the nearby shops, interested in what you missed.

“I can’t tell you that, it won’t come true if I do.” T chuckles mischievously even as his hand finds yours, squeezing it gently. “But, if it does come true, then I’ll be sure to let you know.”

“Okay, and do you think it will come true?” you ask, hoping that a differently angled question might pull more information out of him.

“I can only hope.” T replies, just as vaguely as the first time, doing nothing to ease the curiosity burning in your chest. Instead, he pulls his scarf down just enough to grin widely at you before he begins dragging you through the shops again with a new vigour.

The energy of your shopping trip has shifted drastically from when you first arrived, with new life being breathed into your outing, and you suppose you have Santa to thank for it. After a while of more shopping, T stops you both next to one of the mall’s huge Christmas trees.

“I think we’ve got everything, correct me if I'm wrong, so are you ready for Operation Gift?” he asks, rocking on his heels, to and fro, back and forth, as you check over your shopping list for anything missing.

“Looks like we have,” you reply, nodding unconsciously as you slip the list back into your pocket. “Operation Gift is a go. Meet back here in, say 30 minutes?”

“Sure thing, Boss,” T says, giving you a mock salute. As you roll your eyes, T lunges forward and pecks you on the cheek before sprinting off in a random direction. “See you in 30!”

You grin to yourself, briefly tracing the warming skin on your cheek, before pushing back into the crowd and running off in the opposite direction to T. If you keep this up, you think to yourself, you’re in for one chaotic and incredibly fun Christmas.

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hope you enjoyed <3

[morningstargirl666]

I need an update about TBBW from your wips please! Missing it😭

I had to legit go back in my archive and see what've I've already shared in sneak peaks, there's so much new stuff I've written. And I haven't even shared much of it? Like I've been very tight lipped and hopefully that's going to be a good thing, because so much of it is going to be brand new and exciting when it's posted.

But here, something new from the rewritten Mikaelson Ball chapters that's hopefully good? (not sure if I got the founding family vibes right, i apologise in advance lol):

Caroline was not having a good time.

Matt had ditched her for Rebekah sometime after the dance, the blonde Original interrupting her conversation with her ex to drag Matt away, the man too polite to decline Rebekah’s offer to accompany her on a stroll outside. So now she was alone in a crowded room, abandoned on the side of the ballroom. Pairing that with Elena’s sudden absence and the mysterious vampire that had sent Kol crippled to his knees, Caroline was also anxious as hell, driven to biting her lip, worry haranguing around her as she surveyed the room.

“Oh, Caroline! Don’t worry your lip like that. You don’t want it to make it an awful habit like your mother, do you?” Carol Lockwood chided as she saddled up beside Caroline, frowning at her.

Caroline winced, forcing on a sheepish smile and standing a little straighter. The last thing she needed right now was her boyfriend’s mother nitpicking at all her faults that made her unworthy of her only son.

“Sorry, Mrs Lockwood,” she apologised through her teeth.

Carol turned her gaze back to the guests, glancing at Caroline out the side of her eye. “Enjoying the ball?”

Caroline scoffed, glancing at the hybrids she had clocked on the edges of the room and the eldest Original - Finn, she thought Rebekah had called him - conversing with Benjamin Skinner, the chairperson for the board of directors that ran the hospital and a respected council member. She wondered if Finn was asking about blood donation.

“It’s certainly something,” she muttered.

Carol hummed her agreement, seeing the same thing as Caroline - lambs amongst lions. 

“Have you heard from Tyler?” she asked hesitantly, glancing at Caroline.

Clearly he wasn’t just ignoring her calls then - made her feel at least a little better.

“He sent his condolences after the-” she stopped, her tongue sticking to the roof of her mouth.

“Ah, yes, your father’s funeral,” Carol finished for her, adopting that same tone everyone used on her these last two weeks, all false sympathies and pity. “Are you and your mother doing well?”

Caroline casually shrugged her shoulders, trying very hard to focus on the guests in front of her. She’d heard some gossip earlier that Tina Fell’s dad was having trouble with gambling and drinking - and from the way he was knocking down the free alcohol like it was water, it wasn’t a stretch. “As well as can be expected.”

“Well, that’s good to hear,” Carol continued, clearly waiting for Caroline to expand further but she didn’t intend to give the woman squat. It wasn’t any of her business. Clearly awkward, Carol cleared her throat, changing topics. “Be on your best behaviour tonight: I don’t want any trouble for the town.”

“Tell that to Damon, Mrs Lockwood.”

Carol huffed, sending Caroline an exasperated look, clicking a finger on her champagne glass, clearly irritated by Damon’s blatant death wish tonight. “Oh, I’m well aware.”

“Carol!” a new voice called out, and both of them turned to see Gabrielle Whitmore gliding towards them, Angela Johnson and Debra Skinner in tow. She was decked out in an elegant, glittering golden gown that was trying way too hard. Caroline forced herself to keep her face neutral, fighting the urge to gawk at the ugly thing. “Isn’t this just a magical evening?” she declared as she approached, arms spread out. “Mrs Mikaelson has truly outdone herself tonight.”

“Indeed she has,” Carol agreed with a polite smile, turning her full attention to the woman. “In fact,” she continued, glancing at Caroline and by result, dragging her into the conversation. “I was just saying to Caroline how lovely it was to see a traditional waltz, it’s so rare to see dances at events like these.”

Mrs Whitmore’s smile turned a little strained as her beady eyes locked on Caroline. 

“Of course, I see now why you are our Miss Mystic Falls this year, Caroline. You danced beautifully tonight. Especially in such a…” Mrs Whitmore paused, eyes raking down Caroline’s gown, raising a dubious brow. “...fine dress.”

The question of how Caroline had afforded it was all over her face. 

“Thank you, Mrs Whitmore,” Caroline said, perfectly sweet and polite while her eyes screamed bitch.

“Oh think nothing of it, dear,” Mrs Whitmore waved off. “Though, may I ask… Where did you get the gown you’re wearing tonight? We’ve all been dying to know.”

The falsely sweet smile Caroline was wearing faltered. “Oh, just from one of the local boutiques,” she lied through her teeth.

She had no idea where Klaus had gotten it - god, was it designer? She hadn’t even checked-

“Debra seems to recognise it from her stock but she doesn’t remember you visiting the store,” Angela Johnson said, sipping her glass as she eyed Caroline innocently. She wasn’t buying it - the woman loved to stir shit, just like her daughter.

“I’m good with faces,” Debra piped up, smiling as well.

Oh, Caroline wanted to wipe it off her face so much-

She clenched her jaw instead, forcing herself to remain polite.

“Well, that’s because it was a gift.”

“An incredibly generous one at that,” Mrs Whitmore mused, exchanging smiles with the other women. Caroline tried to not look at the woman’s carotid artery bulging in her neck - it looked far too tempting right now. “Regardless, you look stunning in it. I’m quite jealous - almost wish I had tried it on myself.”

“Thank you,” Caroline said with another smile, biting back the instinctive response of I didn’t realise you fit into a size 10, Gabrielle. “If you excuse me, I have to find Elena,” she excused herself, already moving to escape.

The women parted for her, returning false goodbyes and well wishes, harpy eyes following her every move as she left.

“Oh send my regards to Miss Gilbert, will you?” Mrs Whitmore called out to her. “Our prayers are with her, after she lost her aunt so tragically in the summer, so soon after her parents-”

Her back already to them, Caroline glared ahead, grinding her teeth so hard she felt her fangs creep up from her gums. She knew exactly what the woman was doing, offering condolences for Elena’s Aunt Jenna when her Dad wasn’t even cold in the ground yet. 

“I will pass it along!” she answered cheerily, without turning back. Victorious, Mrs Whitmore was quick to move on with the conversation now she was gone.

“Carol, I must say, all this new blood in town has me all a fluster. Have you seen the oldest son? Quite fetching I say-”

“Gabrielle!”

“What? At least I am not Ada Fell, I saw her practically fawning over the younger one earlier, absolutely shameless the old hag-”

“Poor boy is barely older than my Alex.”

“Exactly! I wonder which college he’s enrolled at, my daughter is enrolled at Tulane, around the same age-”

Caroline suddenly hoped Kol Mikaelson ate her.

It's important to note this addition to the rewrite is entirely @stars-and-darkness fault because after reading ad aeternam my perception of the founding families will never be the same and I needed to write these high class socialites being bitchy myself.

[yanderes-galore]

Based on a poll I did awhile ago, have some small little thoughts I had :) I tried to do research since I'm not very familiar with the source material but what I essentially got from it is "it's meant to be chaotic and fun" so that is what I'm working with. I apologize for inaccuracies!

This was written differently from my usual concepts but this was just how it flowed. I embraced the chaos. Yes I know AIW is not about drug use but Ace's part still has themes of it.

Yandere! Dead By Daylight x Alice In Wonderland Concept/Ideas

(Including Mad Hatter! Ace, Alice! Kate, and Cheshire Cat! Nea)

Pairing: Romantic/Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Slight implications of drug use, Delusional behavior, Kidnapping implied, Manipulation, Dubious companionship, Blood mentioned, Nea is mentioned to have cat-like features despite how the cosmetic looks, Brief stalking mention on Nea's part.

Ace Visconti - The Mad Hatter

The Mad Hatter is the definition of chaos in the story!

He's unpredictable and eccentric, completely erratic!

Hence... he's mad.

Ace takes on this role, decked out in make up and a colorful suit and hat.

He just wants to make you feel welcome as you stroll through your nightmare!

Have some tea and don't ask too many questions!

There is no real explanation to the chaos in this land.

A way you could meet him is maybe he mistakes you as the "Alice" he's meant to meet.

Or maybe you're a friend of an "Alice"!

Or perhaps... you've been the "Alice" he's meant to meet all along?

Either way... Ace, The Mad Hatter, is a sudden introduction to the madness.

If we're going to assume this AU is some sort of nightmare/alternate dimension then Ace will be one of your many guides in this new realm

Logic is thrown out the window here, so why no just give in?

Ace's goal is to make you forget reality.

Isn't that why you're here?

Don't you wish to forget reality and stay here?

Ace thinks the reason you're here is because you want a taste of something different?

So why don't you take a seat?

Sit by the table and have a sip of the drink he prepared.

You'll never have to return to reality if you stay with him!

What do you mean this is a nightmare?

This is Wonderland, dear!

Your Wonderland....

Don't fret or worry!

Ace will make sure you're given perfect hospitality!

Why do you even miss reality?

Isn't reality cruel?

Isn't it so much better here?

Please, ignore the blood on his suit... it isn't all that important.

All that matters is you finding happiness in this new realm!

Why'd you stop drinking the tea?

You say it tastes bitter?

But he made it just for you!

He wants you to feel... attuned to your new environment!

Oh... you look so tired, "Alice"....

Do you need any help?

It seems you've even spilled your tea....

He can't stay mad at you if you don't finish it, it appears it's not to your taste.

That's fine... as long as you give in to the chaos of this realm, everything will be fine!

He'll be the man of your nightmares and dreams if you just give into the madness deep within you, dear....

He'll be right beside you the whole time.

So why don't you lay your head to sleep?

It's so much better than reality.

Kate Denson - Alice

Oh, sweet innocent Alice...

Kate takes the role of this character in this story!

Or at least... she takes the role of a "Alice" in this story.

This realm seems to have many given such a title.

It just so happens you managed to cross paths with one.

People who are not local to this Dark Wonderland realm are referred to as an "Alice".

It's rare for one to meet another, but maybe it was fate?

Perhaps you both wanted an escape and ended up here?

Kate seems so overwhelmed of the new environment she's found herself in.

However, you seem to be experiencing the same?

Would you mind if she clings to you as you stroll through?

Everything seems so safe when you two stick together!

... so why do you look at her with such distrust?

Is it the blood on her dress?

... you aren't going to abandon her for that, right?

You're both an "Alice"! Surely you should stick together?

Even if you wanted to part from her... she isn't going to let you.

Coming to this realm she's already beginning to like it since she met you!

You could be her escape!

There's no need to be scared when you have her!

You're both meant to be the main characters of your own stories.

Kate only wants a guide through this nightmarish realm!

She doesn't think she ever wants to wake up if it means she'll leave you!

Simply meeting you has made this all feel like a dream!

Are you scared of The Hatter, or maybe the cat?

Perhaps even the Queen?

She doesn't blame you, but that must mean you'll trust her, right?

Kate thinks you two can make each other's life better.

It appears this "Alice" has already given into the madness...

Won't you join her, "Alice"?

Nea Karlsson - The Cheshire Cat

The Cheshire Cat is another important role in Wonderland.

Nea is the closest one to the "Guide" role compared to most locals in Wonderland, despite what others say.

She aids "Alices" as they walk through this realm of nightmares and twisted realities.

While she may seem helpful, she's still quite mischievous.

She's independent and often deceptive.

She often watches others carefully from the trees, taking the form of a human with cat-like features such as a tail and ears.

Perhaps in this world she even has the ability to have a fully cat form.

A small purple cat with a white scarf... often following you, her newest "Alice".

Nea knows you'll be frightened in this new world but encourages you to embrace the fun!

She often keeps close, be it human or cat.

She encourages you to smile and be happy!

Why else did you come here if not to have fun!

Nea doesn't mind if her "Alice" wishes to hold her in cat form.

If it brings you comfort then she'll comply.

Yet Nea is not without her games.

She speaks in riddles and mischievous pranks.

She purrs around you and often asks if you're enjoying your time.

She doesn't understand why you'd want to leave this realm of chaos.

Do you not like it?

Is it all too incomprehensible for you, "Alice"?

Are you scared whenever she disappears in thin air?

Do you feel lonely?

There's no need for such feelings....

She's always by your side even if you don't see her.

Nea will happily show you how to give into the madness!

You won't ever want to leave... you'll never leave her.

Just allow her to guide you!

All you need to do is stay by her and she'll be sure you'll never be alone again in this little fantasy.

[berrypass-de-murdler]

2 - 72 Murder at Sea

Apricot my beloved i want him in more episodes

are my posts appearing in the tag?/gen ;; please tell me

DON'T READ THE EPISODES WITHOUT READING THE BOOKS!!

Irratino’s seventh sense activates, and he gets a tingle so strong he levitates. The forces of the lost dimension are telling him - ‘Follow Chalk’! And so, using his phone, he tracks the man down - he’s in the middle of the ocean, on his yacht. Knowing the cowardly boy will lead him right to Logico, he paddles out to sea on a raft until he catches up.

IRRATINO: HEY! HEYYY!!

Chonkers is snoozing.

CELADON: Ahem. CHALK: Huh? [bawling] WhaT THE FUUUUUUUU-

They have no choice but to let him on board.

BLUE: [both] UNCLE TINO! UNCLE TINO!

Abandoning their disguise, they crash into him.

BLUE: Did you find Logico yet?? IRRATINO: N… no…. BLUE: [Are we ever gonna find him?]

Before the kids can ask any more heartbreaking questions, a human body is spotted, as usual.

CHALK: I wanted to- um. I wanted to get rid of it but ‘they’ wouldn’t let me.

Noticing that there should be a fourth suspect this late in the series, Irratino scours around the boat, heading into the engine room. A horrifying Patriarch Porpoise bares his teeth at him!

IRRATINO: [yelp] PORPOISE: GO AWAY… IRRATINO: What are you DOING? PORPOISE: I see how it is. Because I like GOD, you think I’m okay with DROWNING?  IRRATINO: How is that related?! PORPOISE: Go fuck yourself!

Back out on the deck, Irratino sees that a tiny drop of ink has fallen into the ocean, slowly dissolving with the rest of the water. When he sees it, he cries, reminded of when Logico was searching tirelessly for him, such as that incident where Agent Ink was dropped off this very yacht.

CELADON: I’m trying to read. IRRATINO: I wasn’t even…

She’s all the way up in the crow’s nest, because she cheated and flew up there. 

CHALK: Oh, oh, don’t stand under her… IRRATINO: Why… CELADON: I’m planning on being on this boat for a week or more, so I got this book. But I’m seasick and this just makes it worse, so every time there’s a sappy part I HYYYYYUULLLGHHH

It’s really sad that she has more vocal emotion while puking than speaking. And even more sad that it’s been demonstrated multiple times.

The Blues are looking over the edge, looking sad as possible.

BLUE: I wish Logico came back. [Me too.] I wish I wasn’t on this boat too. I wanna go home now. [Yeah…]

Irratino’s heart can’t take it. Trying to force his feelings down, he inhales sixteen cups of coffee, then stares at the grounds with tiny pupils.

IRRATINO: A RUSTY CHAIN WAS FOUND ON THE DECK! CHALK: H-what! IRRATINO: A RUSTY CHAIN WAS FOUND ON THE DECK! A RUSTY CHAIN WAS FOUND ON THE DECK! A RUSTY CHAIN WAS FOUND-

He’s running around in a circle, crashing into everything and everyone and almost sending the twins overboard. I guess he laughs, but it’s extremely deranged. And eventually, he collapses. 

IRRATINO: …Chonkers… how dare you… CHALK: WHYYY ARE People still calling me chonkers. Um um um… ohh, how do I explain this! I never wanted to go on my boat! I only do that for PUBLISHING reasons! B-b-but Lord Lavender always says, ‘Yachts aren’t for publishing’, and I asked him why, and he shouted at me! He told me to go away on my dumb boat or something, and leave him at peace for a while, and, and… I did! But I was losing my mind, I was losing my entire mind - and then that- that HER! [points to Celadon] She told me to play a fucking game, and I didn’t know anything, because I don’t think I’ve ever played a game in my life. I’M TOO FORMAL! And then she said- she said ‘here’s an anchor, I know a game with this’, and then I asked if the game had RULES and she told me to ‘just try it’, and I pulled a muscle in both arms trying to lift the thing, and it hit a human person! And I really wanted to cover my shit, but ‘they’ still wouldn’t let me. And now I’m here! Now I’m here!

Everyone, including Porpoise, is staring at him with a disturbed expression. 

CHALK: [insanely high-pitched scream and sobbing] IRRATINO: Nonononono. [runs over and rubs his shoulders] You’re okay, you’re okay… CHALK: [heavy breathing] I-Irratino? I… know a place where… I think people who know about Deductive Logico are.

Irratino’s eyes immediately light up.

The end! 

Ok maybe canon Chalk is a piece of shit.

BUT

Isn't every suspect in canon a piece of shit?? Except for Aureolin our angel and maybe Agent Ink

Well that means even people who don't like the cartoonverse prefer llama chalkers

Ah yes my baby, I will protect him relentlessly

The power of Goat Lord compels you!

See you next time murdlers!

[imsparky2002]

Barbie in the Nutcracker: First Thoughts

The following is my thoughts while watching this for the first time.

Credits look awful. Still, it’s 2001 and this is the first installment so I’ll give it a pass.

Only know the basic Nutcracker song and theme but nice that it uses an orchestra

Barbie herself doesn’t look too bad but her little sis… yikes.

Kinda weird to see these dolls moving like mocap performers.

Heh! Barbie’s voice actor has the same name as her little sister.

Kelly very clearly sounds like an adult woman trying to do a kiddish voice.

Lipsyncing is odd, looks more like generic flapping.

Surprisingly decent snow effects.

I’m assuming Clara’s parents are either dead or abandoned them. Or they could also just be on vacation.

Is it wrong that I find Grandpa cute? Gives off a very distinguished vibe. Especially that voice.

They call gingerbread houses “christmas boxes”? That’s… interesting.

Kinda wish they gave Clara a different voice from Barbie, or at the very least a different hairstyle.

The lighting is actually pretty good! Nice warm hues, makes me feel like I’m at a cozy inn.

Her little brother looks like the kids who played Fortnite and would tease me in high school. Of course his name is fuckin’ Tommy.

This CGI is reminding me of early PS2 cutscenes.

Aunt Drosselmayer’s got that 90’s Leo DiCaprio/Hugh Grant parting in her hair. Bleh.

Why is Clara the only blonde in the family?

Ooh! We’ve got some family drama between Auntie and Grandpa. This is getting juicy.

Elizabeth is giving me confident bisexual vibes with the voice and manner of movement. Bet you that’s why Grandpa doesn’t trust her.

Looking at the wiki I just found out that Trixie’s VA voices the Aunt, Starlight’s VA is Barbie and Cadence’s VA is one of the kids! Must be a Canadian production.

I will never not find the word “nutcracker” to be hilarious.

Clara, why tf are you fighting over a toy with your lil brother? You’re like… 17? 18? I dunno but it’s way too old.

Seriously they gave Tommy the most punchable face ever. Not that I’d ever punch a kid but I can see why other kids his age would deck him.

Magic shenanigans are ensuing.

I like the medeival look of the rats. The CGI actually fits them well.

Clara wakes up to see an anthropomorphic warrior rat right next to her eating something and is just like “goddamn it, git ya varmint!” I love it.

Oh, she thinks she’s dreaming. That makes sense to why she’s so calm.

Hmm… I feel like the Rat King should look a bit more evil, and larger as well. Still, TIM CURRY! I’m gonna LOVE this.

Woah! We’re getting a fight scene! A swordfighting scene to be exact!

Oooh the Rat King’s magic and can shapeshift his weapon. That’s metal AF.

Tim Curry putting everything into his performance as usual.

I’m kinda surprised we’re already getting a Nutcracker-Rat King battle. I’d have thought they’d save that sorta thing until the third act.

Did they really have to change it to Sugarplum Princess? Fairy just sounds more powerful.

Wow! This snowy cave is beautiful! Something out of a classic painting.

EWWW THESE LIL SNOW FAIRIES LOOK DISGUSTING!

Did this nutfucker not realize that an icy fortress would have ice for the walls?

The fairies doing ballet looks weird because they have nothing to stand on.

Please don’t tell me the small fairy is staying, I hate her.

Dance is currently reminding me of Fantasia.

“The fairies probably went off to make a blizzard somewhere”. The way he said that nonchalantly had me cackling.

The effect of Clara’s footsteps turning into flowers is beautiful.

Pimm sounds like he’s an absolute troll online. Also gives me Psychicpebbles vibes (though I know it’s not him).

Wow the Rat King is a straight up genocider.

Why do all the kids look like Kelly?

OH DEAR GOD THAT LITTLE BOY LOOKS HORRIFYING.

Wait Prince Eric? Are they legally allowed to call him that? We all know how much Disney loves copyrights.

Man these kids are little shits and their outfits are gagworthy.

Major Mint definitely got a big personality, and the voice actor does a good job with it.

Ok Mint is hilarious and is so far the best part of the movie.

Nice to see some Asian rep with Captain Candy.

Wow, Rat King turns his failed employees into stone. Dark!

The zoom in on the Rat King as he says “that’s it?” made me giggle.

Thomas Astruc looked at the Rock Golem and got his first idea for an akuma.

Wait how the hell does Clara know that the Nutcracker is Prince Eric? I mean I already assumed because of the plot of the original ballet, but how does she know?!

The bridge scene gives me the willies, since I’m afraid of heights.

Wow this flower fairy is the only kid-looking character that has a decent design.

Didn’t expect a song to be interrupted by an enemy.

Lol, the Major’s monocle falls off as he sees the giant.

Glad to see the fairies serve a purpose other than dancing. Kick that giant’s ass!

Captain Candy’s a better man than Mint, as he actually makes sure that he gets saved.

Once again, the island is beautiful! Reminds me of Oz with the colored roads.

Ooh clever! At first I thought the castle’s backdrop looked really fake but I just factored it was because it’s 2001 CGI. But it was actually a trap!

Nice we see a test of Clara’s character that she passed.

The invisble hand touching Clara’s hand is actually making me feel kinda teary-eyed internally.

The Rat King definitely has a Napoleon complex.

Loving the character arc for Nutcracker with his final duel.

Ah! So now the Rat King is growing. Fits for the climax.

Huh… Prince Eric looks more like Jimmy Pesto than a prince.

Lol Major Mint realizes he’s been shittalking the prince.

Huh, so Clara’s the princess? I guess it sorta makes sense since it’s her dream.

For those princes out there who are hated by the public, all ya gotta do is fight a giant mouse.

Mint and Candy got the moves! Best dancers of the entire movie.

The final dance between Eric and Clara is absolutely gorgeous.

The villain was taken down by a snowball… I love it.

God Kelly Sheridan and Kirby Morrow really put everything into the scene where Clara disappears.

Lol Kelly’s Canana accent shows up when she says “It’s not a story”.

“What’s all this foolishness about mice kings and bats, Clara? Enough of your womenly hysteria! Time for a lobotomy!” Grandpa, basically.

Actually now that he’s in a suit, Eric looks a lot hotter.

I’m surprised Barbie’s little sister had the attention span to listen to a 1 hour story.

I'll be making a full review of the film soon. Let me know thoughts in the comments and reblogs. @artzychic27 @msweebyness

[donteattheappleshook]

WIP Wednesday

Week 4 🕛 The WIP that has gone the longest without an update (have pity on us readers please)

Finally jumping on my own bandwagon lol - technically this is the WIP that's gone the second longest without an update, but still almost a year so I think that counts. I was hoping it would be ready to post today but then the smut fairy had other ideas....

Anyway here's a sneak peek at the next chapter of Not Broken at All

Chapter 16

“What happens to the bodies?” she asks, looking back at the dead, carefully wrapped in sheets on the deck.

“We bury the ones who made it here at sea. Neverland takes back the rest.” 

Emma frowns, eyes darting to the shore. “What do you mean it takes them back?” 

“They become the shadows that live in Dark Hollow, whispering to Pan, finding children, his way of keeping an eye on the outside world. He’ll come at sundown to collect them.” 

“They become the shadows?” she swallows, cold dread tasting bitter at the thought of all those kids having to become Pan’s creatures, forced to do his bidding forever. “The boys?”

Wendy nods and her stomach drops. 

“What about the ones who died here? Will they be shadows too?” 

She shakes his head. “Neverland magic can’t touch this ship. Whatever enchantment’s on it is powerful enough to keep even the darkness away.” Neverland can’t find you here. 

Emma hears her sigh when she looks back out at that beach. “Don’t even think about it.” She’s thinking about it. “He gets to keep his winnings. Those are the rules of the game. Those rules keep us alive.” 

She doesn’t answer, only gives the captain a small nod, thoughts still spinning with the cruelty of it all, that even in death these children can’t escape Pan. Wendy puts a hand on her shoulder, the gesture surprisingly consoling, the mask slipping again. “You’re not the only one who wishes it could be different.” 

Emma nods, grim and defeated, and Wendy pats her shoulder with a tight-lipped smile before turning towards where some of the children have started to stir. 

She wishes she could say she thought about it longer, or at all, really. But all she can think of is every single kid she knew growing up, all the ones who fell through the cracks, the ones who were given up on or abandoned, all the adults who threw up their hands and said there was nothing they could do - that was just how the system worked, that rules had to be followed. Fuck that. 

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” Wendy’s shout echoes above her, cut off by the water when she plunges into it.

*******

@captainswanwipwednesdays

[lets-make-a-dragon-tournament]

LETS MAKE A DRAGON!

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CURRENT GENES AND DRAGON PHOTO UNDER THE CUT

Current Genes:

Breed: OBELISK

Elemental Flight: SHADOW

Eye Type: DARK SCLERA

Age: ADULT

Gender: FEMALE

Primary Color: PHTHALO

Primary Gene: FLAUNT

Secondary Color: PISTACHIO

Secondary Gene: BLAZE

Tertiary Color: ON DECK

Tertiary Gene: IN PROGRESS

Current dragon:

[panthera-tigris-venenata]

For the Descendants prompts - some kind of AU where two of the Hooks ended up in the same crew, or maybe it's just that Harriet and Uma's crew banded together for survival over the winter or something. Anyway, everyone having to deal with two Hooks in positions of authority on the same ship. And that's without throwing CJ into the equation.

Hmm, it's probably not what you meant but turns out that absence of Uma draws out the worst in people.

So. Insults, swearing, and overall toxic relationships. I don't make the rules. (Sorry?)

(Uma is okay, Ursula just left the Isle with Hades and possibly other *Villains* belonging to Greek Parthenon when Hades got bored. Stuff happens.)

Also, I want to write a second chapter for this. The vague plan involves regicide. What with no one there to stop the Hooks.

Things are going fine, they really are.

Totally.

Well, fine. No one is actively dying, at least, which is about as good as it gets on the Isle.

The Hooks aren't yelling at each other – a rare occasion, that!

Sure, it might be because Harriet is, ehm, busy in her cabin, and CJ is nowhere to be seen, but Harry is enjoying not having his sisters around for once.

They're annoying, you see, and always think they're in the right. A trait that definitely doesn't run in the family.

Harry sneers at that thought, lips curled and eyes cold. If he bothered to look up, he'd see his crewmates frozen at the sight.

If you'd ask them, they'd tell you he is more haunting the deck of the ship than anything else: Sitting at the railing of the command bridge with no care in the world, reading an overly pretentious book he probably stole from his sister or his father.

Scaring the pirates into actually performing their tasks with his mere presence.

A blood red phantom of what could be.

Harry smirks and taps his lips with his hook, only glancing up to tell Desiree to move it unless she wants to be scrubbing the deck for the rest of eternity, and off her own blood at that.

He gets back to reading without checking if she obeys her command.

Next time Harry looks up, it is to greet Ginny Gothel, who just walked from the Captain’s cabin, smudged lipstick and tangled hair. Self-satisfied smile that doesn’t quite reach her eyes, which are so dark they might be black holes. Pupils and nothing else.

She doesn‘t look him into the eyes much longer.

„So long, witch,“ he tells her, sliding of the railing and coming closer, „Ad arbitrium.“

She catches his hook before he can touch her cheek: „Fuck you, Hook,“ she says.

The deck is silent.

„You wish,“ he answers, or maybe „Is my sister not enough?“

Maybe he said both, and maybe neither; Ginny laughs, high and wild. The wind carries the mocking sound away.

She never answers.

Harry doesn’t look after her as she leaves the ship. After all, Ginny Gothel is not his problem. He barely cares if she lives or dies.

He takes out a flask from his pocket; his rings clank on it way too loudly as he opens it. He takes a sip of the vile liquid inside.

His sister, the mighty Captain Harriet Hook of Dead Beauty, stumbles out of her cabin and immediately tears the flask out of his hands. He lets her have her drink before he pushes her away and takes <i>his</i> flask back. She can get her own alcohol, please and thank you.

Besides.

She just saw Ginny.

„She left already?“ Harriet asks. She does not sound heartbroken or sad in the slightest, nope, not at all. She is a Hook and they don’t have a heart, anyone could tell you.

Harry doesn’t deem it worthy of an answer anyway.

With another drink, he says: „And this is why I should be the Captain, sister dear.“

She sneers at him, grabbing the alcohol again. He will be resupplying from her personal stock.

Unsurprisingly, the taste of cheap rum does nothing to lessen her sneer.

„You, sister dearest, spend your time drunk and fucking that witch of yours, or worse yet, the Tremaine Lord wannabe.“

If the deck hadn’t been dead quiet and abandoned before, it certainly was now.

„You say that as if you didn’t fuck half the Isle, frater care,“ Her knuckles turn white where she holds the flask. Neat.

„And you drink as much as me.“

„Are you calling me a whore?!“ he declares in mock offence, loud enough for half the port to hear, really.

„And I ain’t lying!“

Neither of them knows who started throwing things at this point, and the crew is too scared to tell.

Sometime during the fight, CJ comes, sneaking around them to get to her cabin; the older siblings interrupt their fight barely long enough to ask her where was she so long, and where does she think she is going?

„Why,“ the youngest Hook turns her nose up, „I’m crashing at Freddie’s now. Just getting some weapons and jewels and stuff. Eyeliner.“

„Touch my eyeliner and die–“ They both threaten at the same time, „Touch my jewels with one of your fingers and I cut off your whole hand, savvy?!“ adds Harriet.

„Geez, chill a bit. As if your stuff were Freddie’s style,“ sneers Calista, undisturbed by her older siblings, „Also, Anthony’s coming over. Just thought y’all would like to know.“

CJ cackles as her older sister pales considerably and uses the distraction to slip away from her siblings’ grip once more. Chaos cannot wait and all that.

„Well,“ Harry drawls, „I'll leave you to your amans, then.“

Harriet glares at him, but for once, she doesn't shout; she takes a swig of (her own) alcohol and steadies herself by gripping his shoulder.

„You could go scare him off,“ she suggests, „I'm not in the mood for him right now.“

Yeah, no. She isn't in the mood for him because he is likely going over to scold her for getting too drunk or too high with Ginny, or possibly just for not including him.

And Harry isn't gonna stop that, no. He likes seeing his older sister in trouble.

He pushes her off his shoulder.

„Well, that just sounds like a you problem,“ he tells her, „Have fun!“

„I'm gonna kill you and skin you alive and feed your toes to Tick Tock one by one—“

Harry just smiles at the death threats, all teeth, and blows her a kiss.

He dodges the lamp she threw at him without breaking his stride and jumps back at the railing; he gets back to pretending to read.

He flips the page three times without seeing the words before Anthony shows up, but that's fine, he has it memorised. Then he drops the pretense, still as a statue: The lordling will barely notice anything but Harriet anyway.

Anthony Tremaine struts on board as if the whole ship belonged to him. He doesn't bother asking for permission to board, which makes Harry snarl at him.

Anthony doesn't as much as flinch.

„Harriet,“ he says instead of greeting.

Silence; the crew barely breathes.

„Don't be a bitch, sweetheart.“

Harriet finally shows up at the insulting nickname and she is glaring daggers with burning eyes.

Harry whistles – that was fast.

She glares at him too, though she gets back to piercing holes through Anthony rather quickly.

„What do you want?“ she asks with her arms crossed over her chest.

Anthony unwisely steps closer to her and Harry holds his hook tighter.

„Why, can't I check on you?“ he replies with a question on his own, still playing that ridiculous game. She only quirks her eyebrow and he speaks again, his voice noticeably colder:

„I told you not to do <i>that</i>, Harriet.“

„Do what.“

Harriet is playing stupid and no one is falling for it; Anthony steps closer to her yet.

He grabs her wrist none too gently as he pushes against her and tells her: „I told you not to take Ginny's stuff, Captain–“

„It's not good for you.“

(But what if she doesn't care?)

„It's not good for her either.“

(Ginny definitely doesn't care.)

„She just leaves you on after.“

(Like you don't; like anyone wouldn't.)

„I told you <i>not to–</i>“

„You don't <i>get to</i> tell me what to do, Tremaine!“ she finally snaps and pushes him away; he stumbles a bit, but stays on his feet.

Shame.

Harry slides down from the railing and circles closer, quiet as the air before the storm.

„Yes I do–“ protests Tremaine, as if he got a say, „As long as we–“

„As long as we what, Anthony?! What?!“

He can't answer and everyone knows it. He steps back to her and tries to take her hand – she jerks away from the contact violently, swaying only the tiniest bit.

He doesn't move to catch her.

„You don't get to give me orders, Lord Tremaine, and I don't want to see you – go away!“ she shouts at him and before can touch her again, she pushes him again.

He falls on the hard wood and in a heartbeat, Harry is between him and his sister.

There is a hook at Tremaines cheek and there is blood at the hook.

Harry bares his teeth at the boy who dares bother his sister and Captain and behind him, Harriet cackles.

„Go away, Tremaine!“ she shouts loud enough for the majority of the Isle to hear, „Go away and don't come back!“

„Bitch–“ Anthony hisses as if he were in any position to complain and more blood drips down on the board of Dead Beauty.

„Tell Ginny not to come either, everything is her fault anyway.“

Harry lets go of Anthony, as this lover's spat is getting a bit tiresome; coincidentally, the other boy thuds down on the board rather hard. Interesting.

Anthony slowly gets on his feet as Harriet banishes him from the port again.

He spits blood on the already stained wood and looks her in the eyes, back straight and head held high.

„I don't need to come to the port,“ he tells her, „You'll come crawling to me sooner, you vain bitch.“

Harriet only points to the bridge with her hand and flames in her eyes; her crewmates duck away further into their futile hideaways.

Heartbeat of delay, and her anger is going to be lethal.

Thus, Anthony takes his sweet sweet time with an exaggerated curtsey and way too intense eye contact. Which Harriet is reciprocating, because of course she is.

„No one – absolutely no one – is going to the Tremaine saloon until I clear it!“ calls out Harriet as soon as Anthony rounds the corner.

Harry melodramatically sighs and hangs loose on one of the less important ropes of the ship.

She cares nothing for annoyed sighs and complaints of her crew, and Harry? Well, he has a program for tomorrow.

You see, he just found himself in a dire need of a haircut.

[nothingkillsyoulikeyourmind105]

"Crossing Oceans Of Time."

Chapter Two

🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀 -Previously in Chapter One- Simply lingering in the cold embrace of the winter morning (y/n) watched the sunrise. Lost in her thoughts she didn't noticed the movement in the forest, but looking back to the horizon that's when she saw him. The tall man that stalked through the forest. Watching him from afar she thinks back to her pass lover Arthur. Could this be him reincarnated. It has been 300 years that has passed, since she lost him to death. Watching him rot away as the years passed. Everything she loved and held dear to her lost to time. Bones To Ashes, Only To Be Swept Away. Lost To The Wind. 🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀

Previously in Chapter One

Konig x (Vampire Reader)

reader dialect and her tone of speaking is all olde English. But she will start speaking more modern later in the Fic.

TW: Mentions Blood, Witch-hunt, Lynching, Fire, TW If You're Sensitive About The Salem Witchtrials Please Do Not Interact. This Fanfic does mentions what happened to the men women. This is an all fictional scenario.

Will label each Chapter.

MDNI ‼️🛑🚫⚠️

Comments are appreciated.

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Laying on the roof of the cabin she watched over him as the evening became nighttime.

Listening to the children of the night howl to their hearts content.

His heart beat was strong the symphony of his blood coursing through his veins lulled her to sleep.

Konig sat in the cabin cleaning his rifle. Walking over to the window he looked out the faded window listening to the sounds of the wolves howling.

The sound of the cold north wind blowing against the cabin. The cracked window allowed a bit of cold air into the cabin. This caused him to shiver.

Throwing another log into the fire he sat down holdings his hands out to warm his palms.

Looking over his maps once again he had to make it back to his check point.

This mission had many risk. That's why he decided to go alone. The winters in these mountains are harsh.

But the job was finished.

Looking outside he decided to do one more sweep around his cabin. Pulling his boots back on pulling on his wool sweater and his gloves. Adjusting his hood over his head he pulled his helmet on clicking it in place.

Pulling on his coat he walked out the cold wind kissed his face, the sounds of his boots walking on the porch. The twigs breaking under his boots woke her up.

Covered in snow she crawled back hiding from him as he walked into the dense snow covered forest.

Checking the perimeter of his cabin he noticed near a fallen tree were two bare feet tracks laid.

Lifting his hood he kneeled down taking a closer look at the tracks.

They were small compared to his, looking around he decided to be cautious.

The tracks went towards the cabin and they disappeared near a tree. Konig looked around but the snow had started to come down harder. The dense forest made it harder to press on any further.

Against his wishes he had to abandon his search for the person that was in the forest. Walking back to the cabin he noticed movement above him.

He pretended not to notice them. He stepped up onto the porch stomping his boots on the steps to get the snow off them. He shook himself off. Then opening the door and slamming it closed he carefully stepped off the deck.

Waiting for the figure to come out of hiding.

She waited until he walked back into the cabin. Jumping down off the roof she crept towards the window.

She noticed he wasn't inside.

Looking to her right she saw him emerge from his hiding spot. Holding his hands out he tilted his head looking at her.

"Sprichst du Deutsch?"

looking at her he noticed she was barefoot and her dress that she wore was old and the ends were tattered and outdated.

"I understand thou, yet I speak many languages"

"You speak in Olde English. Are you lost? Do you live around this area?"

Konig looked over her clothes and the state of her being. She did not look like she waist distress nor did she did she look lost.

"I'be not from hither , may I bid duke. What is the year of thy lord?"

The way she spoke was very odd in nature. The way she held herself in the conversation was very very odd but he wanted to know more about her.

"Year of thy Lord

Konig continued watching her. Something about her seemed different, the hairs on the back of his neck seem to stand up. His spine had a chill run up.

"yes, year of thy lord"

a bit lost"

Konig tilted his head in confusion looking at this woman. Lost in his thoughts for a brief moment he felt the cold wind hit him again. He shivered a bit.

"Come inside Fraulein"

Stepping up to the deck he ungloved his hand and offered it to her. Helping her onto the steps her hands were cold as ice. Gently squeezing her delicate hand he ushered her inside. Taking his coat off draping it around her. She watched him with curiosity as he put a kettle over the fire. Standing the entrance with his coat over her shoulders she watched him feed the fire more logs.

"Please Fraulein sit by the fire. You're cold as death."

"Are you hurt?"

"I'be fine. Who thou? what is thy purpose 'I these mountains?"

Konig noticed she talked in a very olde English Shakespeare fashion. Not pressing the matter anymore he wanted to know who was she and why was she in the mountains alone with no shoes and gear. These mountains are dangerous year round.

"Sorry Frau that's military information, its classified"

"Conspiring against thy lord"

Fumbling her hands she watched him. Smiling to him she smiled at him watching him sit beside her. Tilting her head with curiosity she listened to his heartbeat and his blood flowing in his veins.

"Nein, you're very odd Frau."

Looking at him with curiosity she saw him hold the strange metal instrument from earlier.

"What is yond? yond metal instrument? what doest t doth?"

Cleaning his gun he watched her carefully, keeping his guard up around her.

Standing up he walked over to the table putting away his maps and personal items away. Zipping up his bag he set it down beside his chair. Watching her she just smiled at him with her eyes closed.

sighing softly he decided to ask her about her curiosity.

"This is a gun Frau. Have you seen one before?"

Holding his gun he was shocked by her answer. What type of person has not seen a gun like this.

"Nev'r"

She marveled at his gun. Like a curious child she was hesitant about touching the gun. He watched her with a smile on his face. He was glad in this moment that his hood covered his face.

Konig watched her tilting his head with curiosity. He heard the water boiling. Standing up he walked over to the counter taking out a worn chipped small cup. Making a cup of tea for her, he handed the cup to her small delicate hands.

Watching her take the cup from him her hands warmed up.

Something about her eyes were different to him. Those very eyes seem to have searching his soul.

The way they seem glow in the dim light.

"Frau, are you hungry. I can share some of my rations with you if you like my dear."

"No grammercy mine duke. Thou art most kind to offer thy hospitality"

Konig continued to watch her. His guard never being let down. But his mind wondered to why such a small frail looking woman wandered the mountains.

The sound of his heartbeat quickening and the sounds of his blood rushing in his veins roared in her ears.

"Doth i fright thou?"

"May't be fright of me. Nay harm shall join thee. I hast already eaten"

Konig was intrigued by what she said.

She had already eaten. So that would mean she maybe lives nearby.

"Frau, why do you speak in a olde English dialect. Are you from this area. Tell me Frau. I can take you back to your village if you're lost my dear."

"Duke, I be not from hither yet far aroint. I say to thou a tale of mine life from the beginning. I be not like thou. Although we look like. Yet mine life is not as it seems"

She held the cup tightly but she looked up to him with a smile. Breathing in slowly and exhaling softly she nibbled on her lip. Looking at the fire she swirled the tea around in her cup. Setting the cup down she sighed yet again.

"I hast hid mine whole life. I shall share mine story with thou mine weary traveler. For i am a traveler through time. Sailing through time can be most lonely. Sometimes i dream of the day i am greeted by perpetual wink. I long for deaths embrace, yet that is not possible. For i am the harbinger of perpetual wink"

"Where to begin, i was born 'i the year of 1656. Mine father and mother were part of a cult. There's not much i remember growing up. Just that i was cared for by the women 'i the bawbling community we were apart of. The year was 1676 I was considered to be a woman at this age. Mine mother befell bid me to help with serving our patriarch of the nocturnals.

mine father and the other husbands and sons and brothers all had set all's up for our dark lord. We were to sing and dance under the full moon. A ritual was to course afterwards.

yet all was not as it should'st hast been.

the meiny of stendarr found mine issue and our community. They bid us heathens, abominations 'i the eyes of their savior stendarr.

they are hunters of werewolves and other creatures that do not see eye to eye with their beloved stendarr.

they captured mine issue and our community. They tried to hast us forswear our following to our dark lord. yet to no avail.

they burned the woman at the stake. They lynched the men and threw 'em into the fires.

as the fires burned out as the sunset.

our dark lord roses from the ashes and placed his kiss upon the ashes of his devoted meiny.

rising from the ashes we rose. The women that were burned at the stake. We rose from the ashes into our new forms.

"children of goliath"

"our dark lord kissed the ground. There mine father and the fallen men had rose from the ashes. Withal a kiss from mine mother and the other women they were born into their new lives."

"children of goliath we were bid "

She stared into the fire listening to the fire crackle. Wiping her tears away she sniffled. Looking back to him she offered a small smile.

Konig sat in since his hood slightly moved as he released the breath he was holding in. Looking at her she didn't look like she was lying.

She continued to look into the fire.

"I am not mocking thou, thou may receive me or not yet i would ne'r lie. I warrant i shall not harm thou 'i any way. Yet if thou feel unsafe with me around may't hesitate to send me on mine way."

"all I be seeking is company"

Konig looked around breathing in slowly he had to send her away because he was to leave in the morning. But he found himself unable to send her away.

Even if the story was true or not he couldn't send her away.

She watched him sit in silence.

"Schatz you can stay here for the night and we can decide in the morning."

Konig walked over to the bedroom where the bed sat she walked passed him into the room. Looking around she sat down on the bed. Konig closed the door slowly walking back to the the fire place he looked at his watch. He had to get some sleep he was to leave in 6 hours.

The Next Morning

The sounds of birds chirping outside woke Konig up. Looking around he was sitting on the chair near the fire. The fire had died down in the middle of the night but the embers glowed. Stretching as he stood up he walked over to the room door.

Knocking gently he waited for an answer.

"Hallo Frau?"

"Hallo its Konig, Frau."

Opening the door slowly he noticed the bed wasn't slept in. She was no where to be seen. The window sealed shut as it was before and the bathroom was untouched. Rushing back to his gear he checked to make sure all his stuff was intact.

Thinking about when he fell asleep he didn't notice or hear her leaving the room. Konig was a very light sleeper and she was the only person who was successful in sneaking past him without awakening him.

Running out of the cabin he saw her sitting in the snow covered in blood. She had her eyes closed humming a song.

"Forgive me duke. I went hunting at dusk. 'tis said some men talking they wished to hurt thou mine duke. Forgive me for the indecency of mine attire"

"Are you hurt where did you see these men."

Looking around he held his secondary kneeling beside her. Surveying the area around them he kept his sights on the dense snow covered forest.

He looked back down to her looking at her small body for any wounds. But she was covered in blood on her chest and mouth.

"Mine name is (y/n) i might not but apologize for mine rudeness on not introducing myself thee duke"

"I might not but grammercy for thy hospitality last night mine duke"

"Frau, my name is not duke. My name is Konig."

Holding out his hand for her to take as he stood up looking down to her.

"King"

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[jainiss]

hello!

bringing reactions of shanks, mihawk and buggy, from one piece, when they do something that makes yn very angry. Yn have an angry attitude towards them and walk away.

Hope you guys like it ~

Ps: forgive me if there are english mistakes. English is not my native language. 

Ps2: these are guesses at what I think it would be. all fictional.

Shanks stood on the deck of the Red-Haired Pirates' ship, a hint of recognition in his eyes as he saw you approaching. Your face was twisted with anger, and you marched directly toward him. Shanks greeted you calmly, "Yn, it's been a long time." Your fists clenched even tighter, your voice dripping with bitterness. "Don't act like you don't know what you did, Shanks!" Shanks nodded solemnly. "I remember, Yn. I know I made a mistake, and I regret it deeply."

Your anger flared as you shouted, "Regret won't change what happened! You left me to fend for myself!" Shanks's gaze remained steady. "I can't change the past, but I hope we can find a way to move forward." Your anger seemed uncontainable. "Move forward? After everything?" You turned to walk away. Shanks watched you go, his heart heavy with guilt and sorrow. He knew the pain he had caused, and he wished for nothing more than a chance to make amends. He knew that reconciliation would take time and effort, but he was willing to try.

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Mihawk was taken aback by the sudden surge of anger in your eyes. You had always been patient and understanding, but now, you were seething with frustration. Your voice quivered with anger as you exclaimed, "Mihawk, you promised you would be here for my important event, and you didn't show up!" your disappointment was palpable.

Mihawk's heart sank as he realized his grave error. He had indeed promised to attend your significant event, but circumstances beyond his control had prevented him from keeping that promise. "I know I let you down, yn," Mihawk admitted, his voice heavy with regret. "Something urgent came up, and I couldn't make it. I should have informed you sooner." Your anger was mixed with a deep sense of hurt. "It was a crucial moment for me, Mihawk. I needed you, and you weren't there. I felt abandoned."

Mihawk reached out to you, but you took a step back. Your anger was still raw, and you needed time to process your emotions. "I understand if you're angry with me," Mihawk said, his voice filled with sincerity. "I will make it up to you in any way I can, yn. Please give me a chance to make things right." As you walked away, your anger remained, but Mihawk was determined to mend your relationship and prove that he valued your feelings and commitments.

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In the bustling streets of Loguetown, the Straw Hat Pirates found themselves in yet another adventure. Buggy the Clown, had unexpectedly crossed paths with you, a member of the Straw Hat crew. You had always been known for your calm and collected demeanor. However, there was one thing that could set you off like a cannonball - Buggy's antics. And today, it seemed like Buggy was determined to push your patience to the limit.

As the crew gathered at a local market, Buggy, with his trademark red nose and cackling laughter, decided to show off his sword skills. Swinging his dual knives around with reckless abandon, he sent fruits and vegetables flying in all directions. "Watch out, everyone! Buggy's on the loose again," Nami shouted, trying to protect her precious tangerines. But you had had enough.

With a furious scowl, you stormed over to Buggy. "That's it, Buggy! Your childish antics have gone too far this time!" Buggy, still grinning foolishly, turned to face you. "Oh, what's the matter, yn? Can't handle a little fun?" Without warning, you reached out and grabbed Buggy's red, bulbous nose, yanking it hard. Buggy's eyes widened in shock as pain shot through him. His laughter turned into agonized cries. "Fun, you call this fun?" You seethed. "This is a market, not a playground!" With a final twist of Buggy's nose, you released him and turned away, leaving the clown pirate clutching his face in pain.

The entire market fell silent, shocked by the sudden turn of events. Later, as the Straw Hat Pirates continued their adventure, Buggy sat alone, nursing his nose. He couldn't believe he had finally met someone who could put him in his place. Perhaps it was time for him to rethink his childish ways. Little did he know that this encounter with you would be the catalyst for a change in his pirate career. Buggy the Clown would begin to mature and it all started with one angry, nose-twisting encounter with you.

Byebye~

© jainiss ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ

[403tarot]

hii💘 could you do a reading on lisa and park bogum's friendship? and about what they think of e/o? thanks!

hello c: sorry about the delay >< let's go!

before anything else i decided to see what the overall energy of the relationship between lisa and bogum was like, and the cards indicated that they have (or had) something beyond just friendship. i decided to investigate a bit more and found out that it could be a romantic relationship that came to an abrupt end after a disagreement.

i asked if they were still together, and the answer was no. i mentioned this to a friend who knows bogum better than i do (since i know nothing about him), and she said that he and lisa were seen together last month, suggesting that i should ask if their breakup was recent. i asked, and the answer was that it happened less than a month ago.

about what lisa thinks of bogum, he is a great company for her and when they are together, it's a reason for celebration. they get along very well, although she is a bit more rational in this relationship than he is. at the moment, she thinks that bogum might be a little unpredictable towards her and that he has been displaying unstable behavior (changing his mind/opinion frequently, and his goals and desires shift often). she may also believe that bogum is currently deluding himself or trying to see things where there is none (in regards to her).

regarding bogum's thoughts about lisa, he might be feeling abandoned by her, as if their relationship (whether it's just friendship or something more) is imbalanced. he cares about her and sees her in the best possible way, but he might feel that their connection is not unfolding in the best manner. he could be having a hard time adapting to this new reality. he wishes the relationship between him and lisa were a bit more balanced, so both sides could be satisfied.

i'd say that bogum has feelings for her, but they might not be reciprocated or at least not as intensely. when i asked about the reason for a possible breakup, what came to me was that someone wasn't as interested in maintaining a romantic relationship, and that might have hurt the other person's feelings.

personally, i don't think they will stop being friends or being seen together, but I believe things between them might get a bit awkward until everything is resolved.

please note that everything i said was purely based on tarot cards. take it with a grain of salt.

deck used: rider waite-smith tarot

[macaron-palace]

So I have been listening and watching a LOT of EPIC: The Musical (both animatics and just soundtrack) and while being in LOOOVE with the interpretations of different artists and the music itself (ofc) somehow, somewhere along the way, I ended up getting MAX inspiration for a kind of subplot that’s mostly just applicable to the musical, but could work as its own standalone “myth”/“epic” with no relation to the Odyssey, even if it’s not a real ancient tale…

Soooo who is this mystery character that leads the “subplot”? This character right here, who isn’t Polites or Odysseus, ofc, the name is Siope, a masculine noun meaning “quiet” (I do need to check in with the vocabulary I have at home tho!!!). Siope boarded the ship wishing to record tales o of Odysseus and his crew, all out of habit- the . Once rumours of Ithaca’s King going off to sea reached his ears during travels, the poet certainly knew that “The Odyssey” would not be an exception to the many already noted stories.

“Siope” is actually the fake identity of a young woman posing as a mute ship’s boy… AND she isn’t even Greek! < which could be why she didn’t pick a more regular name (But more on that later, maybe ;D) So many lies! I think it’d be funny for most of the Greeks she meets to just… assume she was abandoned by her parents/had awful ones (I even wrote a line for Odysseus here making a comment on how odd it is, can you find it? I’m actually pretty sure you can).

Musical gimmick: Being a “mute”, nearly all of Siope’s verses/lines in a song (if it existed in the musical…) would have effects that make it sound whispered, distorted, or anthing that reads as thought-like. The sound of the lyre or some other musical cue (which adapts to the song and mood) that represents the only thing the other characters would hear/recognise her by (she plays the lure) < maybe it could used in the story Gods like Athena that use quick-thought or can read minds tho I don’t think would have any issue with communicating with her

Things will get of course complicated (and there’s a lot of detail I left out! Please lmk if you’d like to hear more), but what I thought would be funny was having those first few drawings indicate either how she was introduced to the crew, or how she was found by Polites after following him and Odysseus to the lotus eaters to record the happenings more closely. I’m sure there aren’t exactly a lot of exams for cleaning decks, but I think if it ever came up in story it might be one the reasons she’s on the main ship, not sure how she’d prove it but, she has very oddly large knowledge of navigation and the Note > the name “Siope” was chosen for two reasons: 1. I couldn’t bear to scroll another 10 minutes on Behind The Name, and 2. it was hand-picked by Siope… Essentially… it isn’t “his” real name (a name I won’t reveal just yet!).ability to read and write, both text and cartography.

There’s a whole Hermes thing (and a “byssus” sub-subplot) cause I am addicted to the animatic of “wouldn’t you like” by Ximena on yt (doesn’t have a tumblr sadly) and put Siope “in place” of Odysseus in my mind, she is easily enticed by power but still prone to worry and not exactly trust gods.

[talltoontales]

How Ships Sail

Inspiration: Tiff & Eve by CrazyGnomenclature |&| The Fandom

Started Writing: 05/23/24

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Deckie: Cap, the crew's been talkin'. They're saying that…that you've gone mad, that your dedication to this ship will only bring ruin to us all.

Captain (Looking through a telescope): Aye? And what do you say, lass?

Deckie: While I mean no disrespect, Captain, I struggle to see what makes this ship so unique. You say she'll lead us to a treasure that no map can find, and while we have found our fair share of adventure. Through all the storms, conflicts, and…losses, all I see is another ship in a sea of many.

Captain: Do ya now? Well, there's yer problem right there.

Cap hands Deckie the telescope, directing her toward a ship on the horizon.

Captain: What do ya see?

Deckie: A ship, sir, it appears brand new.

Captain: And what of the crew on the deck?

Deckie: Landlubbers, the lot of them. Even the first mate barely has their sea legs.

Captain: In a few month's time, nearly half that crew will be gone either by the cruel hands of fate and her vengeful minions or by abandoning the ship entirely of their own weak will. Hell, maybe even the captain will have docked the ship into port, never to sail again. I may not have been sailing as long as other captains, but I have been on many ships in my time.

Deckie: You have?

Captain: Aye, and I abandoned most all of them. I watched as my captains would sail blindly into danger, only to have a hearty laugh as we worked to repair the damages. I never understood how they could command such a loyal following through such hardships with little reward.

Deckie: What changed?

Captain: I don't know. Maybe it was me, maybe it was the world, maybe it was both, or maybe it was neither. All I do know is that when I saw this ship, my ship, I understood, and with every storm, conflict, and loss, I understood more. A great ship and its crew are never fickle. They seek challenges to overcome, for it hardens their resolve. And while there will always be doubts, they always wish to be proven wrong.

Cap kneels down and places a hand on Deckie's shoulder.

Captain: Never be afraid to raise doubts, Deckie. All I ask is that you be patient enough for the answers to reveal themselves. I promise the wait is well worth it.

Cap locks the helm into place before walking away. Deckie takes another look around through the telescope, messing with the dials. For a brief moment, while slightly out of focus, Deckie looks at her own ship in pristine condition, the foggy image of the crew dancing and cheering. The whole moment is radiant with a warm, soothing glow. Deckie quickly focuses the telescope, only to see the same rundown ship. Deckie pulls the telescope away to look it over before putting it in her belt pouch and running after Cap.

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