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phonydiaries · 1 year ago

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I am begging politely for something with number 20 from your one word prompt list?? Maybe something fluffy to save me from the angst of whatever bloodbrown has asked for? (Luv you bloodbrown)

Hope you are doing well <3

I am SO excited that not one but two people asked for 20 because I was so so hoping for an excuse to extrapolate on my promise headcanon from this post so here it is! Thank you so much for the ask <3 megafluff ahead!

Promise Me - P x Reader

It was well known that sunny days were not so easy to come by in Krat, a city most commonly overtaken with a stark and looming gloominess. So on a rare sunny day, eager to take advantage of the warmth which so often eluded you at the hotel, you practically dragged P to the kitchen in search of decent picnic-ing supplies. There, you loaded up your pack with sandwiches and fruit and a bottle of some sparkling something-or-other. Pino of course couldn’t really partake in the food, but it was more the aesthetic of the picnic that really mattered, and he had seemed interested in the whole ordeal besides.

Along with all the goodies, you stuffed a carefully folded blanket and a hardcover book into the pack. Lately you’d spent a great deal of time wandering the library with your trusted puppet, and he’d taken quite the liking to simply lazing about as you read to him in hushed tones, often with his head settled comfortably in your lap, listening intently.

Now, as you headed for the shimmering daylight of the courtyard you realized one very important piece of the picnic was missing; P himself. You huffed, sure that the damn puppet had wandered off again, as he so loved to do. It was not the first time he’d silently slipped away from you, either distracted or whisked away or otherwise lost in his own thoughts, and you were sure it wouldn’t be the last.

For the better part of the next hour, you were relegated to the rather painstaking and exhaustive task of lapping the hotel in search of the lost puppet. At one point you even entailed the help of the other hotel’s guests, but neither Sophia nor Eugenie could offer any better guess at where he might’ve disappeared to. Finally, tired, rumpled, and out of breath from your efforts, you stalk back to the courtyard, your head hanging low in anticipation of a far less rewarding picnic alone.

As you round the path, digging around aimlessly in your bag, you come to an abrupt halt. The picnic pack falls to the ground with a light thunk and the puppet crouched in front of you glances up. He grins in blissful ignorance of the tremendous effort you’d just expended in search of him. He motions for you to come closer and points to a blue butterfly which emerges, glistening, from its cocoon, buried away in the branches of a rosebush. He’s seemingly enamored by the unfurling of the insects iridescent wings, and offers a finger of his legion hand to it gently.

Lovely, just lovely. You think.

I’ve lost him to a butterfly.

Exasperated, you pinch the bridge of your nose and sigh. “Yes, it’s very beautiful P, don’t get me wrong, but your habit of running off like this is frankly…” you pause, wondering how to put it delicately. “Just. The worst.”

P’s shoulders sink and he looks almost hurt by this, though you can tell that even he can’t deny his tendency to explore precariously and without warning. It had landed you in loads of trouble at the worst of times, namely active combat, but this was neither here nor there.

“You know what, I ought to make you promise to knock it off.” P opens his mouth, about to speak before you press a finger to his lips. “No no- a regular old promise won’t do either. Pinky swear it.” You say, offering your finger to him. He only stares blankly at it for a moment, then tips his head quizzically at you. This must be a new concept to him, you realize, and a creeping mischievousness takes root in your mind. With faux bewilderment, you gawk at him. “Your father never told you about pinky promises?”

Pinocchio shakes his head fervently, now obviously eager to gain this oh-so-coveted knowledge. You take both his hands in yours and speak sotto-voce, as if the matter were of great importance. “It’s an ancient human tradition, a vow of the utmost seriousness. It’s a promise so great that once spoken aloud it would bond the two of us forever!”

P leans in, enamored, and gestures between the two of you with curiosity. He seems, if anything, eager to engage in the grand ritual you’ve made this silly little thing out to be. You turn away with a saddened look.

“Though I don’t suppose you’d be interested in such a thing. After all, it’s quite the big responsibility-” But P is already tugging you by the hand and nodding vigorously. You can’t help smiling at his enthusiasm; he is after all, nothing if not incorrigible.

Swiftly, you situate yourself in the grass across from P.

“Now,” you start, taking the puppet’s wrist in your hand and turning it over as if in careful examination. “This is a very serious business. I mean it.” P’s chin juts forward and he looks up at you, his head tilted in rapt attention. He looks like such a little boy, you think, sitting criss-crossed in the grass, hanging on your every word.

“Once the oath is taken we can never ever break our promise. Ever. Are you sure you’re ready for that, P? To pledge your fealty right here, right now?” You ask, punctuating each grave word with a squeeze to his hand. P’s brows knit together in unbearable sincerity as he offers you a lone dutiful nod.

You exhale deeply, giving P one last solemn look. “Well then. I warned you.”

You hold your own hand out, elbow resting on your knee, your pinky finger extended in P’s direction. He watches you and with precision copies your posturing. He takes a moment though, to deliberate between his legion and human halves, before propping the fleshy arm upon his knee just the same as you.

You straighten up a bit and clear your throat, speaking in a manner uncharacteristically clear and commanding.

“By the power vested in this hand, I, and Pinocchio too of course-” You say, gesturing towards the boy. You assume, being a puppet of few words, he won’t mind you speaking for him. “Swear to always stand by each other's side, ever valiant.”

P’s gaze is locked with yours as you speak, hanging on your every word. He is painfully earnest, and in a moment of overwhelming fondness for the poor puppet you add, perhaps getting a bit carried away with the whole thing “And.. and to always protect one another, never allowing harm to befall their most trusted friend.”

You expect some surprise or even protest at this added condition, but instead Pinocchio settles the palm of his legion arm calmly over his heart, leaning ever closer with all the conviction in the world.

And with that your finger brushes his, and you find much to your surprise, that you’ve begun to believe in your own dumb joke. Somehow, as your tiny fingers lock together, you feel the tremendous weight of this promise in the depths of your heart. You wonder if somehow by mistake you made magic here, in the soft green grass with a puppet much too naive and trusting and eager for his own good. You decide if there truly was an unbreakable contract forged between the two of you this day, you don’t mind. You don’t mind at all.

When you glance at Pino, you find his eyes squeezed shut, his pinky finger wound tight around yours as if bracing himself.

“Your oath is sealed.” You say, and watch P’s eyes open one at a time, uncertain. “Bonded for life. How does it feel?”

P blinks a couple times in consideration, and allows his fingers to thread neatly through yours. With his other hand, he leans in close and presses it firmly but with the utmost care against your chest, and although you know logically he’s only a puppet, you swear you feel warmth radiating from his touch. He presses his forehead tenderly against yours, so close that you feel the breath of his words dance along the surface of your skin.

“Safe.” He says simply.

And although the circumstances are silly, you can’t imagine a truer word.

#lies of p #lop #lies of p x reader #pinocchio x reader #my writing #lies of p fanfic

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klaineccfanficlibrary · 3 months ago

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I checked the 6x01 and missing Blaine tags. I'm wondering if there are any fics set after the breakup in season 6 where Blaine is not going back to Lima. He stays in NYC, or moves somewhere else. And I don't mean fics focused on his first weeks after the breakup, but rather fics set over a span of a few years, or few years alter. Maybe he even disappears for a longer time and his friends are wondering where he is.

See the previous ask that I've responded to - with the reunion tag. I don't know exactly which fics have Blaine not go back to Lima, maybe you can check that out? What I've tried to recommend here are fics that he's in another place (even if the fic follows canon and he initially goes back to Lima). I've also tried to recommend some that are not the most commonly recommended or discussed reunion/reconciliation fics, but others worth reading also. ~Jen

The One That Got Away by @catcat-85

AU after the breakup scene in Season 6 Episode 1. Heartbroken and devastated after Kurt ended their relationship, Blaine changed his life completely. He quit NYADA. Enrolled at NYU and became a Pediatric Surgeon. He married Sebastian Smythe and they later have a beautiful daughter named Elena. Kurt realized he made a huge mistake by letting Blaine go. But the realization came too late. Blaine had already moved on and wanted nothing to do with Kurt. Kurt did his best to move on with his life. He graduated from NYADA and started getting cast in off Broadway productions, which led to having his big break when he was cast to be Link Larkin in Hairspray on Broadway. Since then, his career had taken off and he became a successful actor, but he couldn’t find a man he loves enough to marry. Desperate to have a family of his own, he found an egg donor and surrogate to have a baby, a boy which he named Chris. This is a story about a lost love between Kurt and Blaine, as well as a love story between Chris and Elena. No matter how hard their parents try to keep them apart, Chris and Elena find each other. Even after 25 years, the strength of their love might just be the thing to bring Kurt and Blaine back together.

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We all write our own endings (and we all have our own scars) by wintercreek

It's not enough that he looks like Blaine; of course he has to sound like him, too. But there is no way Blaine Anderson is running a café in Arizona. No way.

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Then and Now by mistyday

A look into a relationship that's bound to always come back together, no matter what.

~~~~~

This one is a season 4 breakup, where Blaine changed his life and they didn't get back together.

Foundations by Gentlereader

After breaking up Kurt and Blaine went their separate ways.

Blaine's now a successful LA musician while Kurt is a high school counselor.

The creation of the Pavarotti Music Foundation was their dream... and now its a reality.

#klaine fanfiction #klaine fanfic #reunion #not Lima

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micewithknives · 7 months ago

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Random interesting history story you like ? (Cuz I'm down, n i maybe need a hopeful or nice history story, not just abt how people killed well? )

I mean its not all sorts of wholesome but I think its fun... So hopefully it cheers you up a little.

So in Australia, convicts were sent to Tasmania (a bunch of other places as well, but todays story is set in Tasmania).

Convict women, upon arriving (unless they were sick, badly behaved, pregnant, etc) were sent out on domestic service. While waiting for that (or any of the above things) they lived and worked at what were referred to as the "[insert place name] female factory" (Theres a few of them around).

Today's story is set specifically at the Cascades Female Factory in Tasmania.

During which, there were a group of women who were refered to simply as "the Flash Mob". Not to be confused with a dance group, these women had no qualms with life in the factory, and set up for themselves what could basically be considered their own little prison mafia.

(Most importantly, the "flash" part of their name, came from their refusal to accept the societal expectations for convict working class women - and instead to adorn themselves with earrings, scarves, jewellery, and fancy dresses. Subverting expectations of fashion and behaviour, they would compile money from their domestic services work (or from more illegal sources) and collectively pool resources for tobacco, alcohol, 'flash' clothes, and anything and everything in between.

They also started multiple riots. And at one point baracaded themselves into the factory and lit furniture on fire... But thats neither here nor there.

Unfortunately, in Australia, they have been memorialised in a singular act of mythology, courtesy of the fictionalised tales of one (ex) Reverend Robert Crooke. (Though it was not entirely his fault that what was very likely his novel manuscript was taken as historical event).

In this very likely fictionalised event, upon being lectured by the Factory's reverend, all the women were said to have turned around, lifted their skirts, and in "a loud and not very musical noise" slapped their butts. (Its commonly commemorated in this postcard artwork).

Whether or not the women of the Cascades Female Factory ever actually did flash the Reverend Bedford is up for a fair amount of debate. Consensus seems to be that the event likely never did happen. But its done wonders to shape many people's perception of convict women in Australia.

Although personally, i feel like skipping on the outrageously gaudy fashion choices, means everyone really is missing out on an accurate version of what theyre picturing these women as!

#Australia #history #mice answers things #they let a mouse do archaeology?

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little-whats-her-name · 1 year ago

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@nationmckinleyscorset made some great points in this post but the thread was getting quite long and complicated so I'm gonna put my thoughts/response here

Glad I'm not the only person who noticed this! I didn't want to be the first person to bring it up but now that you've said it... It's just the perfect balance of seriousness and humour!

I love the comparison to As Long As He Needs Me (I had never heard the song before and had to listen to it on Spotify but it's perfect) because although it's only touched upon in The Stuff, that's similar to how I see Mae's thinking.

I really appreciate finding other people who like The Stuff, as it is a very niche brand of humour that can easily be mistaken for making fun of abusive relationships. Granted, I didn't understand this form of humour when I first listened to The Stuff, but I grew to enjoy it.

"That dancer" is Neve Campbell AKA the star of The Craft and in the Scream franchise Christian Campbell's (Jimmy) sister. And due to the fact that RM was made in 2005, before Frozen and The Good Place, Neve was the most mainstream actor they had in the film and so they promoted her as much as they possibly could, to the point where people watched it on Showtime expecting her to have a lead role (they wanted her to have a lead role, but by that point most people had been cast, and almost all the female leads flirt with Jimmy at some point and they were like yeah nah that's gonna be weird, so they changed Mr Poppy to Miss Poppy and had it be a cameo role) and were disappointed when she was only in the movie for five minutes.

Yes. He always has 💅🏻 vibes. Even in the original 1936 one when it was meant to be serious. Idk maybe boys in the 1930s were just like that

According to IMDb (which I think got their info from the DVD commentary, I'm not sure, I have yet to own it on DVD), they were meant to be in "various states of undress", some fully nude, but when it came to filming time, no one wanted to show any skin. So let's all be grateful for the shyness of those extras ��

😂 Wonderful point! I never thought of it that way!

Ice packs weren't around in the 1930s and back then it was (and still is) commonly thought that both raw and frozen meat draws out water build-up, which reduces swelling. Over time, we have learnt that the reduction in swelling is probably due more to the temperature than the meat itself and that raw meat can contain a lot of harmful bacteria. Judging by its malleability and the thwap sound it makes against Mae's cheek when she turns it over, the steak is almost definitely raw 🤢

Can we take a moment to appreciate the costume designers for perfectly matching the colour of Mae's dressing gown to the steak on her eye? It tells so much about Mae's character, I can picture her thinking "I have to stop the bruising, all I've got is this steak, maybe if I match my lingerie and make it look as though I'm just using the steak as an unusual accessory - all the rich people have unusual accessories - everyone will be so impressed with my fashion sense that they won't question what else the steak is for." Alas, things never work out that easy for Mae.

Sally is so hot, despite literally everything. I don't think Amy Spanger fully comprehends how hot she was as Sally. She did an incredible job. Everyone in Reefer Madness is attractive in a "why am I attracted to this?" way. Seriously, I haven't seen casting that good since the live-action Scooby Doos with Linda Cardellini.

Yes!! She and Mae are the only characters to have the same first name and surname as their 1936 counterparts. Which, in Mary's case, I find hilarious since no one when writing or directing or filming thought "Hey Mary Lane kinda sounds like Mary Jane, slang for the same drug we're trying to associate with all evil". Kevin Murphy and Dan Studney turned a unintentional goof from the original film into the heartwarming masterpiece that is Mary Jane/Mary Lane.

Mary Jane/Mary Lane wasn't in the musical but they created it for the movie-musical so they could enter it for the Emmy for Best Original Song AND THEN THEY WON THE EMMY FOR BEST ORIGINAL SONG. They went up against blockbuster Hollywood films and they absolutely deserved that win. I still reckon Kristen Bell should've gotten the Emmy Best Supporting Actress (I don't count Mary's role as supporting, but that was the name of the nomination) but tbh I would give everyone in RM Emmys and Tonys. Don't ever make me in charge of the Emmy and Tony awards, I would absolutely add in extra votes.

#reefer madness #reefer madness the musical #reefer madness movie

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angel-graces-world-of-chaos · 2 months ago

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Silver and Green Wonders — Part 2? Chapter 2? idk

A/N: sooooo this is part 2? chapter 2? idk haha, but the story continues. To like the three people who read the first chapter, thank YOU! I'm glad you liked it and had fun? ish?

This is a continuation of part 1 - I suggest you read it (here) first before continuing

Thank you for reading and enjoy!

Angel xxx

Green and Silver Wonders

Chapter ii

“Good morning, Adeline. I trust you slept well?” Professor Weasley greeted the young girl, as she stepped through the entrance to Slytherin House.

“I did, Professor. Thank you,” the girl responded, smiling slightly. “Although I must admit, it does feel as though I am dreaming.”

Professor Weasley chuckled, before motioning Adeline to follow her. As the two walked, Professor Weasley explained a range of important topics, emphasising that Adeline would not only be taught the current curriculum for fifth-years, but would also be required to study outside of class, due to having missed the past four years.

“And at the end of fifth-year, students are required to sit for the Ordinary Wizarding Levels, or OWLs as they are commonly known. The scores you receive in these exams will determine whether or not you may continue the class, and will be a turning point for any future career you may choose.” Professor Weasley explained, having lead Adeline to the Central Hall. “Today you will be attending Charms and Defence Against the Dark Arts. After, we may even have time for you to go to Hogsmeade, as I believe most of your luggage was lost upon your arrival here. Any further questions?”

Hogsmeade? Defence Against the Dark Arts? Charms? Better ask each question one at a time…

“You mentioned a place called ‘Hogsmeade’, Professor?” Adeline trailed off, gazing curiously at the adult in front of her.

Professor Weasley smiled: “Hogsmeade is the only all-wizarding village in Britain.” A brief pause occurred, as she glanced down towards her captive audience. “And is home to an array of shops and pubs. You should be able to find all of the school supplies you require in Hogsmeade. You will also, I imagine, enjoy many a Butterbeer with friends in due course.”

Adeline nodded. “Could you tell me more about Defence Against the Dark Arts and Charms class, Professor?” She inquired.

“Gladly.” Came the response, “Defence Against the Dark Arts, as the name implies, focuses on how to defend oneself from the evils that lurk beyond these walls. A mastery of Defence Against the Dark Arts is required for those who aspire to become aurors. Fortunately, we are lucky to have the ever-gifted Professor Hecat in charge of our students’ education in that regard.”

As the professor went on to explain what Charms taught, Adeline’s mind swirled with thoughts and possibilities. As she listened, the girl glanced around the Hall, marvelling at the architecture.

“…and a talented teacher.” Adeline whipped her head back to Professor Weasley, who simply smiled kindly at her, before continuing. “A lot to absorb on your first day. And you have much to learn. Happily, your professors have agreed to create additional assignments for you outside of class. You’ll be up to speed in no time. Judging by your adept use of Revelio earlier, I’d say Professor Fig succeeded in at least showing you the basics.”

Adeline grinned proudly at the praise: “He did, Professor.”

Professor Weasley smiled kindly, before her eyes sharpened and she peered through her glasses at Adeline. “He’s been terribly vague as to the events preceding your arrival — specifically about what happened after that awful dragon attack.” A brow was raised, as she continued to stare questioningly at Adeline. “My suspicion is that there’s more to the story than a search for belongings and an extended trip up to the castle.”

Oh hell… Tread carefully, Adeline.

“I’m sorry, Professor,” Adeline started, wondering how on Earth she was going to evade the Professor’s interrogation. “But I’m afraid that’s all there is to it.”

“Hmm. Almost precisely what Professor Fig said.”

Oh bugger. Adeline smiled hesitantly, eyes glancing around as if she could find a way to escape, before spotting a familiar figure approach.

Professor Weasley huffed, ‘Speak of the devil’ just when Professor Fig joined the two. “Professor Fig.” Professor Weasley began in a scolding tone, “Your ears must have been burning?”

“Oh?” Came the innocent response.

“Yes. You seem to have provided our new fifth-year with a solid foundation in the basics of spell-casting.”

“Ah.” Professor Fig turned to the young student, who up until then, had kept quiet, in the hopes of avoiding any further suspicion. “I’m afraid I can’t take all the credit there, Professor. She’s a rare… aptitude for magic, it seems.”

Adeline’s eyes widened imperceptibly as she stared at the Professor. Are we telling Professor Weasley? I thought we weren’t? Should I have said something? Am I in trouble? Professor Fig!

As the Professors continued their conversation, or rather Professor Weasley subtly interrogated a continuously-evading Professor Fig, Adeline’s head swirled with thoughts, confusion and fear at the forefront of her mind. She only came back to the conversation once she noticed Professor Weasley had begun to address her: “Remember to use your Field Guide, and come find me after you’ve attended both classes, so that I may explain more about those assignments I mentioned. And we’ll see if we can’t get you to Hogsmeade for those supplies.”

“Yes, Professor.” Adeline responded, calming her thumping heart upon realising she was not being asked to leave.

Professor Weasley nodded kindly once more to the young student, before sending a final piercing glance at the other professor and made her way towards her classroom.

With a relieved sigh, the remaining professor turned back to his young student: “I must say, I was hoping our paths would cross today before you immersed yourself in studies. And… did I hear you masterfully evade Professor Weasley’s interrogation regarding our late arrival?” His eyes twinkled mischievously, as he grinned down at Adeline.

“I did my best. But…” Adeline grimaced, before continuing. “I’m fairly certain she suspects we’re not being entirely forthcoming.”

“Yes, well —“ Professor Fig nodded sagely. “Professor Weasley is a brilliant, and astute, witch. It was right to keep the details to yourself for now.” He smiled conspiratorially at her.

After another discussion regarding the Field Guide and its contents, Professor Fig and Adeline parted ways, as it was time for the young girl to attend Charms class.

#hogwarts legacy #ominis gaunt #fanfiction #hogwarts legacy fanfic #ominis gaunt x mc #ominis gaunt x oc #Hogwarts legacy #fanfic writing #fanfic writer #slytherin oc #slytherin #wizarding world #hogwarts #I'm sure I'm forgetting some tags #angel writes

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siren-tale · 5 months ago

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name/title origins

here's a little insight into the meanings and reasons behind the names of my one piece ocs <3 feat. two more ocs i've never mentioned before but still love dearly

PRINCESS CORALIE

I wanted something very ocean or mermaid-themed since she's a siren, but it also needed to be very simple, due to how she got her name

Shanks named her after he and his crew rescued her from imprisonment, so it made sense that her name would just come from something that commonly occurs in the ocean

It just seemed right on the nose while also being very pretty, and suited her with and without her royal title

MORANA

Morana is the name of a Slavic goddess associated with the death and rebirth of nature, and it just seemed perfect for my lovely vampire

Her Baroque Works codename of Miss Halloween was an obvious choice, since all of the female agents are based on celebratory holidays, and what better for a vampire than Halloween?

And since she's (quite literally) the devil on Crocodile's shoulder, the pairing of their names- Sir Crocodile and Lady Morana- just has a nice ring to it

DONQUIXOTE AMORETTA

Amoretta means 'little love', which only seemed fitting for the girl raised to inherit the Heart seat in Doflamingo's family

Also, I just love any name that can have 'Ettie' as a nickname, so obviously that's what Ikkaku, Penguin and Shachi call her

She hates her last name, but the only reason she keeps herself associated with it is to keep her Uncle Cora's memory alive- that's the side of the Donquixote family she truly belongs to

KIT

Most animal-associated characters in One Piece have very on-the-nose names, so this was an easy choice

A baby raccoon is called a kit, and I just thought that would be the cutest name ever for my darling mink girl

And the pairing of Kit and Bepo are just adorable names together (KiPo <3)

DONQUIXOTE HARMONIA

Harmonia means 'unity', as well as being the goddess of harmony and balance- the perfect name for such a comforting, stable presence in Rosi and Law's lives

Obviously, the Donquixote comes from her being married to Rosinante, even though she isn't publicly known by that name

After Rosi's death, and after adopting Law, she changes her name to Trafalgar R. Harmonia (the R standing for Rosinante, of course) for both her safety, and her connection to Law as his family

MERRIN KELPIE

So, Merrin has a few meaning, but I was going with 'star of the sea', since she's a pirate and a Supernova

Kelpies are a part of Scottish folklore, which backs up her being Scottish, even if Scotland doesn't exist in the One Piece world

The mythos of kelpies only being killed by silver bullets... Kelpie being saved and given a metal arm... There are parallels

EMPORIO DELANEY

Another name with a lot of meanings, but honestly, I didn't pick Delaney because of its meaning- I just love the name, and it sounds both posh and badass in my opinion

Ivankov adopted her when she was little, after rescuing her from a Celestial Dragon-caused accident

So, she's also technically a princess, and Princess Delaney of the Revolutionary Army?? That's such a good title

MONKEY-GOL D. JOLIE

Roger's younger sister, Dragon's ex-wife and Luffy's mother (so self-indulgent, I just want to take care of little baby Luffy) so there's a lot going on with her surname

But her name, Jolie... Well, if you ever wondered where the 'Jolly' in 'Jolly Roger' came from... It's from her

It was a way to keep her connected to her brother, even when it became too dangerous for anyone to know she was related to him

#ocs *ೃ༄#coralie *ೃ༄#morana *ೃ༄#amoretta *ೃ༄#kit *ೃ༄#harmonia *ೃ༄#kelpie *ೃ༄#delaney *ೃ༄#jolie *ೃ༄#one piece #oc #one piece oc #my ocs #oc x canon #ocs

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modernmonkeymind · 2 years ago

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Do you have a LastFM account? I am interested to know what music you listen to! ^^

I don't have LastFM, I do use Spotify though. My musical tastes are pretty wide ranging: I grew up listening to the Beatles, Elton John, and similar singer/songwriters, as well as kids musicians when I was little. These days pretty much the only thing I actively don't listen to is gangsta rap and death metal, but I've found at least one artist in most genres I like. And amusingly enough, I still listen to kids' music, mostly Mister Rogers'. And I can't believe I just admitted that online, lol!

A couple of my fav songs in no particular order:

The Shadow Knows by Grand Magus (pretty sure these dudes are MASSIVE dorks but would never openly admit it. This is a song about the Shadow, a radio play superhero that probably inspired the Batman but would kick Bruce Wayne's ass ten ways to Sunday.)

When Buddha Smiled by the Blue Cliff Monastery Choir (a recounting of a miracle performed by the Buddha when he encountered an elephant raging out of control because of mistreatment and abuse. I defy you to listen to this song and not break down in tears. I sobbed the first time I listened to it and I haven't cried since I saw Pay it Forward in theaters.)

the Farthest Field by the Blue Cliff Ensemble (a really beautiful song about spirituality and mindfulness practice...that I didn't notice until a friend pointed it out to me is also very obviously about death and is originally a Christian hymn.)

Lady of the Dark by Sabaton/Miss Pavlichenko by Woody Guthrie (Okay, kinda cheating here. But to be fair, both songs are about the same badass woman, a Russian sniper named Lyudmila Pavlichenko who made a name for herself making Nazi heads explode during WWII. Oh, and Miss Pavlichenko might be a weird listen if you only know Guthrie from his more "kid friendly" songs, since the chorus is basically "You killed more than three hundred Nazis. You're such a goddamn badass girl!")

Puff the Magic Dragon by Peter Paul and Mary (Yeah, remember what I said about kids' music? If you listened to this song as a kid, go back and listen to it again, if you're not an utter garbage troll you're going to cry since its actually about growing up and the loss of innocence.)

Its You I like/It's Such a Good Feeling/Won't You be my Neighbor by Mister Rogers (Yeah, here's that kids music again and my ego wondering why I'm admitting to listening to it as a thirty seven year old. Maybe its my nostalgia, maybe its my deep and abiding respect for the man as one of my first heroes and role models, but whether I'm having a shit day or things are going well, I can always count on one of these to put a smile on my face.)

Its a Lovely Day Today by Perry Como (The first time I heard this, I assumed it was Mister Rogers using a voice modulator or something. Though to be fair, Como was kinda Mister Rogers for adults. A beautiful song, beautifully sung.)

You are my Sunshine by Johnny Cash (I like the song, but honestly I like this for a similar reason I get a kick out of the John Wick movies: Keanu Reeves has developed a rep as a sort of Perry Como/Bob Ross/Mister Rogers kind, compassionate, empathetic person IRL, and plays a character who spends the movies murdering people in cold blood. Cash has a rep as "the Man in Black" a hard living, world weary man, and yet here he is singing this song of deep emotion and positivity to the point that its commonly taught to kids as being a nonthreatening positive message.)

Bully in the Alley by Kimber's Men (Admittedly I don't know what the hell being "bully in the alley" means other than being so piss drunk you get yourself tossed out of the pub into the back alley.)

Big Yellow Taxi by Joni Mitchell (Nothing against the Counting Crows cover, I just prefer the original.)

On Tin Soldier by "the Sugar Chasers" (This is a kids song with a great message about the stupidity and destructive pointlessness of violence as a problem solving method. The comedy comes in when you look into the bad and realize that before they recorded this they'd made a name for themselves for performative Satanism at their concerts long before a certain musician bit heads off bats on stage.)

Scott Pilgrim by Plumtree (nothing to do with the comic book series or movie by that name.)

the Sound of Silence by Disturbed (IMHO one of the few times the cover surpasses the original.)

Indestructible by Disturbed (How has this not been used in a video game or action movie? To on the nose I guess, lol!)

Land of Confusion by Disturbed (As far as I know this band has no connection to Buddhism, but this is very much the Buddhist conception of Samsara and the Bodhisattva Vow in song form.)

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i left a comment on the vid itself so i'll just paste it here haha. basically it's just got the most egregious provable example of terrible research i've ever seen in any of his vids

hi, been subscribed to the channel for a couple years, and genuine question: is he getting bored of making these or something? the research here even for things i know literally nothing about going in is so overtly bad. the meaning of 108 can be gotten by googling "significance of 108". the pronunciation of "shiranai" can be gotten via google translate, disregarding the fact that it's a pretty commonly-used japanese word. aside from the "bit" of mispronouncing foreign languages, to me it just comes off as poor research when people can't be arsed to look up how to pronounce a word or two. takes less than a minute. and it really takes absolute minimal research to know that garn47 is a shitpost game (i googled "what is garn47"). i hadn't even heard of it 'til i watched this video because i don't touch fnf with a 10 foot pole but literally, less than 2 minutes of research to understand the cat is called car and the voice is you calling to it (i googled "garn47 cat"), and the room with the pictures is a fanart room. he even calls the cat Car later in the vid, so why he misunderstood the voice line is weird to me and just indicates he really isn't putting much thought into this. the "evil shadow the hedgehog" (??? it's obviously not shadow?) is a modern creepypasta character called 2017 X or "X". (i googled "garn47 sonic"). from 10 seconds briefly skimming his wiki page, i now know he isn't even in the game anymore as of last month. so oddheader is also just including outdated info and footage without any clarification. granted, he could have created this video before that happened, but with everything else it just adds to the negative impression. i'm baffled how he even got some of this footage, e.g. the "soretro" song from fnf, without learning that the "some sort of glitchy mario" is called Soretro? the lack of information given and actively bad/false info almost comes off as intentional. not saying he had to list every single character's name out, just saying that he's obviously leaving out basic info about the contents of the game, like the fact that these characters are memes, or any information about their origins when there is plenty out there -- and it pretty crucially isn't remotely "unsolved" (or creepy, but whatever). EDIT: also just from googling garn47 i found its itch.io page, aka its official release, so literally the first thing he says about the game is misinfo! multiple fans of this media are in the comments correcting this video and commenting on how poor the info given is. when unearthing/exposing this info is the objective of your entire channel, i can see why some are complaining. with all that about something i CAN research very easily, it makes me wonder what flaws there are in information i can't research so well. such as non-english games, or ones i don't feel compelled to research myself. i understand part of these videos' purpose is to entice the audience to research further themselves, but when oddheader misconstrues basic information about the content he's trying to platform it just comes off as really lazy and uncaring tbh. and i barely count what i just did as research whatsoever. i like that you can get extra context for the games oddheader talks about in the comments, but when a majority of it is just clarifying basic information about the game... something's up with that man, idk. and i'm definitely not expecting any followup to clarify info he missed, as great as that'd be in general. i'm still subbed atm, but i'm genuinely considering unsubbing if the quality of his research keeps decreasing like this... if anyone read this, thanks xD just needed to put my thoughts out in text. btw, i focussed on garn47 here because it's the most egregious example of poor info i've seen from the channel in recent memory. just my opinion and perspective on all this! thanks again

oddheader's most recent vid is so bad dude

#txt #sorry for the wall of text but yeah

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strampunch · 4 years ago

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“Labours of Love”

Summer Holmestice 2021 for “Ghostbees”

After my giftee ( @ghostbees ) mentioned "scrapbooking" and "English paper piecing" I went down a rabbithole of research and learnt about this wonderful quilting technique.

From the EQS website: "English Paper Piecing is a method of quilting that involves using a paper shape, most commonly a hexagon, to add stability to the quilt. The quilt is hand stitched with pieces of fabric cut a ¼ inch bigger than the paper shape. The fabric is basted to the paper shapes before the shapes are sewn together. Once the quilt top is completed the papers are removed." The technique dates from 1770s and was popular during the early 1800s in the UK, then in the mid 19th century in the US and it made a comeback during the Great Depression of the 1930s, when the pattern was called in the sewing magazines "Grandma's Flower Garden", but before that it was simply known as hexagonal pattern or (you guessed it) honeycomb pattern. The paper used for these quilts were usually recycled from newspapers or scrapped letters, and the fabric used to come from old garments that had seen better days, and since a lot of the times the paper was simply left in these quilts are marvelous time capsules that contain a wealth of information about the person who made them and their environment. I encourage you to look up English paper piecing (EPP) quilts from the early Victorian decades, they're fascinating!

So this little series of illustrations shows Watson dealing with Holmes still indulging in scrapbooking, and how the doctor picks up the discarded pieces and their old 221B era clothes to make something entirely new and uniquely theirs.

1. I keep seeing lovely examples of Victorian silk braces with floral embroidery and I couldn’t resist giving the boys some fancy ones. Also I know that a bright pink and blue shirt is probably not too historically accurate 1910s but screw it, trans flag shirt colours!

2. I both hate and love drawing furniture. Footstools/ottomans are cute, though.

3. “My dear fellow, if you didn’t spend all morning in bed instead of reading the newspaper as soon it arrives all of this could be avoided.” Also Holmes is wearing a silk piano shawl because what are gender norms?

4. Holmes not only uses newspaper clippings for scrapbooking, but per Ghostbees’ suggestion I looked briefly into the Victorian hobby of pressing and collecting seaweed and I think it would be a fantastic subject for Holmes to branch out to (especially if there’s any poisonous types).

5. Old dressing gowns and blankets that have seen better days. The moths got ahold of them but I’m pretty sure the constant chemical experiments back at 221B claimed more than one victim.

6. I got a bit carried away with the ink and gouache here. But it was fascinating to see the first published patterns in magazines making their appearance, especially in publications aimed at women that contained a wide range of home-related subjects.

7. Someone in the Dreamwidth website pointed out that both Holmes and Watson are working on beehives and that warmed my heart. One interesting bit about EPP is that the paper can be left inside the quilt, so historians have been able to gather very detailed information about the person who crafted these pieces and their life.

8. Oh god so many hexagons. Here’s an example of one of those magazines with patterns and instructions.

9. I had too much fun giving them embroidered slippers. It’s a shame I overdid the watercolours and turned out quite muddy, but I would love to draw their clothes in more detail in the future.

10. Smooch! (Also the paisley trim is my favourite part)

11. Initially I wanted this story to end in a picnic at Beachy Head, until I was told that quilts aren’t picnic blankets and are more appropriate for domestic use only. You still get to see some of the cliffs at least!

12. Another accidental discovery during my research: pickle and marmalade jars! I could draw a hundred of them and not get tired. That little spoon! Ugh!

13. I will never not cry about these two old fools in love.

14. Cross stitching and lettering isn’t my forte, nor is Watson’s, but I saw several quilts had names sewn into one panel, almost like a painter signing their canvas, or dedicating the piece to a loved one. So you know I had to add this little detail, plus some green carnations for extra queerness, a forget-me-not flower and a plump bee because I have to be extra.

Looking back this is one of the things I’m the most proud of that I have made this year, or even longer. I work digitally for my job and I miss the feel of traditional materials, so this was a project that let me flex those watercolour muscles and try gouache for the first time. All while drawing incredibly indulgent things, so thank you Basil for giving me an excuse to have some fun.

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smhalltheurlsaretaken · 3 years ago

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So do you guys remember my post about Jedi meeting their birth families and being chill with it?

I’ve been thinking a bit - a lot, for like a year - about all the headcanons around Jedi’s biological people, and there are really only two possible cases that seem to get explored: the pure of heart, flawed but loving, desperate parents who ‘had’ to give up their precious child to the Jedi and didn’t feel they had a choice (most commonly seen from the more Jedi critical parts of the fandom, but not always), and the horribly abusive no good parents at all who gladly dumped their baby onto the Order (which appears to be the way of some Jedi fans to ‘justify’ the adoption into the Order as legitimate, which really shouldn’t be the point because adoptions are just as legitimate without abuse factoring in).

What’s kinda sad is how little we’re willing to explore all the possibilities, maybe because we don’t want to be perceived as on the wrong side of the fandom by our own pals. We all deal with just so much bad faith discourse that we smooth out any sort of human drama and nuance to try and have clear cut narratives that are so black and white that they must prevent bad faith interpretations. Jedi have to be perfect pure angels that have never done anything wrong to be recognized as good, because we’re afraid that if we write them in an interesting way people will jump on the opportunity to accuse them of all sorts of stuff.

Well, I’m tired of vanilla fics and good guys vs bad guys when dealing with purely human everyday stuff. Bad guys are for the galactic battles, the epic clash of eternal forces. When dealing with how Jedi younglings come to the Order, we can have plenty of amazing, heart-wrenching drama and warm, happy moments where all sorts of good and regular people have different goals and meet and clash without anyone being at ‘fault’ or being to blame for it. I want to see (*sigh* to write) complex, difficult situations that can’t be perfectly resolved but where people do try and everyone feels like a *person*.

With that out of the way, what about:

- the unanimously proud communities, so honored that their daughter will represent their people and traditions among the Order, wear their clothing and bear their name

- the desperate mother with proud relatives, who doesn’t want to give away her child, but feels pressured into it by well-meaning relatives. The Master feels her reluctance and tries to reassure her, but she insists that it’s fine - and it is, she wants it to be, she wants to believe it’s for the best but it’s just so hard...

- Stass Allie’s parents, who saw their niece Adi GAllia go to the Order a few years prior. Their two families are influential on Coruscant, but with Adi already in the Order, do they need to send Stass too? Will people think they’re making a grab for power? Will Stass be better off over there, with her cousin?

- Tiplar and Tiplee’s parents. How many children do they have, besides their twins? Is it easier to let your children go when you know they will be together? Did they make the Master promise they wouldn’t be separated no matter what? Did they dress them in matching outfits, or were the Jedi the ones to come up with that?

- the teenaged single mom who cries tears of relief when she realizes her baby will have a good life

- the single dad who can’t bring himself to let his daughter go, because she’s his whole world. The Master presses, not fully understanding, because she would would give up everything for the good of her Padawan, including her relationship with him if need be. The dad still says no.

- the struggling addict parent who is glad to dump that kid (but who still wakes up at night crying, cursing the Jedi, cursing themselves - who get their life back on track for their next kid, maybe? Who meets more Jedi and is thankful after all, or who never does and stays bitter, but better...)

- the family using the adoption for clout, and the consequences for the Order PR-wise, with the younger Jedi having to let go of the bitterness and the anger

- the communities with their own customs surrounding the Force that the young Knight or the wise Master’s inexperienced Padawan struggle to grasp and accept

- the happy parents who are mildly Force-sensitive themselves but didn’t know (or did know, and expected some of their children to be sensitive too), with the Master or the Knight pondering what their own life would look like as a civilian, maybe a parent themselves, maybe giving their own child to the Order like those are doing now. Would they do it? If they could met that hypothetical version of themselves, what would they say about the life they have?

- the superstitious, incredulous or religious parents who are just glad to get a real explanation for the floating rocks, instead of all the theories and the judging and the gossip

- the ones who are desperately poor, and so very grateful, and the younger Jedi struggling with this, wondering if that’s why they were given to the Order as well. Struggling not to judge, because they wouldn’t be happy to give up their own younglings no matter what, right? Learning to be grateful, and understanding, and compassionate.

- the parents who decide to give their child away against the community’s pressure, finding comfort in the Jedi’s genuine desire to support them

- the siblings struggling not to feel betrayed by their parents’ choice - and the jealous ones, the proud ones, the amazed ones, the ones who were just toddlers and spend their life holding onto faded memories

And on the flipside to all of that, what about:

- the Jedi who find a baby among dead bodies, like Mace and Depa, and are so thankful they could save this one tiny light

- the Knights filled to burst with warmth and pride as the three of them get this little toddler to giggle on the way home

- the baby who has been screaming in the Force for weeks, wanting to go home, and who finally gets to feel a presence caressing his mind gently, telling him someone is coming

- the Masters who hold the little ones at night, when those who miss their old home feel lonely or sad, rocking them and singing to them

- the Jedi who have their niece, nephew, cousin, or sibling arrive in the Creche, who call their birth family to reassure them that it’ll all be okay, and yes, ‘the child will know who I am, don’t worry, we keep our names. I’ll help them along the way, I’ll keep an eye on them.’

- the Knight who shows up somewhere and experience a supersonic boom because that’s the one, this little one will be his Padawan, he knows it

- the Knight awkwardly trying to comfort the parents, but she can see that they can see that the baby has already latched onto her, and she senses their turmoil

- the Master feeling that the child won’t be suited for the life of a Jedi, and saying that, even as it’s so hard to turn away from those sparkling baby eyes and that little mental tug

- the Padawan balancing babbling triplets on his shoulders, because they’re from a species that makes a lot of babies

- the Master-Padawan pair visiting a child a lot during the transition period, and bonding with the other siblings as well

... Just... a mess of relationships and love on all parts, with understandings being reached, people finding peace and joy, and the opposite of all that, all acknowledging that there are no bad guys here, just complicated circumstances.

#headcanons #writing ideas #jedi positivity #jedi order #jedi culture #jedi younglings #long post #very long post #meta #(ish)#sw talk

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storiesforallfandoms · 4 years ago

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bloodlust ~ jasper hale;twilight

word count: 1754

request?: yes!

“I’m not sure if you do Twilight, but if so can you please write a Jasper Hale x reader where it’s just him coming to terms with his feelings and trying not to push the reader away just cause they’re human. Thank you no matter what love :))”

description: when she thinks he’s avoiding her because he hates her, he has to tell her his biggest secret

pairing: jasper hale x female!reader

warnings: swearing, mentions of death

masterlist (one, two)

I didn’t understand Bella’s extreme obsession with Edward Cullen after they started dating until Jasper Hale started showing me the same attention.

I had known Jasper since the Cullens moved to Forks. Or rather I knew of Jasper. Much like his adopted siblings, Jasper kept to himself or to the Cullens. It wasn’t until our English teacher paired us together for a project that I finally got to know him.

Despite the whole school knowing that Jasper and Alice were together, I started to notice that the way he looked at me, or the way he treated me, mirrored Edward and Bella’s own romance. And before I knew it, my feelings also mirrored Bella’s.

I felt on top of the world to have the attention of such a beautiful man. I felt unworthy, but at the same time I felt a sense of pride. And overall, I felt strong, romantic feelings for Jasper; feelings I was sure he had for me as well.

Until he started ignoring me suddenly. He wouldn’t talk to me, he changed seats in English class to be further away from me. He wouldn’t even look at me when we were in the same room.

“He hates me,” I said to Jessica as Jasper drifted past me in the lunchroom without acknowledgement once again. “I don’t now why, but that’s the only reason I can think of that he’d be ignoring me.”

“Or Alice has him back on her chain,” Jessica suggested with a shrug.

“He and Alice broke up a while ago, Jess,” Angela pointed out. “Didn’t you know that?”

I laughed as Jessica shook her head. “The great gossip of Forks didn’t know something? Mark the calendar, Angela, this is a historic day.”

Jessica threw her nearly rock hard dinner roll at me.

That evening while I was home alone, a knock came at my front door. Confused, I went to answer. I was shocked to see Jasper stood there, his hands shoved into his pockets.

“Jas?” I said. “What are you doing here?”

“I owe you an explanation,” he told me. “Care for a drive?”

I followed him to the flashy sports car he drove, one of very few in all of Forks - the others belonging to his siblings. He held the door open for me as I got in. He was in the driver’s seat and had the car started before I even had my seatbelt on.

Jasper’s driving was way too fast, and he was weaving in and out of the cars too carelessly. I was starting to regret my decision to get in his car. One hand was gripping the passenger door so tightly my knuckles were white. Jasper noticed and chuckled.

“Relax, I drive like this all the time,” he assured me.

“Somehow that doesn’t make me feel any better,” I muttered. Jasper chuckled again, which made me slightly annoyed.

After some time, Jasper pulled up to a hiking trail a short ways out of town. I watched him unbuckle his seatbelt and get out of the car. He paused, waiting for me to follow. I was starting to feel panicked and wondered why I had decided to go with him. Why had he brought me out here alone? Why hadn’t I told anyone where I was going before I left home?

We walked in silence for a while. I started falling behind, stumbling over the twigs and rocks. At one point I almost fell, but Jasper was quick to steady me.

“I forgot you can’t walk as quickly as I can,” he said. “We’re almost there.”

“Almost where?” I asked, but he had already started walking again.

We came to a clearing where the sun was just peaking through the trees. Jasper paused, looking back at me for a moment. “This is going to look silly for a moment, but know there is something serious underneath it.”

Before I could ask, Jasper stepped into one of the sunny patches. I gasped as his skin lit up like a diamond under light. He looked anywhere but at me, as if afraid to see what my reaction to this was.

I approached him slowly, extending a hand towards him. I poked some exposed skin, wondering if I was about to find out I was dreaming or that Jasper had never been real to begin with. His skin was cold and hard as stone, and I realized in that moment that I had never touched Jasper’s bare skin before.

“What is this?” I asked. “What are you showing me?”

“I heard you talking to Jessica and Angela at lunch today,” he explained, “about whether or not I hated you and if that was why I was avoiding you. But the truth is I was avoiding you for the opposite reason. I don’t hate you, (Y/N). I never could, but I’m dangerous. To you, anyways.”

I stepped back, feeling very uneasy. “What do you mean, Jas?”

“I’m not...human,” he explained. “And I haven’t been for decades. There are many names for what I am, but the most commonly used is vampire.”

I felt like the air had been knocked out of me. I was convinced this was some sort of practical joke on me, but I didn’t think any of the Cullens were capable of doing that.

“Are...are all of you...” I started, trying to find my words.

“We are,” he confirmed. “Carlisle found all of us and changed most of us. There’s a very long history about our family. I won’t go into it now, I know it’s a lot to take in.”

“Why are you telling me this?” I asked him.

Jasper stepped out of the light, his skin almost immediately returning to normal. Every logical part of me was telling me not to let Jasper get closer to me, but at the same time I trusted him. I didn’t think he was going to hurt me, I trusted him not to hurt me.

He reached out for me, but hesitated. Against my better judgement, I stepped forward to let him touch me. His hands were cold against the skin on my exposed arms. His golden eyes looked down into mine and I felt myself subconsciously leaning into his body.

“Because I feel something for you that I’ve never felt for anyone besides Alice before,” he told me. “And I know you feel the same way for me. I tried to distance myself for your safety. I’m still new to living with humans as I was the last to join the Cullen’s lifestyle of just feeding from animals, but I realized that was only hurting you more. I needed to tell you so that you could make your own decision about how you felt for me.”

He was right, it was a lot to take in. I had so many questions, but at the mention of Alice I realized there was one outstanding question I needed answered before we went any further.

“What about you and Alice?” I asked. “You two have been together...I guess basically forever. What made you two decide to break up?”

“Alice, Edward and I all have special powers that we developed after we were changed. Edward can read minds, I can feel and manipulate emotions - which is how I know for sure that you feel the same way for me - and Alice can see the future. She saw many visions that included you - most of which included the two of us in a romantic setting. I told her it would never happen because I loved her so much, but she was so sure I’d love you too. She told me to wait until we were paired up for that project and I’d actually get to know you, then I could make that decision.”

I winced. Knowing that Alice saw visions of her boyfriend falling in love with another woman - a human at that - before Jasper even knew I existed made me feel guilty.

“Was she angry?” I asked, my voice a whisper.

Jasper laughed, a beautiful sound that echoed through the otherwise empty woods. “Not at all. If anything, she was excited. She claims that you two are going to be best friends the way she is with Bella, and she’s very excited to have another female in the family. That is...if you’re still willing to be with me with...what you know now.”

I had to admit, the thought of the person I was in love with being a vampire was terrifying. Not because of the needing to drink blood to live - like I said, I trusted Jasper. If his or any of the Cullens’ desire for blood was a risk, they wouldn’t be living amongst humans. But the thought of growing old while Jasper remained the same age forever, of him eventually not wanting to be with me because of that age difference was terrifying. And the alternative...I didn’t want to consider that right now.

I moved closer to Jasper. He moved his hands to my waist, pulling me so that my body was touching his. Our lips were inches away, and I finally leaned in to close the gap between us.

His lips, much like the rest of his body, were cold, but I felt a sensation when kissing him that I had never felt before. I placed a hand against his face, gently stroking his hard skin as our lips moved perfectly together. His grip around my waist tightened a little, but not enough to hurt me. It felt more like he was making sure I wouldn’t disappear on him.

I pulled away first, resting my forehead against his. “I hope that gives you your answer.”

He smiled and I felt a happy sensation wash over me. I remembered he said he could manipulate the emotions of others and I wondered if his happiness was so strong that it was effecting me as well, or if he wanted me to know how happy he felt.

“We should get you home,” he said. “Your parents will probably be worried sick if they come home and you’re missing.”

“You’re right,” I said. I reluctantly pulled him his grasp, but took his hand in mine as we walked back to the car. “But can you not drive like a maniac on the way home? I’d rather not die of a heart attack in your car.”

Jasper chuckled. “No promises. One thing you have to learn about vampires, we love to go fast.”

#jasper hale #jasper hale imagine #jasper hale x reader #jackson rathbone #jackson rathebone imagine #jackson rathbone x reader #twilight #twilight imagine #twilight saga #imagine #one shot #request #fanfiction #fanfic #fandom

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dragon-swords-prophecies · 1 year ago

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Herald At Dawn World building: religion & gods & stuff

@rivenantiqnerd here, look!

So, in herald at dawn there are six main gods. (In the fae human pantheon. Other people might have other gods, I just don't completely know what they are) Collectively they are called the Council of 7. This name makes total sense, cause there are six of them (i'm kidding. there used to be 7, but they lost of one of them). They all have separate domains, but some of the domains interact/overlap. They are as follows:

Aalis, Lady of Rivets and Gears

Ife, Knight of Ravens

Luz, Lord of Light and Dark

Ercan, Protector of Dreams

Ara, Keeper of Time

Oren, Shield of Nature

they all have titles! this relates to their domains.

i was going to talk about magic in this post too, but its already quite long, so I'm not going to and thats a post for another day. there's also a cut because, as mentioned, this is quite long.

First up:

Aalis, Lady of Rivets and Gears

Domain: Discovery, knowledge, invention, creation

Patron of: Tinkerers, inventors, scholars, blacksmiths, those who seek out new things.

Patron god of Volimere.

Aalis is fun! She's the god of learning things. I really, really like her title. It was the first one I thought of and I love it. She's the patron god of Volimere (where the story takes place), which ties in with how Volimere is a city thats very big on airships and trains and inventing.

Aalis is most commonly depicted as a very tall black woman in her 40s, wearing the outfit of an airship pilot/engineer. With a cane sword, because what am I doing with these blorbos if not giving them cool shit (yes I'm aware putting a sword in a cane makes the cane structrually weaker HOWEVER she's a goddess so hers is magic and is structually sound anyway. my logic may be flawed but thats for future me to deal with)

Ife, Knight of Ravens

Domain: Love, death, loyalty, friendship, violence, protection

Patron of: lovers, warriors, mourners, embalmers, knights, protectors, raven keepers, and those with a cause.

Ife is a knight, but no one knows who they serve. They're generally depicted in full plate armor, with or without a helmet. Their image can often be found in graveyards and cemeteries, sometimes with a chainmail veil in place of the helm's facemask. They also have raven wings, cause it's cool as fuck. (In herald at dawn's world it's good luck to see a raven on your wedding day or at funerals).

oh, and they're also polyamrous. :DD at one point they were in a relationship with Oren & the now missing, presumed dead, god of Oblivion, Geffin, but they're now in one with Luz, too! (and still oren!) (I mention this entire paragraph only because they're the god of love, so it seems relevant).

Luz, Lord of Light and Dark

Domain: Light, Dark, night, sun, moon, day

Patron of: meteorologists, astronomers, splunkers, those who seek light, those in darkness, the lost.

Patron god of Lutetia.

Luz is the patron of people who get lost. This has not helped them with looking for that one god (Geffin) who went missing, no one's found him. They're also the patron of Lutetia, which is the city Blake is from.

Luz is generally depicted with half black, half white hair, and wearing robes that are a mixture of both colors.

Ercan, Protector of Dreams

Domain: Life, hope, curiosity, wonder, children, dreams, medicine

Patron of: children, those who dream, midwives, healers

Ercan is most commonly depicted as a young child (approx. 7) in white clothing, or as a young man in the outfit of a healer. (their heroforge isn't really the best, but I also don't have a solid image of what they look like in my head yet so)

Ara, Keeper of Time

Domain: history, time

Patron of: Archeologists, historians, some scholars, recorders, and those who watch.

Ara is really, really good at fucking with time. This makes sense, because she's the god of time, however it felt important to me to state it.

Ara is generally depicted as a woman of any age in a purple dress, holding an hourglass.

Oren, Shield of Nature

Domain: nature, farming, plants, animals, the Unknown, oblivion

Patron of: most Fae, nymphs, farmers, gardeners, frogs, and those who seek to forget

Oren is generally depicted as a man with black eyes wearing green robes, holding a pitchfork. He's the guy responsible for giving the fae magic. he also was not the original god of Oblivion! that was Gethin, his partner, who Vanished.

Gethin, The Hidden One

Domain: oblivion, the Void

Patron of: those who seek to forget

Gethin is, you might notice, the only one without a fancy title like ''lady of rivets and gears'', or something. this is because he is missing, and his presence has not been felt/seen/noticed in the world in some 250 years. (the god of oblivion went and got lost and this is very funny to me. (one of) his partner(s) got his job)). Everyone assumes him to be dead! This is also why he is called, ''The Hidden One''. He is generally depicted as a male figure in black robes, and is never shown facing the viewer. That's the other reason he's called the hidden one.

hey anyone wanna hear about religion and magic in herald at dawn?

#wip: herald at dawn #wb: herald at dawn #worldbuilding #tw fantasy religion #no image description because i don't have the spoons for it i'm sorry #also. luz IS the gayest of these 7 and that WAS intentional #when i was doing their heroforge i was thinking. hmmm. how can i make them look gayer.

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spideyanakin · 3 years ago

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doth time waste me (p.p) - chapter 1

synopsis - (eternals! reader) after decades of loneliness, you finally found a family, someone to love. but what will happen when the deviants reappear, and you discover that your purpose wasn't what you thought?

warnings - spoilers for the eternals, mysterio never revealed Peter Parker’s identity, swearing?

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'I wasted time, and now doth time waste me'

- William Shakespeare

7 000 years, that’s how long you had been on earth.

And for the last 3 000 years of them, you had been living alone.

3 000 year of loneliness before you met Peter.

No matter how many things you had done in your life, how many people you had met, how many adventures you had led, being with the Avengers was one of the best things that had ever happened to you.

You had gone from living like a goddess with Thena in Ancient Greece and Rome. To experiencing the suspended gardens of Babylon--something that today’s humans called ‘the legendary 7 wonders of the ancient world.’ To seeing the evolution of humans with the help of Phastos, to learning thousands of languages; dead and still commonly used.

But nothing could compare to the life you were currently living.

You had a family. A new family. One that didn’t fight over 'what you should and should not do’, one that didn’t let you down. One that let you use your powers for good. One who didn’t bother you about your purpose every time you moved a finger.

One that didn't question everything you did.

But that didn’t mean you didn’t miss the family you were brought up with. You missed Sprite’s stories and Ajak’s life lessons. You missed Kingo’s joke and your talks with Sirse. You missed learning about Phastos’s new creations. You missed everyone a little bit more everyday.

But most of all you missed Thena. She was more a sister to you than any of the eternals ever were. You guessed that being Greek goddesses together made you have an unbreakable bond...

You had changed your name since you had arrived to New York. You knew you needed to start fresh. Temis was your 'real name’ or how you called it now; your 'eternal name’. You knew that being called Temis would just remind you of who you really were, and you couldn’t stand it ever since you and the others had split. You knew you couldn't hang on to that part of you. Plus, Ikaris had made it more than clear you all had to move on. He made it more than clear that splitting up and pretending you were never brought here to fight human-hungry creatures was the only way to go.

So you obliged.

And you made it your mission to forget everything you could about your previous life with the rest of the Eternals.

So Y/n it was. The name rolled off your lips perfectly.

You buried your life as 'Artemis’ goddess of the moon and the hunt (although just like humans added an A to Thena’s name, you truly didn’t know where the Ar came from for you) and tried your best to build yourself a new life as Y/n.

But all that felt so far away now.

As the bright afternoon sun was hitting the buildings of Venice, you couldn't even remember a time in your life you felt as happy. A time in your life where you felt so in your place, so good in your own skin.

You turned your head to face the boy beside you, his eyes already on yours. Peter grinned; a contagious one that spread over your own lips. He gave your hand a tighter squeeze before turning his attention back on Mr. Harrington who started rambling on about a random museum we had to go visit next.

But you couldn't hear anything he was saying. Your attention had been captivated by the boy that had stolen your heart, and you couldn't think of anything else.

You could only think about the first time you met him.

Night had already fallen. As much as you hated being alone at night because of disgusting, greedy, humans: you knew you didn’t have a choice. You had just come from a gala, some fancy event held at a museum, you had been invited to thanks to your 'beautiful' thesis on Artemis and Athena's relationship and essays on potteries and statues made of them. You had spent the entire night answering the same boring questions about the accuracy and precision of your work. Questions to try and test your supposed hypothesis. Some old historians and fellow classicists who hated the idea women so 'young' to have the audacity to defy their ideas. But not all of them wanted a fight. Some were actually praising you for your so-called genius.

Truth was you had only written about what you had lived. Wrote about how the Greeks had perceived you so long ago, and your relationship with Thena...

But now you found yourself in the dark streets of Manhattan. Tired from all the questioning and snob millionaires who were only there to prove they were somehow educated. Your heels started to hurt and all you wanted to do was go home, remove all your make up, lay in your bed and maybe have a pint of ice cream as you watched a movie.

You yawned, as much as you knew about robbers and pickpockets potentially wasting your time, you also knew you could defend yourself.

After all, you were the goddess of the hunt and the moon. Your senses were extra sharp at night, and nothing could escape you. If it would really come down a fight, your bow would just be a swoosh of your hand away.

As if on cue, just as you finished that thought you felt something or more like someone creep behind you. You could sense it all from here. It was a man - around his 40’s. Tall, strong, and armed.

“Fantastic” you whispered to yourself as you felt him run towards you and ready to grab your arm.

Instead of having you in his grip, you dodged the man, he took a large step in order to try and attempt not to fall head first on the concretee. You saw the evident shock on his face which slightly made you chuckle.

You gave him a cheeky smile and the man was quick to come back to his senses. Just as he was about to grab you again you managed to dodge him again. You grabbed his arm and punched him, making him back up a few steps.

The rings that adorned your hand glittered in the moon, your hand still lifted up from the punch--gave you an idea.

You decided it would be a fun thing to conjure your precious bow after so long. It had been a while since you had any occasion to use it... You started thinking about an arrow that would make him fall asleep, you delicately raised your hands in the air like you use too and pointed towards the man.

For a few golden seconds, your silver bow lit your face up, just like in the olden days. A sudden feeling of calm you missed so much flooded back to you. All your senses were focused on the feeling of your bow, the smoothness of the magical string that glided as you prepared to shoot.

But you were so drunk on the feeling of the hunt that it made you miss the teenager who's original plan was to save you from the man’s clutches. He stuck the man to the side of a building and the second you met the big white eyes of his suit you made your bow disappear into thin air. You recognized this guy. This was Spider-man--well known for saving the little guys.

“What the heck was that?” You heard him squeak and panic startled you. “You- were- were you going to kill that guy!?”

Your mouth stayed open in shock. Your cover was blown by an Avenger. A freaking Avenger had found you and now he was asking questions. How stupid were you?

In a rush of panic, you ran in the opposite direction. Spider-man scrambled on his feet in surprise. But he was quick to notice the way you ran faster than anyone he ever had to face. Hell, you even made Captain America seem like he was slow.

Spider-man was quick to shoot a web, sending himself up into the air and hot on your trail. He swung like a lunatic through the streets of New York. Dammit, you were fast.

The thing that bothered you the most was the fact that he was, in fact, following you. Faster than you would have liked to. You didn’t need to waste time looking behind you, all you could do was feel him fall and rise through the night and he swung to chase you.

What you didn’t know was that he called backup.

And In a matter of seconds, before you even had a chance to cross the street, you felt freaking Iron man grab you by the shoulders, and soon enough you were circled by half of the avengers.

You muttered something in ancient Greek when Iron man threw you on the top floor of his tower, hand directly pointed towards you. You stood up, hands in the air as you caught your breath.

“Ok before you say anything - I wasn’t trying to kill that man”

“So who are you?” The big guy you knew as Thor circled around the chair you were currently attached too. “I feel like I know you?”

“You don’t know me,” you gave him a tight smile. In fact, he did know you. You had met him back when he was following Kingo around, he had even clung to you for a few days saying you were 'the prettiest girl he had ever seen and he wanted to marry you when he was older'. You thought to yourself that he better not remember that you were an Eternal, or else you were in big trouble with Arishem.

You released the breath you were holding when he nodded and shrugged as a response.

“So what were you doing if you weren’t going to kill that guy? Underoos here says he saw you with I quote 'a magic bow and arrow that just disappeared into thin air’” Tony raised an eyebrow as he looked at Spiderman.

“Who’s Underoos? The teenager in red spandex?” You wondered and everyone let out a laugh apart from spiderman.

“Yeah.” Tony smirked.

“Hey how did you know I was a teenager?” Peter removed his mask and your heart leaped in your chest when you met his eyes. As he brought his mask down, his curls took a messy place around his features. And the way his chocolate eyes looked at you made your breath itch.

“Because you’re that obvious?” Tony pointed out, making Peter send him a look

“I sense things. Like I can sense that they are 3 people behind me including a 5’9 feet around 50 years old man that seems to be-” you thought for a second “radioactive.” By the way Tony looked at you, you knew you definitely weren’t wrong. “The second one is a woman, about 32. She doesn’t have any radioactive powers or things that come from out of this world--but you don’t want to mess with her” you chuckled. “And last is um… A robot? But there’s more to him isn’t there?”

“You did your research and took a lucky guess to who entered the room.” Tony shuffled on his spot.

“Alright then how would I know that the women I believe to be black widow has an organ missing? She’s that specific organ lighter then she should be.” Tony looked behind you and you managed to turn your neck around to face black widow who looked at you with a frown.

“Who are you? Are you a black widow too?”

“Im just a teenager with weird powers and a magic bow.” You smiled. “I told you. I sense things. Now,” as you said this you managed to break your chain loose and stand up. “I wasn’t going to kill this man,” you smiled. “I was going to shoot him with an arrow that would make him fall asleep. Self defense.”

But that was 6 years ago. Or at least one year and a half ago for Peter and the rest of the avengers who blipped.

Because you didn’t age, you had to pretend you blipped too. It wasn’t easy but you had too. You knew that if Peter was gone, you couldn’t help the Avengers. And if they ever found a way to bring everyone back - they would be too suspicious.

But when everyone came back. The way you held Peter again after five years made you realize one thing - that you loved him more then you had ever loved anyone on this entire planet. One day with Peter was better then a thousand years alone.

After everyone started going back to their lives before the blip, you thought that you could finally have a little bit of a vacation. The whole field trip to Europe seemed to be an amazing idea.

But oh you were wrong.

“Peter I still don’t know how you go a girl like that.” Flash snickered, bringing you out of your reminiscence. He placed an arm around Peter as if they were best buddies.

“I’m right here Flash.” You rolled your eyes and gave a look to Peter who looked like he was about to burst a spider-man super punch right in his face.

“I thought you were dating Black Widow or Hunt.” You gave him a tight smile as you highlighted your superhero name, and Peter let out a chuckle when Flash’s face fell.

“Yeah, yeah. Hunt is rumored to be dating Spider-man. pfft” As he said that, Flash dropped his arm and turned around to leave you. You spotted him walking towards a kiosk that sold magazines before you brought your eyes back to Peter.

“I mean apart from Flash this is nice.” You looked around to take in Venice. “Taking a break from being super heroes”

“It’s only nice when I’m with you.” Peter squeezed your hand that he was holding before pressing a kiss to it. “Although we still can’t escape people talking about us.”

The whole city seemed to have a golden glow as the sunlight hit the angles of the building perfectly. The water sparkled where the sun hit it, and everything was so calm and quiet it was nice for a change.

“You’re right. But I mean Hunt and Spider-man are too iconic.” You looked at Peter for a few seconds and only felt joy fill you. The sunlight hitting him making his eyes look like pools of honey.

“You’re so right, we’re icons” Peter kissed your forehead and then seemed to have spotted something in the distance, his lips turning into a bright smile.

“Y/n”

“Yeah?”

“I’ll be right back.” He kissed your cheek and you raised an eyebrow as you watch him disappear into an alley way and into a shop that was too far for you to read the name.

You sighed and turned around to sit on the edge of the bank, your feet dangling to almost graze the water. You looked straight forward and started smiling when you spotted a statue of Artemis that decorated a fountain, or Diana as the Romans called you.

You looked at the statue and let yourself flood back with memories again. This made you wonder where the others were and what they would say if they saw that you used your powers to help humans.

'They probably all know by now’ You thought

But this spiral of thought only brought you to remember what Ajak would always say.

'Don’t get attached’ her voice reminded you

'Don’t get involved in human problems’

“Well, I’m happy with this life” You whispered to yourself like you always did when Ajak’s words came back. “Being happy is all that matters, Arishem would understand.”

Suddenly the ground shook and panic started rising in the street. You stood up in a hurry when you saw the water rise and watched in horror as it was getting higher and higher.

“What the fuck.” You whispered. You tried to feel the air for danger but nothing. It was like you were stripped from your senses even though you were clearly danger. You could see it, but couldn’t sense it.

You jumped when a huge wave rose and a water monster. Wait a water monster??? A water monster?? The fuck???

The monster started spiraling up and started breaking buildings. You spotted Peter run around in panic to stop a building from crumbling.

Fabulous.

Your romantic holiday was being crashed by a fucking water monster.

Just like Peter, you grabbed the first mask you found and ran towards him. Dodging water bullets and pieces of stone.

You summoned your bow and tried shooting an arrow, but it just passed right through the water.

“Peter! I can’t feel him!”

“What?”

“It’s like he’s made of thin air.” No matter how much you tried to focus, you felt nothing.

That’s when it hit you. The attacks were coming from small things that were flying around. What they were? You had no clue, but they seemed to be hidden by the water monster.

When MJ said she needed to talk to you, you didn’t expect her to

1. Guess you were Spider-man and Hunt

2. Confirm your theory, Mysterio was the bag guy.

And that’s when the craziness started.

That’s how you found yourself in a warehouse in Belgium, fighting off your worst. nightmares in the form of illusions.

You didn’t know where Peter was but you guessed he was living a nightmare similar as you.

You could slightly feel him in the room, but the illusions were so confusing your senses were ringing everywhere.

“Do you really think you can keep this up?” You heard Mysterio’s voice echoing through the room. You tried to scream to make it stop but the illusions just kept flying by.

“You know you can’t stay with Peter.” You watched as all of the eternals were walking towards you. The eleven of you walking in your usual straight line. You were in your purple and silver outfit with your moon crown, standing right next to Kingo.

“You don’t belong here Temis”

“How do you know who I am!?” You cried and turned away from The Eternals only to be met with a worst sight.

“You know you’ll have to leave him” It was a scene of you and Peter. You seemed to have told Peter who you were and you didn’t like how Mysterio portrayed his reaction.

He seemed mad, heartbroken, angry and devastated all at once.

“You know you will never be able to have a life with him.” The image shifted and watching it was like someone putting a spike everywhere through your body. Worst than if a Deviant had sucked all the power out of you.

It was a wedding. You and Peter’s wedding to be more precise. You were definitely older, and Peter too. A beautiful white dress with a beautiful ceremony. The rest of the Avengers watching and smiling like idiots.

“Stop dreaming Temis”

You wanted to reach for Peter but the image changed again.

It was a suburban house, a big white one like you see in movies. There was a swing in the yard and two bicycles rested next to the porch. The door opened and you watched yourself step out. Peter quickly following you with a kid in his arm and another one clinging to his leg. Your kids.

“You’re a monster.” You spat, and the scene shifted again. This time it was clouds of smoke - and Mysterio appeared. You were so furious it took everything in you to not punch the figure in front of you.

But you knew it was an illusion.

You were so mad your senses were working again.

“You don’t belong with the Avengers. You don’t belong here. Go back to Olympia Temis. You’re only hurting him.”

“And you don’t belong here in general.” You summoned your bow and struck right at a drone. It fizzled and fell to the ground, the illusions disappearing.

“Y/n!” You turned your head when your name was called and spotted Peter, Mysterio walking right in front of him and making him back away on train rails.

TRAIN RAILS!

“PETER!” You tried but he didn’t realize in time. The train smashed into his side and without even thinking, you jumped onto the moving train. You were not going to loose Peter.

When the train stopped at a station you went in and searched every single wagon until you found Peter crashed onto a seat, unconscious.

“Thank god.” You sighed in relief. His sight instantly making you cry.

You checked if he was breathing, but you were so tired yourself you sat on the seat next to him and let your eyelids close.

That’s how you ended up in the Netherlands.

Peter saw you were terrorized. He didn’t know what you had seen with Mysterio, but from the look of shock in your eyes it had to be bad. Mysterio had known how to crush you from the inside.

In between the two of you getting out of a jell cell in the Netherlands, to getting in Happy’s jet. You had spoken 3 words to him, and ever since the two of you had walked into the Jet, you sat in a corner in silence.

“Are you hurt?” Happy asked and you shook your head. “you sure?” You couldn’t get words out, you just confirmed it with your eyes.

You shifted to a different seat as Peter and Happy started making a plan. When they finished rambling, they turned to you.

“Ok.” You nodded. “I’ll follow your plan. It’s good.” You took every bit of your strength back. This wasn’t the time to mourn the life you could never have.

You had to fight.

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triflesandparsnips · 3 years ago

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Speaking of the orange-flower water pomatum for lips and its associated potential uses...

5/9/22 ETA: And this is all in reference to:

I researched contemporaneous recipes from Stede Bonnet’s likely home library!

I've posted this fic to the AO3!

I have subsequently had a Bad Idea about selling this pomatum!

Plot bunny, free to a good home (more here):

In an out of the way corner of the Republic of Pirates is an establishment that has no sign and has never advertised. It is, nonetheless, reliably known as Blackbeard's Bar and Grill and Other Delicacies and Delights and Fishing Equipment-- or "The Gift Shop" for short.

It's managed by a pair of old codgers who like to daydream, drink over-sugared tea, and tell outrageous lies about their youth. They've named the place for a legend who went missing after his head was cut off in '18, though they'd be the first to say that maybe "stopped showing up in bars after a very public decapitation, gosh, I wonder why" was not perhaps the most complicated of mysteries. They won't say why they've named it for him, though-- they don't even seem to be related to the man. So far as anyone can tell, their names are Jeff.

The food is decent, the prices reasonable, and anyone maimed on premises gets a free splash of the highest proof booze they have in stock over whatever's still bleeding. But nice as all that is, it's not for any of those reasons that The Gift Shop is the most sought-after eatery in the nautical world-- nor why the Jeffs can largely afford to ignore things like consistent menus or reliable hours.

No, the real reason everyone knows to come to this particular little corner of the pirate netherworld is because of, well... The Gift Shop's gift shop.

The gift shop of The Gift Shop is filled mostly with fishing equipment, as the place's proper name would suggest. But right by the till, set up in friendly little pyramids as if begging to be added on top of other supplies as last-minute impulse purchase, are dozens of palm-sized tins with printed paper pasted to their lids, each of them reading "A Delightfull Pomatum FOR Diuerse Ufes, by a Gentle-man's SPECIAL INSTRUCTION."

As the majority of people who came into the shop were functionally illiterate, it was the accompanying illustration -- of a hand holding a full-sailed ship in its palm -- that really helped give the pomatum it's more commonly held and extremely apt title:

"The Seaman's Friend"

Because as it turned out, and regardless of what that one Jeff tended to huff about, while this little tin of scented salve worked well enough on chapped lips, its real "delightful diverse use" was as the best bit of slick in the seven seas.

Better smelling than goose grease and a hell of a lot more effective than spit, the Seaman's Friend would take care of a man in private or in company, in sickness or in health, whether hauling or heaving or switching as the wind dictated (as Jeff liked to say while nudging Jeff and anyone else standing within reach of his elbows). It lasted for months, smelled like a wet dream's idea of heaven, and was always priced a penny cheaper than the market cost of the snake kebab.

Apothecaries had tried to buy its recipe from the Jeffs; thieves had tried to steal whole boxes of them to resell at an exorbitant cost. Those apothecaries had gone home either empty-handed or with a recipe that was sure to cause unsightly boils; the thieves merely disappeared, to the wide-eyed surprise of the old men who were questioned after the fact. (Thieves? Weird. SO weird. Can we interest you in a kebab?)

And through it all, year after year, the Jeffs sat behind their till, or wandered amongst their dining customers, or just climbed to the roof and sat watching the ocean while The Gift Shop continued buzzing along without them. A delightful and diverse use of their time together, in fact, by some special instruction all their own.

#our flag means death #ofmd #triflesandparsnips writes things #free plot bunnies #if you write it link it #do the thing #old men in love YES I SAID IT #Blackbeard's Bar and Grill and Other Delicacies and Delights and Fishing Equipment #and a gift shop out the back #with lube in it #orange you glad to see me #stede bonnet #edward teach #ed teach #THE JEFFS #stede bonnet's lip balm

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after-nine-at-the-oasis · 3 years ago

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Hi guys!!!

I wanted to let y'all know that it's Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome Awareness Month!!

Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome (or EDS) is the general name for a group of complex connective tissue disorders. For example, the type of EDS that I have is Hypermobile Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome (hEDS). It's the most common type, but due to the complicated nature of narrowing down genetics and a lack of funding for EDS research, there is not a known gene that causes it.

EDS has no cure, and symptoms can vary greatly between person to person. It can be completely debilitating. For me personally it means joint pain and instability, subluxations (partial dislocations), maybe even dislocations (I'm not entirely sure), muscle pain, soft skin, easily bruised skin, exhaustion, circulation issues similar to Postural Orthostatic Tachycardia Syndrome (POTS), gastrointestinal problems, and more.

Honestly, my life right now is a great example - due to weather, hormones, my bad decision to wear heels yesterday, and probably just bad luck, I'm currently going through a flare up. Coincidental that it's in the beginning of May! This all means that I have greater, sharper pain, I'm more tired, and finding it more difficult to walk than usual.

EDS greatly impacts my life. Perhaps not constantly, but just one thing I could mention is the fact that EDS has taken my ability to run. I can't run for very long, and it is not near as easy for me as it is the average healthy person. Often I regret it afterwards due to the pain and exhaustion it causes.

Having EDS also caused me to develop what is most likely Amplified Musculoskeletal Pain Syndrome - my nerves don't treat pain like they should, and they often overreact.

Sometimes, it's honestly really hard to stay positive. But, I don't have it as bad as some, and I still have a lot of good things in my life. I'd really like to preserve those. My life is not hopeless just because there is no cure or even true treatment right now.

EDS research is underfunded, and many people don't even know this disorder exists. If you'd like to donate, that would be wonderful, and I've reblogged some links for that. You could also probably find some online with a little research. But my main goal here is just to raise some awareness! That is the whole purpose of the month, after all :). If you want to know more, please don't hesitate to reach out to me or do some research. I might even be able to provide you with some resources :). Everyone's experience with EDS is different, though, so I'm just one opinion. For me personally, my symptoms worsened about a year and a half ago, and I got my official diagnosis (the previous one was Hypermobility Spectrum Disorder, which is a general term) just a few weeks ago, on April 22nd, 2022. I'm quite new to this disorder and this community, so despite my research, I don't have much personal experience yet.

Also, the symbol for EDS is a zebra! Specifically, a zebra-patterned ribbon - think the pink ribbon for breast cancer. People with EDS are commonly called Zebras, due to the medical saying "If you hear hoofbeats, think horses, not zebras." The saying means that a symptom is usually not indicative of the rare disorder, it's indicative of the common one. But, there are the rare ones that exist! EDS is one of them, often being missed. A few other diseases go by a zebra, but EDS is the most common one. So, if you want to show your support, post some zebras!!

Lastly, there are many other underfunded disorders and diseases that have awareness months in May, so maybe look them up and learn a little bit :).

Thank you for reading this, I truly appreciate it. I am sorry that it got so long - I have a lot to say on this topic and it's not often that I get the chance to.

Happy Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome Awareness Month!

Have a great day 🥰🥰🥰🥰.

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