#mmm sailor tattoos

[calamity-calliope]

Yeah so in the group chat recently we had a whole great discussion about sailor tattoos and like. I felt like I had to do something with tattoos. For the sake of it.

So I made this guy. I named him Maskroe. He's a boatswain and a Sequencer, depicted here with boarding weapons and on the attack. Still trying to come up with ideas for his title and backstory (ideas are welcome, please send if you have any) but I had a ton of fun with the tattoos. See if you can figure out what they mean!

Also: bonus glitter angle

The gold on the shoulder tat is in fact gold paint. Didn't have anything else to use but the paint was available, and thus voilà.

[ayatai]

An Old Acquaintance Part 2

Alexander wandered the Daventrian market green, searching for the perfect gift for his daughter. As much as she hated when she couldn’t accompany him on these trips to his homeland, she loved the surprises he would always bring back to her. Perhaps he did spoil her a bit much sometimes, but then, he couldn’t help but want her to have everything he hadn’t.

A small stand holding a variety of wooden carvings caught his eye. He wandered over; the vendor was busy conversing with another customer so he stood to one side as he looked, out of the way. Some carvings were in the shape of animals, and he reached toward a small dog, posed to be laying down, its tail curled up beside it. Dogs as the rest of the rest of the world thought of them were rare in the Green Isles, and his daughter had grown up instead used to the humanoid “guard dogs” that made up the majority of the castle’s guards. The four-legged ones fascinated her; he was fairly sure she would adore the little carving of one.

“Gwydion?”

He froze, one hand still held out as the back of his neck prickled at the name. A name he hadn’t heard in years, and yet it still seemed to turn his blood to ice. For a moment he could do nothing but focus on slamming up a mental barrier against a flood of emotions and memories.

When he was able to focus externally again a second later, he noticed the vendor still staring at him, surprise clear on his own face. A face Alexander vaguely recognized - but from where?

The tattoos visible on the older man’s arms suddenly awakened old memories. The gentle slapping of ocean waves against a wooden hull. The sharp taste of salty sea air. And the soft words of a sailor’s stories falling as steadily as the wood shavings did from his hands as he carved.

Kaiden. One of Captain Reid’s men, who had tricked him and would have sold him into slavery had he not escaped first. 

Alexander flipped his hand over as he let the magic within him flow, a fireball starting to appear in his open hand. He’d used magic to protect himself the last time and he would do so again if need be.

His guard, sensing his distress, moved quickly to place himself between Alexander and the stall as he drew his sword.

“Easy, easy!” cautioned Kaiden as held up both hands. “If it’s Reid you’re concerned about, haven’t been with that rat in years. Just me now, sellin’ my carvings.”

Alexander glanced around. Other than a few onlookers who were staring at the sudden commotion, everything seemed normal. Certainly no signs of an ambush or anything else nefarious.

He let the fireball die out, but kept the magic flowing, ready to call it back at any second. He nodded at the guard, who sheathed his sword and stepped back, though he kept one hand on the hilt. Kaiden cautiously lowered his arms.

Heart still hammering, Alexander said, “So you’re a proper wood carver now. Pirate no longer?” The word pirate left a slight bitterness on his tongue; he held little fondness for those of the profession which had so nearly doomed his journey home.

“Left that long ago. Pretty soon after yer, uh… voyage with Reid, in fact.”

“Mmm. It’s Alexander now.”

Kaiden looked him over for a second. “New name, and you’ve grown. Took me a minute to remember where I knew you from.”

“Ten years will do that, I suppose.”

“Good to see ya, in all honesty. When we found yer trail headed over the mountains, was half-sure you wouldn’t be able to survive the trek, what with the cold and wild animals.” He paused briefly before continuing, “If you’ve got a few minutes, I always did wonder how exactly you managed to pull one over on Reid. And the fireball is… new…”

Alexander started to say no but paused. Kaiden had been one of the very few on that ship to treat him with any sort of respect or kindness. One of the first people to do so in his life, in fact. He found himself oddly drawn to the man who in other circumstances he might have called a friend. He nodded at the former pirate’s wares. “What about your stall?”

“Market’s closing soon anyhow. Won’t take me a minute to pack it all up.” He did so with practiced ease and efficiency, stowing the carvings securely in a crate. As promised it didn’t take him long.

Further down the green, tables had been set up amongst several large trees. The ones placed in the lengthening shadows were already occupied by others seeking relief from the heat, so instead they opted for one further out. While unshaded, it was also more private. A pleasant breeze started blowing in as they sat, keeping the bugs off and giving them a small taste of the rapidly approaching evening cool.

“So. Last time I saw ya was right when the lookout spotted Daventry. Next thing I know I’m waking up on the deck, ship adrift miles offshore. What on earth did ya do?”

“Sleeping spell. Reid took all my things when we left, but I shoved a bunch of pitch into the fire to make it smoke like crazy-”

Kaiden chuckled. “I remember; so that was you.”

“While everyone was running around worried about a fire, I slipped into Reid’s room and stole the sleeping powder back. Used it as soon as we were close enough to Daventry.”

“Clever,” said Kaiden, shaking his head slightly. “Reid really had no idea what he was getting himself into, huh? Would’ve been much better off just honoring yer agreement with ‘im.

He was spittin’ mad when he woke, let me tell you. And even more so when he realized you’d gone and dug up his chest. When we found yer tracks headed over the mountains he had half a mind to follow. Managed to convince ‘im you were too long gone by that point, though.”

“Thanks for that, then.”

“Eh - well, I had no desire to trek through snow, anyhow. Did leave his crew shortly after, though. Smugglin’ black market artifacts is one thing, but kids? Not what I signed up for. Besides, I’d gotten well enough on with my carving to make a livin’ with it anyhow.”

He stood and stretched. “Imma grab a drink right quick. You want one?”

Alexander shook his head. The conversation was interesting, and as far as he could tell Kaiden seemed to be exactly as he said, but he didn’t trust the man all that much.

Most of the non-food vendors had closed their stalls by now. As the crowd shifted to their end of the green, long lines were forming in front of the carts still selling food. The last of the empty tables had filled, leaving latecomers to spread out on the grass, or on blankets if they had them. Children weaved among the picnickers, playing tag or doing cartwheels, their yells punctuating the general hubbub of dozens of conversations occurring at once.

Someone had started lighting the torches ringing the area, fending off the encroaching darkness. Leaning back against the table behind him, Alexander let the noise simply wash over him, idly watching as the pool of warm light grew larger and larger as the man moved from torch to torch.

Seeing Kaiden again reminded him of so much he hadn’t thought about in quite a while. His thoughts drifted to Liliana’s tavern, where he had first stayed and worked right after freeing himself. The similar din of the common room there had seemed so loud back then, annoying and grating to ears more accustomed to quiet. 

Ten years had changed so much. Even Kaiden seemed different - more open and talkative. Happier.

But then - the same could be same for himself, he supposed.

This train of thought was interrupted as Kaiden returned and settled back down on the bench, pointing his mug in the direction of Alexander’s guard.

“Daventry seems to have treated you well. You a lord now or somethin’?”

The question took Alexander by surprise; he was so used to everyone in Daventry knowing exactly who he was. Even after so long the story of his return was still widely told and celebrated.

“Or something; I haven’t properly introduced myself, have I? Formally, my titles are King Alexander of the Green Isles and Prince Alexander of Daventry.”

Belatedly he realized he could have timed the revelation better; Kaiden, who had just taken a sip of his drink, half choked on it. After he’d coughed enough to clear it out, he managed, “Seriously? Prince of - “

Alexander couldn’t help but find some slight amusement in the reaction, especially as he noted the moment of realization take over Kaiden’s face and the wood carver started laughing.

“Did hear somethin’ about a missing prince returned home several years ago, just never put two and two together. If Reid had had any idea, ha!

Well, then, good it all worked out for you. Sounds like you’ve got quite the stories of yer own to tell, now.”

Alexander nodded his head in assent, his mind going to his daughter. She wasn’t yet old enough to hear most of them yet, but she was growing quickly.

His guard approached. “Sorry to interrupt, Your Majesty, but we’d best head back up to the castle if you still want to make it in time for your parents’ dinner…”

“Yes, thank you, Aldric. Time got a bit away from me.”

“If you have just a moment more…” Kaiden said as he shuffled through the contents of his crate. “Ah, here it is. This is the one you were interested in, yes?” He held out the small dog carving.

Alexander nodded as he took it. “How much?”

“Nothin’. Least I can do, after my part in… well, you know.”

“Thanks,” replied Alexander. “I’m glad to have ran into you this afternoon.” 

Night had fully fallen by the time they finished their goodbyes and wound their way back through the town and approached the castle gate. As he fiddled with the dog carving in one hand, he decided his statement had been more than mere politeness. It truly was good to hear how the former pirate had turned things around, and how he had looked out for Alexander even back then. Perhaps, after his daughter tired of playing with it, he might just keep the little carving for himself.

[gracefireheart]

Mmm

Got that "make another DnD character" mood again.

This time, I want to try my hand again at making a firbolg character that's a ranger (beast master) with a sailor background. Maybe I'll also try and have the firbolg's fur color different from the usual blue, which I mostly want to do 'cause of CR when Bells Hells (or rather FCG + the witches) met the firbolg professor that had soft maroon colored fur.

Oh, and try and make some sort of tattoos into their fur. Because yes :]

[ragingbookdragon]

A Smooth Sea Never Made A Skilled Sailor

Vasco x De Sardet

Word Count: 1K Warnings: Mature Themes, Implied Sexual Content

Author’s Note: After getting a necklace with the same etching, I kept thinking about the fic idea. Enjoy! -Thorne

           De Sardet was by no means a bubbly, overtly cheerful person. He spent most of his time observing the world and people around him, and while he was kind and civil with mostly everyone, he wasn’t happy-go-lucky. But after the fifth ‘inconspicuous’ grin he sent Vasco, the captain knew something was up with him. Or at least he was planning something that he wasn’t keen on sharing. Of course, it went without saying that when it came to secrets, the Legate was locked up tighter than a miser’s purse, though it seemed like he was about to burst at the seams from whatever he was keeping. Kurt had taken point on their way back from Wenshaveye, leaving Vasco and De Sardet to hang back a little, giving them a bit of privacy.

           The Naut eyed the Legate. “So, are you going to tell me what’s got your knickers in a twist yet, Tempest?”

           De Sardet snorted and spun around, back facing Kurt as he stepped backwards. “I dunno what you’re talking about.”

           “Please,” Vasco huffed. “You look like the cat that swallowed the canary.”

           Waggling his eyebrows, he purred, “I mean…you do sing when I—” he stumbled off into laughter as the Naut shoved him in the side, and he turned back around, taking Vasco’s hand in his.

           “I’ll show you when we get back to the city,” he said, squeezing the hand in his before lacing their fingers.

           It made Vasco’s heart flutter in his chest and he smiled. “Did you get me something?”

           De Sardet shrugged, pulling an innocent look. “Dunno. Might’ve.”

           “Well now I’m curious.”

           “Curious away. I’m not telling you yet.”

           “Please?”

           “Mmm…droop your eyelids and say that again but lower.”

           “You’re shameless, you know that?”

           “So I’ve been told. By many partners. Many times.”

           “I don’t know why I’m surprised at that, Tempest, but I am.”

           “I aim to please.”

***

           De Sardet let out a relaxed sigh, burying his face in the back of Vasco’s neck as he wound his arms around the young Naut’s waist, pulling him flush to his chest. One of Vasco’s hands searched behind him until he found the side of De Sardet’s face, gently trailing his fingers across his cheekbone.

           “Comfortable?” the Naut asked, a smile of his own crossing his lips when he felt the man smile against his skin.

           “More than,” De Sardet murmured, a leg shifting to slide between Vasco’s. “Are you?”

           Vasco hummed when De Sardet shifted, pressing his lips to the Naut’s palm. “I am.” He wiggled slightly, curling back into the man’s chest. “You’re warm.”

           “My mother used to tell me I gave off heat like a furnace.”

           “I believe her,” he chuckled, craning his neck to catch De Sardet’s eyes. “I feel like I’m sitting on the beach.”

           The Legate snorted, pressing a kiss to the Naut’s cheek. “Trying to tell me that I leave sand in unsavory places?”

           “You leave something,” he countered and the two dissolved into laughter.

           De Sardet took the hand that had caressed his cheekbones in his, lacing his fingers through Vasco’s. “I have something for you,” he said, nodding towards the nightstand at the Naut’s bedside.

           Vasco reluctantly shifted out of De Sardet’s arms to rummage through the drawer. “Is this it,” he asked, lifting up a small, royal blue, draw-string bag.

           “That would be it,” he replied, watching as the Naut reclined against the headboard.

           His fingers gently pulled the ties apart and opened the bag. Tipping it over, he held out a hand underneath, and a brass necklace slipped out. Vasco turned it over in his fingers, reading the inscription in the charm that was no bigger than a child’s pinky.

           “A smooth sea never made a skilled sailor,” he murmured, golden eyes drifting to De Sardet who wore an easy smile.

           “In Serene, it’s a tradition to give your lover a gift on the turn of autumn,” he explained, gently taking the necklace from him. “I mulled over what to get you for a month or so before that came to me.” He met Vasco’s eyes, a rare look of uncertainty in them as he asked, “Do you like it?”

           Vasco gave him a warm smile. “I love it, my Tempest.” He shifted slightly, lifting up his caramel hair. “Put it on me?”

           De Sardet chuckled as he moved, looping the necklace around his neck. “Careful there. That’s a suggestive thing to say.”

           “Are you ever not thinking about sex?” Vasco sounded exasperated, though De Sardet could hear the grin in his voice.

           “Sex? Not all the time. With you? Oh, quite a lot.”

           “Seas, you’re a scoundrel.”

           “I’m your scoundrel.”

           He fastened the chain but didn’t shift his hands away from the sun kissed skin, simply resting them at his neck.

           “Tempest?”

           De Sardet inhaled deeply, lightly tugging Vasco back until the Naut’s back touched his chest.

           “Are you alright?”

           “I’m fine…just thinking about something.”

           “Care to share with me?” Vasco encouraged and De Sardet hummed, wrapping his arms around the other’s chest.

           “You call me your Tempest.”

           “Aye…I do. Is that a problem?”

           “They say that the eyes of tempests are where it’s the calmest.”

           Vasco nodded. “It is. Strange though, to see such a calmness in the midst of a storm.” He tilted his head onto De Sardet’s shoulder. “What does this have to do with me calling you Tempest?”

           De Sardet raised a hand, cupping the tattooed cheek as he confessed, “You’re the eye to my storm. The one part of me that provides stability and makes it all seems calm.”

           His thumb brushed over Vasco’s cheekbone. “If I am your Tempest…then you are my serenity.”

           The Naut’s jaw went slack, not expecting such a declaration, and it made the Legate chuckle, watching him try to give some semblance of a reply.

           After a moment of opening and closing his mouth, Vasco blurted, “I love you.”

           De Sardet pressed his lips to Vasco’s, murmuring, “I love you more.”

[ultrasopp]

Barry and Davenport

Barry first!

favorite thing about them: i LOVE how he’s like a regular looking middle aged man, looks and acts harmless but he’s a powerful necromancer/interplaner space traveler/bounty hunter for a goddess. ah, decieving looks

least favorite thing about them: man this question is always so hard, idk

favorite line: «court’s in session» when the hunger judges came, like that was badass

brOTP: taako! they’re best friends and brothers in law! also kravitz,

OTP: blupjeans!

nOTP: nothing that comes to mind

random headcanon: his ipre robe is lined with denim on the inside

unpopular opinion: I Like His Mullet Actually

song i associate with them: flowers grow out of my grave by dead man’s bones

favorite picture of them: these two are p dope!

Davenport under the cut!

favorite thing about them: i love me a serious captain type who has a real goofy and messy side, also bonus points for the space/sailor aesthetic

least favorite thing about them: mmm i totally understand him and the situation, but he was ready to abandon faerun in 3 seconds when he got his memories back :(

favorite line: when he was all like «dance for me» or something to the starblaster in the finale

brOTP: probably just the whole ipre crew

OTP: d,,, davenchurch,,

nOTP: nothing in particular

random headcanon: he has lots of sailor like tattoos but a lot of the motives are space themed too!

unpopular opinion: idk if this is unpopular, but i’d like to think davenport forgives lucretia after a while and they love each other like family still

song i associate with them: all the things we forgot by moyka

favorite picture of them: this one!

[treasuresfromthecave]

Title: Mmm... Beauty!

1 February 2019

Watercolours on paper

*ART BY SILVIA PALMERONI

#silviapalmeroniart #darkart #darkartists #blackart #tattoo #pinup #oldschooltattoo #watercolour #flapper #witch #vvitch #siren #mermaid #sailor #sea #art #arte #アルテ #魔女 #マーメイド #入れ墨 #船乗り #ピンナップ #ダークアート #水彩 #海

[frost-or-fire]

"I'll Be Good"

Part 1 - Introduction

Robin Hood :

Visuals :

-5'6

-Blonde hair plus facial

-Blue eyes

-tattoo along left cheek

Story of Origin :

Known as hero of the streets, Robin has stolen from the unfair and greedy Prince John. He has successfully beated the sheriff of Nottingham to relinquish his property at a game of archery.

Where abouts as of now :

- Living in a secluded apartment complex with other human fables on StrawBerry Avenue.

- Serving time of timeout after starting a brawl at the local 'Hunters Inn'.

The FableTown Sheriff rubbed at his temples, huffing to himself in exhaust from this morning's dispute. His right eye was still healing from the hard clocking he got from the resisting fables at the small bar from said Inn had.

Now he's in his new office, sitting in an irritating rolling chair, documenting the report of said fable.

15 years have passed since the Crooked Man was put behind bars, only to be relocated to due to his manipulative and intimidating ways. Now he's sleeping comfortably in a cell at a mental Institute where the workers don't have to worry about his blabbering about the Fables. FableTown would be safe with him gone. And the Town has gotten better since the loan shark has been captured.

But during all that time, The Crooked Man's absence still didn't settle right in Bigby's mind.

Although The Tweedles and Jersey Devil are still around and no longer the power tyrants pawns anymore, they are still lurking around in New York's streets. Possibly planning out a scheme for revenge for the damage and violation that the sheriff did in his investigation.

It over all made his head pound either from an upcoming headache or from earlier's beating.

With a sigh, The Big Bad Wolf places Hood's documents into a manila folder which gets placed into a filing cabinet next to his desk.

Rain pattered against the large window behind him, the pale moon shining through the shutters over his shoulders to paint a soft glow in his working space. He does have a desk lamp that is currently on but the moon was a more preferable source of light that satisfies him more and even more so his wolf.

The moon was more of a homely reminder, it brings him peace to be a able to think back to his family rather than the most recent memory of being choked out.

Bigby glances over to his computer - another addition to society and his new office - to check the time.

4:48 AM

2 hours before everyone else is up for work.

Bigby grunts and palms his tired eyes, mindful of the bruised one.

"Fan-fucking-tastic..." He garbled out, hunching over his cleared off desk besides the one lonely ash tray that was over filled with unfinished fags.

The clock that hung above the only door in the office seemed to tick a tad louder. The only sound that echoed in the room besides the raindrops that assaulted the glass of his window.

The Sheriff grumbles some more - almost sounding like teenagers nowadays that he have to drag out from vandalism and house parties - and rests his head down.

"I need sleep.." He speaks aloud to himself while cushioning his head on his semi hairy arms. "Or maybe some silver..."

His eyes soon go closed, thinking over the pass events from those 15 years of peace with the occasional crime and complaint.

The rain was soft and pulls him into a sleep, one that was needed three days ago.

"Nobody call me...." He mumbles to himself before diving into the darkness willingly.

<><><>

Pat pat pat..

"Mmm..."

Pat pat...

"Mmngh.."

PAT PAT PAT!!

Bigby jumps awake, hearing an annoying banging on his office door. A quick look at the privacy window showed a feminine silhouette, one that he knows all too well.

His eyes glanced to his computer for the time.

7:55 AM

Well shit, almost two hours after.

Pat pat pat!..

"Bigby?"

Bigby rubs at his face, getting rid of the sleep that was still there and gets up.

"I'm coming!" He manages to call out as he adjusts his black tie.

<><>

"Come on Bidgy..."

Snow mumbles under her breath, arms crossed and tapping her foot away on the tiled floor. Patiently waiting for Mr. Big and Bad to open the door.

Her and the sheriff of FableTown have grown closer over the years. It wasn't later after the arrest of The Crooked Man did she started to admire Bigby.

He can be Compassionate - when he chooses to be. Especially when it came to asking questions from TJ whom now is going through Middle School and has taken an interest in visual arts. Snow was proud of him, the little toad even made some friends along the way.

A visible smile grew on her lips, a fond one, one that has barely have any time to show with all the stress going around.

Children have been going missing all of a sudden. Mary Bo Peep has gone missing a few days ago, sending everyone in FableTown in a frenzy. Not to mention that Toad almost locked his son up in their house.

Snow bites her lower lip, frowning at the floor with a folder in her hand as seconds go by before Bigby suddenly opened the door.

"Ms. White?" He asks, his voice going into its normal rumbling sound.

She looks up to him with her business face and lifts the folder up. "I got a lead.."

Mr. Wolf perks up at her and his eyes focus on the folder with interest. "A lead? From who?"

She lifts her chin up and nods in the direction of the elevator down the hall. "You've probably been in your office over night, I'll tell you over breakfast if you're interested."

He gives a look of thought before looking down at his watch, with a sigh he nods his head.

"Yeah... Just lemme get a few things.."

Snow nodded and starts walking down to the elevator to wait, worrying her lower lip as she does so without the Wolf's eyes on her.

<><>

Bigby watched her quietly, his eyes gazing at her longingly and slipped back into his office.

He takes one long look around, painting a mental picture of the room of what is where.

The Detective walks in the room more, the door slowly moving back into place with a soft click.

A bulletin board hung on one wall near his desk, pictures covered it with loving memories. A few of their friends smiling with drinks in hand. Some with them on vacation, visiting the coast line on a boat.

Bigby smiles, remembering the large smile TJ had to be swimming -safely in his glamour- in open water with his father in tow, cursing like a sailor. Then the rest are of Snow, her smile radiant like a bright sun. She even left scheduled routines so he can eat and sleep properly.

He had one favorite of them all, one that she wrote on herself with her perfect cursive handwriting. "You're more than 'Big and Bad'," it says, like a motivation to keep him going. Make he desire to become something better than he was before.

His brown eyes moved off to the side, spotting his office keys on his desk and takes them. He never had to lock his office before, everyone were trusted but now since they were in a different location he couldn't take his chances.

He then moved to the coat rack in the corner of the room, taking his thick brown jacket and slung it over his shoulder carelessly.

Mr. Wolf pats his pockets, feeling his wallet in one and his cigarettes in the other, he felt ready to leave.

Standing over to the door, he takes one last look around and sighed.

'Quit being paranoid' He thinks to himself and locks the door, 'You're too tired.'

Clenching his jaw, he forces himself to release the door knob and lift his head in search of Snow down the hall.

Wolf senses kicked in, smelling the constricting dry air that still had rain intertwined with.

Snow White had her coat on, along with her umbrella that was in her other hand.

She looked up at him when she felt his eyes on her, smiling at him just in time for the elevator doors to open.

"You ready Big Guy?"

[halloweenfor]

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[amayaechizen]

92 truths

92 TRUTHS

rules: once you have been tagged you are supposed to write 92 truths about yourself. at the end, choose 25 people to tag!

tagged by: @crimsong-knight  love you dear~ <3

WHAT WAS YOUR LAST… [1] drink: Coffee~ sweet elixir of the gods  [2] phone call: Mom. [3] text message: My bank, remembering me how much spend today lol [4] song you listened to: Colors - Halsey [5] time you cried: I don’t remember right now lol

HAVE YOU EVER… [6] dated someone twice: No [7] been cheated on: No, that’s not cool. [8] kissed someone and regretted it: Yeah [9] lost someone special: Yeah, but that’s was a long time ago~ [10] been depressed: Always~ x3 [11] gotten drunk and thrown up: Yeah, once, and was a very funny and bizarre situation. LIST 3 FAVOURITE COLOURS: [12] Teal [13] Black [14] Crimson Red IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU… [15] made new friends: Yeah~ [16] fallen out of love: Not really x3 [17] laughed until you cried: Yes, everytime a talk to my friends, so much random. [18] found out someone was talking about you: Yeah [19] met someone who changed you: Yeah [20] found out who your true friends are: I always know who are my true friends <3 [21] kissed someone on your facebook list: Yeah, one guy. GENERAL… [22] how many of your facebook friends do you know in real life: Maybe 80% [23] do you have any pets: Yeah, 4 little and precious cats and 1 little and pretty asshole dog (she’s precious too). [24] do you want to change your name: I really want too change my name, but what a pain in the ass, to do all the work necessary for that.  [25] what did you do for your last birthday: My dad invited me to a italian restaurant and after that went to shopping and then spen the rest of the night talking with my beffie <3 [26] what time did you wake up: 8:40 am. [27] what were you doing at midnight last night: Talking with my friend and reading a manga (D-Gray Man) [28] name something you cannot wait for: Travel to meet my best friends. [29] when was the last time you saw your mother: Well, right now she’s by my side.  [30] what is one thing you wish you could change about your life: Every fucking day of the last twelve years. [31] what are you listening to right now: Got me good- Ciara [32] have you ever talked to a person named tom: Yep. [33] something that is getting on your nerves: My job, i really hate my job. [34] most visited website: Facebook, Tumblr, Buzzfeed, Mangapanda [35] elementary: Two. [36] high school: Two. [37] college: One. [38] hair colour: Black. [39] long or short hair: Nid lenght. [40] do you have a crush on someone: Yeah, a hottie that works close from my job. [41] what do you like about yourself? Mmm...my mental strenght. [42] piercings: Only in my ears. [44] nickname: Aya or Angie. [45] relationship status: All by myself~~,single, forever alone [46] zodiac sign: Taurus. [47] pronouns: She/Her. [48] fav tv show: Sailor Moon. [49] tattoos: None, but i really want one. [50] right or left handed: Right handed. FIRST… [51] surgery: In the eyes, for correction- [52] piercing: My ears, after i was born. [53] best friend: In elementary school a girl named, Andrea. [54] sport: If i remember correctly, soccer. [55] vacation: Travel to meet my grandparents when i was a few moths old. [56] pair of trainers: I don’t remember. RIGHT NOW… [57] eating: Strawberry yogurt. [58] drinking: nothing. [59] i’m about to: watch a novie. [60] listening to: Nothing. [61] waiting for: Go to sleep.

YOUR FUTURE… [62] want kids: Maybe. [63] get married: Someday, that would be nice. [64] career: Mmm...maybe finished it 

WHICH IS BETTER… [65] hugs or kisses: Both? xD [66] lips or eyes: Eyes. [67] shorter or taller: Taller, more taller than me. [68] older or younger: Older. [70] nice arms or nice stomach: Nice arms, for better hugs~ [71] sensitive or loud: Sensitive- [72] hook up or relationship: Relationship. [73] troublemaker or hesitant: Hesitant. HAVE YOU EVER… [74] kissed a stranger? Nope. [75] drank hard liquor? Yeah. [76] lost glasses/contact lenses? Yeah, both actually. [77] turned someone down: Yeah a pair of times. [78] sex on first date? No. [79] broken someone’s heart? Yes. [80] had your own heart broken? Yes, like 2 or 3 times. [81] been arrested? No. [82] cried when someone died? Yes. [83] fallen for a friend? Yes. DO YOU BELIEVE IN… [84] yourself? A little. [85] miracles? No. [86] love at first sight? I’m not that romantic [87] santa claus? Nope. [88] kiss on the first date? It depends, maybe. [89] angels? Idk, maybe not. OTHER… [90] current best friend’s name: Milagros, Kenta for the friends <3  [91] eye colour: Dark Brown, almost black. [92] favourite movie: Lord of the rings and The Hobbit trilogy.

Tagging: Anyone who wants to do it~! <3

[moonpixels]

Get To Know Me!

Tagged by the lovely @applekissims. Thank you, girl! Haha, I got so excited to be tagged in something tbh. ♡♡♡

1) Rules: Tag 9 people who you would like to know better.

Unfortunately, I’m not super active here in the community so I have no clue who has/hasn’t already done this. SO, I tag @suintor​ @romeo-and-simulet​ @simply-kita-b​ @daaaamnsim​ @simplyamazingsims​ and for the other 4, I’ll tag everyone who hasn’t done this already. If you’ve already done one, ignore me haha.

Relationship Status: single (read: struggling lmfao)

Last Song I Listened To: Japanese Denim - Daniel Caesar

Last Book Read/Listened To: Milk and Honey by Rupi Kaur

Favorite Color(s): purple, pink/baby pink, pastels in general

Top Three Shows:  Sailor Moon, One Piece, Supernatural. But lately I’ve been watching Boku no Hero Academia, Fresh Prince of Bel Air, and I just finished rewatching Sailor Moon Crystal.

Top Three Characters: Usagi Tsukino, Trafalgar Law, Nico Robin, and I’ll throw in Dean Winchester because important.

Top Three Ships:

Usagi x Mamoro — the romantic relationship that I idealized as a child ... okay, I still idealize it LOL

Tenth Doctor x Rose — honestly idk why but this impacted me to the point that I legitimately stopped watching Doctor Who after Tenth was replaced lmao

Dean x Castiel — I JUST LOVE THEIR BROMANCE OK?

2) Rules: BOLD the statements that are true for you!

APPEARANCE:

I am 5'7" or taller

I wear glasses

I have at least one tattoo

I have at least one piercing

I have blonde hair

I have brown eyes

I have short hair

My abs are at least somewhat defined

I have or have had braces

PERSONALITY:

I love meeting new people

People tell me that I’m funny

Helping others with their problems is a big priority for me

I enjoy physical challenges

I enjoy mental challenges

I’m playfully rude with people I know well

I started saying something ironically and now I can’t stop saying it

There is something I would change about my personality

ABILITY:

I can sing 

I can play an instrument (well, used to play the piano and guitar)

I can do over 30 pushups without stopping

I’m a fast runner

I can draw well

I have a good memory

I’m good at doing math in my head

I can hold my breath underwater for under a minute

I have beaten at least 2 people in arm wrestling

I know how to cook at least 3 meals from scratch

I know how to throw a proper punch

HOBBIES:

I enjoy playing sports (tennis!)

I’m on a sports team at my school or somewhere else

I’m in an orchestra or choir at my school or somewhere else (was :P)

I have learned a new song in the past week

I work out at least once a week

I’ve gone for runs at least once a week in the warmer months

I have drawn something in the past month (yuh, I’ve made 3 handmade cards with their faces on it lol)

I enjoy writing

FANDOMS ARE MY #1 PASSION

I do or have done martial arts

EXPERIENCES:

I have had my first kiss

I have had alcohol

I have scored the winning goal in a sports game

I have watched an entire season of a TV show in one sitting

I have been at an overnight event

I have been in a taxi

I have been in the hospital or ER in the past year

I have beaten a video game in one day

I have visited another country

I have been to one of my favorite band’s(Rapper) concerts

RELATIONSHIPS:

I’m in a relationship

I have a crush on a celebrity

I have a crush on someone I know

I have been in at least 3 relationships

I have never been in a relationship

I have asked someone out or admitted my feelings to them

I get crushes easily

I have had a crush on someone for over a year

I have been in a relationship for at least a year

I have had feelings for a friend

MY LIFE:

I have at least one person I consider a “best friend”

I live close to my school

My parents are still together

I have at least one sibling

I live in the united states

There is snow right now where I live

I have hung out with a friend in the past month

I have a smartphone

I have at least 15 CD’s

I share my room with someone

RANDOM SHIT:

I have breakdanced

I know a person named Jamie

I have had a teacher with a last name that’s hard to pronounce

I have dyed my hair

I’m listening to one song on repeat right now

I have punched someone in the past week (jokingly, ofc)

I know someone who has gone to jail

I have broken a bone

I have eaten a waffle today

I know what I want to do with my life

I speak at least 2 languages (mmm, I understand Cebuano better than I can speak it)

I have made a new friend in the past year

[landofsong]

III

LANDFALL: Day 2555

If I think about it, it’s rather ironic that we as a people find ourselves back at Herne while fleeing the world’s end. Some among us have even joked that if we find a new home, we’ll just cock it up and come back here. What is it about this place? Sure, the island is beautiful; we have dragon blood trees and desert roses are plentiful. Legend says that back when Satak began to bite itself, drops of blood from its self-inflicted suicide dropped onto the world Herne originally rested on, and these trees sprouted forth and were rescued by Irfaan. I like them. We didn’t have them back in Hammerfell.

“It does not look where it is going.”

Oh great, it’s Rashiiv. “Afternoon, Rash,” I grumbled. Rashiiv is as likely to pick your pocket as he is to share some discovery or stolen good with those he deems worthy of trust and respect. It made him unpredictable, and not a terribly pleasant sight to see.

“You are making your way to the docks, I take it?”

“You know it,” I grinned.

“You missed a lovely ceremony. Everyone made offerings to the dead in the manner most appropriate. I’ve never seen such religious tolerance in all my life.”

“Aren’t you still just a cub?” I interjected.

“Ah, but my heart grows old in this place,” he grinned. “Herne is not an island for youth.”

“Ha, maybe we’ll both end up on a ship and leave this island for once. Wanna join me at the docks? Or have you more important matters of money to attend to?”

“It is good to see you have a sense of humour. The pockets here are drier than the cliffs you spend so much time on. Rashiiv will join you.”

I quickly checked my pockets to ensure Rash hadn’t used his tail to slip anything from me, though it’s not like I was laden like a princess. As we walked, he told me that rumours were circulating of seeing movement on the moons. No one could be sure, and there were no Rourken telescopes on Herne. I decided I’d ask one of the sailors if they had seen or heard of such things. We arrived at the docks a while after the ships I had seen earlier had docked and were nearly done unloading what they could scavenge from the water.

“Any news from afar?” I asked.

I was greeted with stony silence, which was a first. “Uhm, anything?” I asked once more, rather miffed at the silence. I was about to say something but as the words were about to escape my mouth, a voice spoke from behind me.

“I’m afraid they’ve seen too much, and little of it has been good.”

The voice belonged to an old Dunmer clad head-to-toe in Na-Totambu garb and tattoos. He had a mane of silver hair that draped past his shoulders, and he boasted an even more impressive beard. His voice was low, thick, and gravelled with the experience of a long life.

“Why would such a young Redguard want to hear tales of the apocalypse, I wonder?”

“Have you seen this place?” I scoffed. “It may as well be a prison for the depressed and anxious. At least you guys can tell me what’s out there beyond the horizon.”

“Mmm, true,” he said while scrunching his face. “If you truly desire to leave Herne, come see me when you are old enough. In the meantime, I hope that these will sate your wanderlust.”

Before I could say anything, he handed me a small stack of books. ‘Yuna and the Ocean’, ‘The Adventures of Cyrus’, and ‘Why Morhwa Grabs More Husbands’.

“A crewman told me these are popular with Redguard children.”

“I’m not a child,” I grumbled.