#navy strenght

[bartime2000]

Cosa è il Navy Strength Gin e come nasce questa dicitura?

La storia del Gin Navy Strength è solo un altro capitolo dell’affascinante e della storia spinosa del Gin stesso. Possiamo ringraziare la marina britannica, non solo per il Gin Navy strength, ma per il Gin come lo conosciamo oggi. Non c’è dubbio che la Royal British Navy abbia svolto un ruolo chiave sia nella produzione, nel consumo e nella prevalenza del Gin. L’uso di spezie esotiche nel Gin è…

[esperfruit]

The cool and beloved Hercules

Hardik "Hercules" Mahto

Age: 36

Height: 205 cm

Captain Star's oceangoing tug helmsman and highly respected by everyone, including the Zero Fleet. Hercules is highly competent, well-informed and always keeps a cool head as if nothing could ever break him to a point that everyone around him sees him as an invinceable Mr. Perfect. Whenever he is around, his colleagues can always rely on him for his intelligence but also his courage and strenght as he is the strongest person in Bigg City Port. He may be smooth-spoken all the time but he has a very no-nonsense attitude when it comes to work and does not take any provocations from anyone.

He is the oldest out of six siblings with his little brother Ten Cents being the youngest. After the loss of their family, Hercules decided to move to Bigg City and take Ten Cents with him. At first Hercules was a helmsman for the local navy but this job frustrated him to no ends until he met O.J, who introduced him to Captain Star, who just started his own fleet. With no hesitation, he quit the navy to become a Star. He was way happier under Captain Star and decided to get Ten Cents a job under him as well when he became old enough.

As a ocean goer, he is outside the port most of the time doing dangerous work and being alone for a very long time and thus really appreciates the company he gets from his close friend the lightship operator Lillie. Hercules is fully aware of his overly positive reputation and tends to overwork himself to meet everyone's expectations, leading to him being severly sleep deprived. Another thing he tries to not show to other too much is his overprotectiveness towards his loved ones. He would to absolutely anything to protect somone he deeply cares about, even getting his own hands dirty in the process...

[obsessedwithlarkin]

WELL-KNOWN DANCERS COMPETING AT NUVO LONG BEACH:

4PM:

• Sarahi Lopez-Prieto- Heaven Is Here

CAP THE COMPANY:

• Alyssa Park - Siren

• Richie Granese - A Momentary Fracture

CLUB:

• Aspen Brandt- Black Velvet

• Peyton Marble- Charge It Please

• Abbey Scott- In My Memory

• Kelsey Jackman - Life Of The Party

• Navy Forrest- I Love You

• Goldie Nielsen- Twist And Shout

• Finley Nielsen- Remember Me

• Mini Duo/Trio - Mercy Me

• Elsie Sandall- Glacier

• Kennedy Marble- Hit Me With A Hot Note

• Ellary Day Szyndlar- Chrisalis

• Makayla Jackman- The Truth Remains

• Alexis Alvarez- TBD

• Emma Scott- Forsaken

• River Sergerman- Body Language

• Claire Pistor- Bad Dreams

• Daisy Nielsen - Show Off

• Lily Knopps- When We Remember

• Peyton De La Cerda- Beautiful Dreamer

DANCELOVA:

• Sarah Kuy - A Fleeting Moment

DANCEOLOGY:

• Soleil Lynch - Form Manipulation

• Aria McCrea- Shadow Journal

• Isabella Lynch - Hum A Prayer

DANCERS EDGE:

• Haven Bolland- The Ghost Speaks To Her

• Chloe Silva - In Your Grave I Lie

DKCBA:

•Esmè Chou - Contemplation

DOLCE:

• Brennyn Bishop - Snowing

• McKenna German- Zombie

• Payton Kahl - Cry

• Harper Beal - The End Of Love

• Zoey German - My Own Strenght

JDI:

• Taylor Smith - Ne Me Quitte Pas

LEGACY DANCE TRAINING:

• Aniston Maurer- Locomotion

• Emma Whinsart - Wonder

• Lola Mesa - In The Air Tonight

MATHER:

• Audrina Mossembekker- If You Could See Me Now

• Hayden Goren - More

• Hadley Schulz- I Gotcha

• Nyla McCarthy- Shake The Room

• Ava Guttman - Nature Boy

OCPAA:

• Claire Christensesn - Carousel

• Charlotte Delong - Elegance

PAVE:

• Mila Vishneski- Let Me Entertain You

• Sloan Wright - Again

• Kehlani Georgatos- Buisness Of Love

• Sophia Smith - Let's Get Loud

• Ava Muckley - Amayzing Mayzie

P21:

• Cece Chung- Cuban Pete

• Stella Fisk- Whole Lotta Shakin Going On

• Liv Matson- Leaving

• Berkeley Scifres- Upside Down

• Bristyn Scifres- Unhearted

• Brooklyn Ladia - Everything Is Unreal

• Kira Leiberman - Cognitive Shift

• Sara Von Rotz- TBA

• Lexi Blanchard - An Urban Soundtrack

• Stella Eberts - TBA

• Brielle Lieberman - Mirari

• Reese Arkin - Please Mr. Postman

STUDIO X:

• Bella Mendez- TBD

• Juliana Markba- Blue Skies

• Madison Luckman- Thule

THE SIX COMPOUND:

• Sophia Tooles - Over The Love

[euphoniumpets]

I'll always look for you | Nikolai Lantsov x reader

Summary: You have always loved Nikolai and you knew that you would sacrifice for him even if he hurt you.

Requested? Yes: hello!! I don't know if you're still taking requests but you could do a nikolai lantsov x reader angst where I finish the battle against the grishas and they hurt the reader so she's dying and they say goodbye.

A/N: i am ready to get hurt for this angst.

Warnings: angst, mentions of death, violence, blood.

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Nikolai refused to believe that he was going to lose you.

Although he knew that you wasn't going to last longer. He could see that you were drifting apart in his hands and he wasn't having it to lose another person that he loved.

He knew it was his fault. He was not happy about letting you go into the war with him, hell, let alone to fight with him. But he knew that you would give up everything to save him, just as like he would do to you.

But he couldn't help feeling the pain when he tried to protect you from the other Grisha and you wouldn't last any longer. ''Tamar,'' He spoke, looking to the woman next to her with pleading eyes.

Tamar met his gaze. However, she wanted to avoid them, knowing that he would beg her to save her, but she knew that Y/N wasn't going to last longer.

No matter how much they tried to deny it.

Nikolai saw her expression before turning down on the woman he fell in love with the moment he saw her. ''Stay with me, please,'' You heard him plead with tears in his eyes. ''I can't lose you too,'' Nikolai spoke and let out a sob.

He tried to stop the blod but he knew it was no use. He tried to do something to save your life. The panic was settling in his veins as they hide behind, trying to shelter themselves while the second army of the General fought against them.

''I'm sorry,'' You whispered. ''I know it was my fault for being too stubborn to let me go with you,'' You told him through the pain.

''Spare your words,'' Nikolai said and held your hands tightly, making you chuckle before grunting in pain. ''I will not be entirly gone, you know,'' You mumbled.

''I will always be there, even when you don't know it,'' You whispered before cupping his cheek. ''Be a good king, Nik,'' You replied.

Nikolai felt your hands growing weaker and didn't had the strenght left before your hand left his cheek, falling down slowly. He knew in that moment that he lost you and the pain in his heart would never go away.

[captainseamech]

//looking through my TP (T/reasure P/lanet) tag until I came across this post and... I kinda wanna ramble more about it

As Captain Armstrong, he wore heavy clothing with navy blue and gold accents, as well as a hat with the same color palette. Since he lost his crew under the infamous name of Captain Armstrong, he lost his sense in adventure for years and dropped his hat.

As a crewmate and using his original name, High Tide wears more casual clothing, except for a cape that always covered his back to hide the scar he got from saving the Moon Station a few years back (another thing that would heavily tell away who he is.) And since he was well aware of people also recalling how strong he was (hence the name) he actually struggles a bit on pretending to be weak to not raise any suspicion. After all, he survived three supernovas, none would be able to do that.

He may be able to fake his strenght, but not his vast knowledge. He seafared for years and years, he knew a lot of shortcuts and where to go to avoid a meteorite shower. If he finds a crew as a crewmate, he might ask to be a navigator since map-making is something he mastered with ease.

AND THE MOST IMPORTANT THING: His accent. He had to avoid letting his accent show up, since as a captain he was presented with a thick tone in his voice. Sure it may escape a few times, but the angrier he gets, the more evident his accent will be.

[panzershrike-pretz]

Lanterns

Part 2

Disclaimer: If the timeline becomes confusing, remember my universe has time loops -> places where the time has been stopped. Tortuga is one of those places, it's stuck on the past behind a thin veil, while the present goes on as normal.

Summary: A Goddess who lost her faith, trying to get back to her senses so her family doesn't fall apart.

Warnings: ???nothing?? I think??

Taglist: @malarkgirlypop, @bucky32557038ww2 (if you want in or out, just tell me!)

-> Image below found here.

The day after the storm was calm. If it wasn't for Blithe, peacefully floating along the current, no one would even know about the gale of last night. Pacing around the main deck, all the damage was now visible.

"The mizzen really is broken", the Captain sighed, his hand on his hip as he lookesd up, wondering what exactly happened to it. "Cheer up, boys, we'll be makin' way to port earlier."

Peggy marched along the bow, sniffing whatever was left of the things caught up in thes raging battle against the weather. She was more than happy to find a dead fish, looking around before gulping the thing down - it didn't try to escape, which means it was food.

"Whatcha got there, big girl?", one of the crewmates asked, but it was too late. Being caught, Peggy simply ran off with her prise, leaving him to wonder what the fuck was up with that dog.

"Hey, Rodion, c'mere." The Captains voice was rough and the man quickly went to his service, following his glance. "What'dya think? We make it to Tortuga or stop earlier?"

"Earlier. Our sails are all ragged and we'd need a couple days far from trouble to get it all fixed."

The Captain felt defeated. He wanted to make the trip as quickly as possible and make port back in Tortuga before the end of the year, to properly celebrate, but he knew his impatience was what got them all in truble in the first place.

The ship creacked along, tilted a bit to the side. They still had enough water and food for weeks, but old Blithe wouldn't be able to make it to Tortuga - specially if they ended up in the middle of another gale or, may the Gods forbide, ended up face to face with a Man O' War.

"CHEER UP, JEREMY!", the First Mate yelled, far above them, sitting in the main mast's crow nest. She didn't exactly show up yesterday, which fuelled even more the Captains rage. He needed a break (and would've gotten one in Tortuga, dammit!).

Her smile was wide as she pushed herself from the edge of the nest, free falling for most part before opening her wings wide to glide the rest of the way down. The woman had a flask of some good ol' whisky in hand as she opened her arms, maybe to try and hug Jeremy's angryness out.

"Don't", he simply said, putting his hand up to stop her. "Where exactly was you last night, Athena?"

"Hmmm... wanderin'..."

The way she didn't even flinch while flat out saying she abandoned her crew had Jeremy really missing his old days in the Royal Navy - keel hauling would be very welcomed sometimes. But he couldn't simply keelhaul Athena. She'd break free - and damn him once again.

"Lis'en, Cap'n, I ain't lyin' to ya. I flew off. BUT!" And she put two of her fingers up, one of each hand, to stop him from speaking. "Good news is we're not far from some whatever-the-fuck town. We all can rest, get the Mizzen and whate'er else fixed, spend some money....... Jeremy, why ye lookin' a' me like tha'?"

"You flew off 'n left us in the middle of a gale. A big one. Why wouldn't I look at ye like this?" he almost growled. Athena wasn't impresesed.

"Look, Jerry, mate... sometimes things are just... ehh" she was saying, as she wrapped her arm around his shoulders and gave him a squeeze. "I wasn't feelin' it, ya know?"

"Someone could've died, Athena."

"What would I do? Is Enoch's job to bury people! Gods, Cap'n, ye're as hard as a rock, aren't ya? E'ery last man is still standin'. No one died. We win!"

Jeremy was gathering all his strenght not to punch her right in the face with his iron hand; he knew that was just how Athena was. She was the Death Goddess, for Her sake, would she really care if a few peoples died?

He knew the answer: she loved her crew more than she loved booze, herself or flying. She'd give up both her wings for them. After all, she found a safe place for them to stay... but it didn't excuse the fact that she ran away without telling anyone. Again.

"Fiona, keep that mizzenmast in place, will ye?", he finally said, turning his attention away from Athena to look at the girl.

She was entertained in making little flower buds grow out of Peggy's fur, almost missing the order. She quickly got back on her feet, silent as always, while making her way to the mizzen. The plan was simple: make vines strong enough to keep it in place 'till they docked.

"Athy, wasn't 'cause of you flying away that your ol' crew did a mutiny? Wasn't it your daughter's orders?", Rodion asked, a playfull smirk on his face as the First Mate turned on her heels to look at him.

"Shut yer trap, bastard" she oushed him away, making the man laugh. "Get yer ass back in line, boy."

"As you wish, Mama Bird", he winked, then laughed his way towards one of the Captain's mates, Sirius, who didn't seem all that awake while steering the wheel.

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The rain and storm may not have killed or seriosly injured anyone, but it still made some victims to a cold. Pangey, for one, couldn't stop running around the lower deck, trying to get at least somethings in place so she could find the medicine.

"Do a potion", a woman said, making her almost jump. "We got some herbs and stuff, it'll work better".

"Miss Serpens, ya almost scared me to death", the other, with one hand above her heart, took a deep breath trying to calm herself. "Besides, I don't know how to make 'em and the crew aren't really all that inclined to wait. I'm just a medic, not some witch."

"Lucky for you, I am." Hydra had a sweet smile on her face. Pangey stood still, watching while she gathered a cauldron and enough stuff to use.

Pan didn't know any of the ingredients, but she still stayed there, against the ships counter, paying attention while the Goddess hung up her stuff and, with a little snap of her fingers, made a small spark light the coal and wood below on fire.

It was ingrained in Hydra's memory. She grew up loving potions and always tried something new - well, at least when her mom would let her, anyway. She used to do some harmless pranks on her brother - Sirius' face when one day he drank some tea and immediately started coughing up moths never failled to make her laugh. Granted, he never again accepted anything she gave him to drink or eat.

The lower deck was badly lighted by some lanterns, attached to the ship by chains so they wouldn't fall and break - yet, yesterday some still did. Everything was a mess that needed cleaning, but with half the crew ill, it would need to wait.

Pangey couldn't for the life of her seem to figure out where was the medicine box, amidst all the chaos. She didn't even noticed the way Hydra looked at her, while making somewhat funny faces trying to catch any memory of how the box was. They were all the same.

"Don't beat yourself up, dear", Hydra said as she grabbed a knife to cut up some of the herbs. "We don't really need them now. I'll make them feel better, you can catch a break."

"Still, i was never like this, so careless with the essentials. I always had something on me... that little bag, you remember? I forgot where it was."

"Down below", a boy said, looking almost greenish as he sat close to them.

"Where?"

"Laying with Davy Jones", he pushed his glasses in place. His hair was neatly put, not a single strand out of place - even when feeling bad, Horace could not bear the thought of presenting himself badly or even close to messy. "Hydra, is it finished yet...? I am dying here."

"The water is just now boiling, boy, you'll have to wait."

"But my nose is all... stuffed. I can't breathe well! And my throat hurts. Badly."

"Then maybe you need to shut the fuck up, it'll hurt less", another boy said as he passed, going up the stairs before Horace could even think of an answer.

"Oh, dammit. Why don't we just toss him overboard?"

"Because..." Hydra stopped, knife in the air, playful. "Enoch's important. And you know how things are: kill one of his and you are dammned for the rest of your life."

"I hate curses... almost as much as i hate having my nose all closed up! Pangeyyyy, help a guy out! I'm dying over here!"

"I wish, darling. We have no meds for now, you'll have to drink her stuff."

"Fuck."

Horace hated to admit that it worked in about half an hour. The potion acted quickly and he was feeling better in no time - which meant that everyone else was up too and the ship could finally be put in order again.

"Dammit, I found the meds", Pangey huffed, as soon as she began moving boxes. "Be real, Miss Serpens, you just put some spell on me so you could make a potion, right?"

"Not really", Hydra smiled. Pangey wasn't really sure if she could believe this one. "But now you know how to make a quick potion for colds, don't you? I see this as a win-win kind of situation".

"Gods do really love messin' around, don't they?"

"We do. But I wouldn't mess around with people's health. Believe me, if I knew where these meds were hiding, I'd use them."

She helped Pan push the box back to the infirmary, wich had it's door broken yesterday and sent all it's contents flying all over the room.

The two of them didn't really speak while working on puting stuff back in place - 'till Pangey turned to her and asked: "Miss Serpens, aren't you sad we'll not make it to Tortuga for yer Holiday?"

"Hum. Night of Libero Sanctis?", she shook her shoulders. "I wish we could celebrate it there, but Blithe needs to have a check up, right girl?" she pat the ship's wall, smiling as if it could understand the Goddess. Everyone had a slight feeling that Blithe did, almost like their own little surpestition. "At least we'll be together anyway, Panpan. That's what that night is about, not some silly trip to the beach."

"And definetely not about having to hear Miss Ezebel, 'ight?", Pangey raised her eyebrows, catching Hydra make a face.

"Yeah, definetely. Woudn't like sharing my special day with that harlot. Constance can have her island all to herself, I don't mind."

"Especially after this fucking storm."

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Peggy poked her head around the corner, making sure no one was looking as she skipped around with a sword between her teeth, tail violently wagging again.

It would be a problem to however found the dog and her new toy.

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[namesarelikeshinythings]

Common fem names to masc ones

For transmascs who're looking for a name similar to their birth names but cooler and masculine

Abigail : Abel (breath in hebrew), Gale/Gail (fem leaning, joy in english), Guy (masc, guide in old french)

Amber : Ambrosius (masc, greek for immortal), Asher (masc leaning, hebrew for blessed)

Amelia : Amabilis (masc, latin for lovable), Amable (neutral, old french, lovable), Amé(e) or Aimé(e) (old french for loved, é=masc, ée=fem)

Anna : An (short for these names), Anakin (i'm half joking, masc, sanskrit for warrior, hebrew for giant), Andrea (neutral ?,Andrea is masc, Andréa is fem, from the greek andros meaning man)->Andrew(masc), Andy(neutral)

Ava : Avis (bird in latin) Avon (river in irish), Navy (neutral, boat in latin)

Camila : Cam (short for all these names), Camille (acolyte in latin), Carlisle (neutral,from the walled city in english)

Charlotte : Carl, Charles, (both man in germanic), Charlie (short for both names)

Chloé : Claude (neutral, tw : validist word : crippled in latin), Cleante (pure in greek), Cleon (glory in greek), Clyde (masc, gaelic for warm)

Daisy : Aster (means daisy), Daimon (masc, to tame in greek, or demon)

Emma : Armin (same as Emmet), Emmanuel (masc, hebrew for god is with us), Emmet (masc leaning, whole truth in hebrew), Emory (neutral, home strenght in old german),

Evelyn : already gender neutral :) Evan (masc, irish for youth), Flynn (masc irish for son of Flann), Lynn (fem leaning, lake in welsh)

Isabella : Eli (masc leaning, hebrew for high), Isaac (masc, hebrew for one who laughs), Isabeau (fem but sounds really masc, hebrew for god's promise), Isidore (gift of Isis in greek)

Isla : Islay (neutral, scottish island), Stanislas (masc, to stand+glory in slavic)

Lily : Billy (neutral, protection in germanic), Lilian (neutral), Lilien (french, masc)

Luna : Alun (masc, two rivers in welsh), Lunar (neutral, related to the moon), Moon (neutral)

Mary : Marc (masc, manly, brave in latin), Marius (masc, male in latin), Mars (masc, planet named after the greek and latin god of war)

Mia : Micah (masc, hebrew for "who is like Yahweh (or god)?"), Minos (masc, greek for king),, Mio (neutral, swedish name or fem japanese name for beautiful cherry blossom)

Mila : Milan (masc leaning, dear in slavic), Miles (masc, latin for soldier), Milo (same as Miles)

Olivia : Oliver (olive tree in latin), Olie (short for both names)

Sarah : Samuel (masc, name of god in hebrew) -> Sam (gender neutral short for Samantha or Samuel), Sasha (neutral, defender in slavic)

Sophia : Sophos (greek for clever, wisdom), Sophocles (greek poet, name means wisdom+glory)

[shuakefruity]

"The Destiny of Two wild cards"

Hello! Are you looking for a new fic about Persona 5 to read? Then you are in the right place! "The Destiny of Two wild cards" is a fic that I'm currently working now (well, is my first fic) so if you are interested, I encourage you to keep reading!

What is "The Destiny of Two wild cards"?

It's a roleswap AU where the main roles of P5R are swap around. There will be two protagonists which are: Black mask and the leader of the phantom thieves, something that you will need to find out through the story!

This AU WILL contains highly spoilers of both Persona 5 and Persona 5 Royal. Read by your own responsibility!

How I came up with this AU?

Honestly, some months ago, I was talking to someone about random ideas of fics, and I suddenly have a sort of idea. Then, I slowly started to have a better idea of what I wanted to do so with the help of two people I started to organize it even more until now. Of course there is more to think but I hope it's ends well.

Personas!

🔥: Goro Akechi : Hephaestus > Phoenix 

❄️ : Yami(crow): Odin > Avis

🌪️:Makoto Niijima : Icarus > Alatus

🌕: Shiho Suzui : Artemis > Arzhela

⚡: Haru Okumura : Apollo > Atticus. 

🌏 : Ryuji Sakamoto: Hermes > Navi.

🪨 : Sumire Yozhizawa : Ares > Chaos

🌊 : Yusuke Kitagawa : Demeter > Styx

💥: Futaba Isshiki : Athenea > Pallas

☄️ : Kasumi Yoshizawa : Hera  > Astra

🌑: (Spoiler) : Hades > Jester

Confidants!

Leader:

Moon: Kasumi Yoshizawa.

Faith: Haru Okumura.

Sun: Hikari Akechi.

Hieroplant: Mother

Justice: Shiho Suzui.

Temperance: Makoto Niijima.

Tower: Futaba Isshiki.

Devil: Okumura

Chariot: Sae Niijima.

The World: (Spoiler)

Hermit: Ann Takamaki.

Star: Yusuke Kitagawa.

Strenght: Ryuji Sakamoto.

Magician: Yami.

Empress: Sumire Yoshizawa.

Black mask:

Emperor: Shido Masayoshi.

Faith: Hikari Akechi.

Sun: Sumire Yoshizawa.

Judge: (Spoiler)

Devil inverted: Parents.

Strenght: Haru Okumura.

Hermit: Kasumi Yoshizawa.

Moon: Yusuke Kitagawa.

Wheel of Fortune: Ryuji Sakamoto

Temperance: Futaba Isshiki.

Empress: Shiho Suzui.

Star inverted: Ann Takamaki.

Priesteless: Makoto Niijima.

Magician: Wakaba Isshiki.

Hanged: Yami

Palaces!

Kamoshida (lust)

Okumura (vanity)

Kaneshiro (gluttony)

Spoiler (sorrow)

Madarame (greed)

Wakaba (envy)

Kobayakawa (wrath)

Shido (pride)

Holy grail (sloth)

Yaldabooth (all sins)

New things!

Goro's mother, Wakaba and Okumura are alive in this fic.

Goro and Kasumi are childhood friends.

Goro haves now a little sister called Hikari. :)

Ann is not anymore part of the phantom thieves as Shiho took her place.

Yami (crow) takes the place of Morgana and he turns to limousine in mementos!

Don't be afraid to ask anything in case you want to!

My Instagram account.

My friend's account(Twitter)

My other friend's account (Instagram)

[just-absolutely-super]

Mini crack

Lan often forgets how strong NetNavis can be in copybots

Lan about to throw hands with Chaud

Mega: nope! Not happening today

Picks up Lan with ease and throws him over the shoulder

Lan: let me go! How are you this strong?

Mega: I am surprised you haven't figured out from our wrestling matches that I am physically stronger

Lan: stupid copybot strength

Mega: it's actually my normal Navi strenght, the copybot just support it

Lan: WHAT!?

Lan decides to test Mega’s Navi strength after that

This ranges from bending metal pipes to lifting up vehicles

Yuichiro: Oh I need to change the car’s oil but I gave Higsby my jack…

Lan: Don’t worry Dad Megaman’s got this!

Mega: *lifts the car with ease*

Yuichiro: Fascinating!

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"Yes, I know your kind. Japan has a few of those, but the Navy has grown increasingly concerned about the power and agency of Shipgirls, so they try to keep them at bay and under strict surveillance to avoid... well... this."

She said, pointing to Maryland, in a rather matter-of-factly way. Looking at the culprit, she could only sigh. Someone in her position... ought to keep her emotions in check. To remain somewhat-neutral to the base's affairs and look for a solution that could satisfy both parts and, in turn, achieve a 'fair' and 'ethical' approach.

However, it was hard. Years of service and a lifetime of struggle had tempered her emotions and understanding of things, so most of Makigumo's anger was not quite directed to Maryland herself, but rather the circumstances that led her to become this kind of person, and the lack of support and responsibility for the risk she represented.

"I don't blame her. Nor you two. But I do think your government is at fault here, as is the case for the two girls who came with her. They were her friends, and they should've seen this coming. They had several years worth of relationship to try and fix this behavior, and yet they either didn't care or even encouraged her one way or another. That is the real problem here.

Indifference and a lack of Accountability for it."

Facing Washington, she took out her notepad again, and offered it to her... stained with Heywood's blood, still.

"I have detailed here a potential plan for Maryland's treatment, a rough outline for therapy sessions and medicine involved. I always try to avoid any drugs, but she's too dangerous right now, so we cannot leave her un-medicated."

She was about to address South Dakota regarding the details of their lodging, but she stopped dead in her tracks when she saw the door-

And the person standing right there... lockpick in hand, prying the door open.

"Uzuki-"

She was interrupted by small pebble flicked in her direction, fast enough to startle her, but not harm her, quickly composing herself, trying to gesture for both Washi and Dacky not to interfere-

As Uzuki walked right up to Maryland, arm winding back and up, gathering all of her strenght-

"...!"

And unleashing a powerful punch heading straight towards Maryland's face, with no regard for her own safety, thoroughly mangling her own hand, putting all of her anger behind it, and for a moment, matching the strenght of a Battleship... though weaker, harmless to one of the Big 7... but enough to hurt.

"..."

She stood there, hand oozing blood and twitching as damaged nerves and torn muscles spasmed trying to twist back into shape, before she spoke softly-

"...I will ensure no one attempts to harm you, and keep the others from getting into any fights with you... so that punch was for them. Get treatment. Hopefully, we might be friends one day..."

And with that, she just... left. Not even once bothering to look at Washi or Dacky in the face... she had just one goal, after all.

"...that was Uzuki. She works as a Nurse and Surgeon too, but runs her own Clinic in the Old District... came to help with Heywood's case... uhh... I apologize on her behalf."

Though she glossed over the details, the truth was that... in more than a decade, she's never seen Uzuki harm anyone. Girl was even kind to the cockroaches crawling in the floors of the older buildings...

So she was terribly pissed off... but... well, that didn't concern the group here... not now at least.

"I think that's... the overall outline, for what we should do from now on... what do you think? Anything you would like to add? Maryland?"

@chubbykanmuses

Only a short few hours after the Heywood incident, a knock on the... doorframe to Makigumo's clinic was followed by the entrance of two women, they did not quite wait to be allowed in.

"[Pardon the intrusion.]" They both said in unison, one was a pretty tall white haired woman, she seemed lean and in incredible shape, notably good even for a Shipgirl.

The other an even taller woman, and quite chunky, coming in at least 400 pounds, seeing as she was nearly 2 meters tall. Her hair gave away that she was American, it was blue with two white stars on one side, and red accents.

"[I'm USS Washington, and this is USS South Dakota, or Washi and Dacky, if you'd prefer.]" Washington explained matter of factly. She looked around the clinic, firstly taking note of the unconscious, and bound, USS Maryland, and then the comatose patient, an USS Heywood, her head bandaged.

"[Yup, I'm Dacky, nice to meetcha.]" Dacky added with a solemn smile, unlike her wife, it was much easier to tell what South Dakota was thinking as she looked at the two Shipgirls unconscious in the clinic. Sadness and disappointment.

"[I was asked here by USS Iowa, I'm not affiliated with Pearl Harbor base, just a fellow generation 1 Shipgirl, and friend of Iowa. She felt she was too emotionally invested to deal with this shitshow, so I'm here instead.]" Washington explained why she was here, rolling her eyes in annoyance the moment she looked at Maryland again.

"[Ticking time bomb finally went off, and it took until she put another person in a coma for them to understand she needs to be handled.]" Washington lamented with poison in her tone.

"[I'm here so we can figure out what to do about her, and if she lives or dies.]" Washington had the look of someone angry enough to kill, but not in the way Maryland was. This was righteous and frustrated, like a zookeeper who kept insisting the tiger would eventually escape a shoddy cage if not put down, and kill the zoo's visitors, only being vindicated after a tragedy happened.

Dacky looked unhappy with the rhetoric, but didn't interject in defense of the perpetrator, just letting her wife speak her truths.

"[I'm sure you've had your thoughts, you rank as high as the Admiral of this base, and as a Shipgirl no less, so I've no doubts in your merits and skills. Felt I should clarify this, assuming these clowns didn't change in the last 15 years.]" She further spoke ill about the trio that arrived before her.

[just-random-ideas]

Just to be clear

AN: Hi! This is my first imagine, and english is not my first language, but I hope you like it.

Mick Schumacher x reader

Summary: The German driver has a huge crush on you, but flirting isn not his strenght.

Word count: 907

Mick wasn't in love with you. Or at least it was what he liked to tell himself before seeing you. But when his heart raced everytime he saw you and cringe when you left, it was harder for him to fool himself.

You and Mick had met at Haas, when Mick arrived for his first year in Formula 1. Your job was to accompany the Haas drivers to their press engagements.

You two had gotten along from the beginning, since Mick was very responsible and kind, he made your job easier. You had become friends quickly, you always had something to talk about and made each other laugh.

Before he noticed, you were the first person he wanted to talk with after a race, or before, or all the time if he was being honest.

And yet... you were so clueless about it.

It wasn't that you hadn't noticed that Mick was especially nice to you, but to be fair the german driver was nice to everyone, so you didn't think much of it.

Mick knew he hadn't been very upfront about how he felt about you. Whenever he tried to flirt with you, he ended up sounding more friendly than flirtatious. Something that had not gone unnoticed by his teammate.

-Well that was just sad- Kevin laugued after seeing Mick flirtatious attempt fail once again.

Mick rubbed his hands over his face in frustration.

-I know

Kevin shook his head chuckling -You have to be more straightfoward

-And how do I do that?

-Well you could just kiss her -Kevin burst out laughing when he saw his partner blush- I´m messing with you Mick, ask her out, invite her to dinner or something.

And so he did. Well, sort of. He had gotten a bit stumped on the words and the invitation had been rather vague, but you had accepted, so he considered it a succes.

Few hours later he knocked on the door of your hotel room, he stood in front of you with a very nice navy blue shirt, styled hair and a red rose on his hand. You couldn´t help but blushed a little, you couldn´t remember the last time someone had given you flowers and the fact that they were given to you by your crush made it more special. You placed the flower in a glass of water and you two started your way to his car in orde to get to the restaurant.

However the conversation didn´t go as smoothly as usual. You kept trying to find a topic to talk about but the german kept letting it die answering in monosylables. It wasn´t that he didn´t wanna talk to you, he was just too nervous, he still wasn´t sure how to be more "straightfoward" with his intentions, the problem was that now he wasn´t talking at all.

The silence wasn´t something you necessarily found unconfortable, especially with Mick, but he seemed weird, so you started worrying. When you finally got to the restaurant you talked again.

-Is everything alright?- You asked as you gently touched his arm. The tingling in his arm that your touch and your worried look provoked, helped him to get out of his head.

-Yes, sorry- He said while giving you a kind smile.

Things went back to normal during the dinner. You talked about work and how excited you were for the next race. The only problem was that back to normal meant friendly, and even though you were fine with it, you knew Mick wasn't exactly a flirt, and you didn't care, that wasn't why you liked him, but Mick couldn't help but feel a little defeated. This is not how things should be. You two should be together and he should be able to freely tell you how he felt about you. But he couldn´t.

You had a very good time, as you always did, but as you two approached the door of your room you felt a little disappointed, maybe you had misunderstood. Maybe it hadn't been a date, other than the rose there had been nothing to make this outing any different than any other time you had gone out.

Mick knew that as well, you had a good time, a friendly good time. Kevin's words kept running through his head. "You need to be more straighfoward" he had tried, "Invite her to dinner or something" He had and nothing had changed.

Although there was still something he hadn't tried. "You could just kiss her". Well, that was definitely straightfoward, and they say an action is worth a thousand words. Maybe the fact that he was uncapable of flirting with you didn´t mean he couldn´t make his intentions clear.

-I guess I´ll see you t- You hadn't finished saying goodbye when the German smashed his lips against yours. You had to admit that this was not how you imagined a kiss with Mick, but you were not disappointed at all. You brought your hands up to the back of his head and he wrapped his arms around your waist.

Mick smiled in the middle of the kiss. Flirting with you felt forced, but kissing you felt so natural, so right.

He rested his forehead on yours once you parted for air.

-Just to be clear, I want you to be my girlfriend. -You couldn't help but laugh a little

-Just to be clear, I also want to be your girlfriend

[jeweled-blue-eyes]

I was going through the manhwa and it hit me that unlike Athy and Jennette's dresses, we never see anyone dissecting the meaning behind Claude or Anastacius's costume, even though they have much underlying symbolism to offer with all their varying colours and motifs. And these are the two most rich characters in terms of backstory and human relationships. Ur detailed dissection on Jennette's costumes are so good that I'm scarily tempted to tempt u to do this one. Will u do this one analysis🥺???

I don't know anything about the medals or the flowers on Claude's clothings since I'm don’t know flower language... But I can give my thoughts on some of his clothings.

Claude wears three types of clothings throughout the manhwa: 1. royal military uniforms 2. togas 3. victorian children clothings of the upper/middle class (play suits + sailor suits).

What is striking is that all three types of clothings he wore can be associated with freedom and oppression equally (1. military 2. ancient romans 3. royal navy).

Let's start with the first outfit he wore as a child: The sailor suit.

In 1846, the four-year-old Albert Edward, Prince of Wales was given a scaled-down version of an enlisted man’s sailor suit. It was almost certainly a carefully chosen decision calculated to make the public associate the monarchy which had declined in popularity with the most popular institution in Britain -The Royal Navy.

What do we know about the royal navy? Besides it’s role in British colonialism and the suppression of many Asian and African peoples, it helped to defeat a series of opponents for the most part countries goverened by authoritarian or dictatorial rulers (Philip II, Louis XIV, Napoleon, Kaiser Wilhelm II), in other words: tyrants.

Sailor suits which are associated with childishness and innocence stand in juxtaposition to it’s militaristic origin . It’s a reminder how young Claude was still pure and innocent, yet without being fully aware of it he was thrown into a battle for succession at such a young age, and expected to survive or die trying.

We could also dvelve into color theory a little bit: Brown is mostly associated with humility, plainness and poverty. It could be a reminder of his commoner origin. Perhaps it tells us that his mother didn’t have much money back then and Claude had to get dressed in clothes that didn’t gave away easily how often they got mended or got dirty, because his mother could only afford a few sets of clothing. This is only a speculation: perhaps the money meant for Claude was mostly used for the treatment of his mother’s sickness. (I can’t see the Emperor paying the treatment of a chronically ill lover. Unless he actually loved her).

We could also assume that Claude intentionally picked out plain brown clothing that would allow him to blend well with the environment. The flashback in chapter 73 shows us little Claude hiding behind the bushes from the palace guards. Considering his state of increased alertness, he seemed to be used to sense danger approaching and find ways to hide quickly and efficiently.

Ah before I forget too much brown can also create feelings of sadness, isolation and loneliness...alright, you get what I mean, I stop here. 

Now to Anastacius. While Claude’s attire is more lowkey about it’s violent origin: Anastacius’ is more upfront. He’s already aware of the situation he is in. He knows his little brother is more talented than him and feels threatened enough to consider the words of Caracks who tried to lure him away. Anastacius wears something resembling a mix of military uniform and a victorian play suit in blue and red.

Blue was also considered the most prestigious colour, and was granted to “royal” regiments.

I think Anastacius and Claude’s outfits were meant to show that they were at a crossroad in life. When Ana was still friendly with Claude he started out wearing play outfits and then as his relationship with Anastacius deteriorated, gradually started to wear normal suits and uniforms until he was wearing his ceremonial military uniform at the day he killed Ana.

The Obelia brother’s wearing a military uniform signifies that they are at war with someone. They are ready to spill blood. You can see it in The Lovely Princess, where when Athy meets Claude for the first time, instead of a toga he is wearing a military uniform and continues to do so almost until his death. We know that Diana was the one who introduced him to Siodonna’s fashion. With the memories of her gone, so was the peaceful presence in his life and he became a misanthrope. The memory spell had taken full affect and he was incapable to love or care for Athy in any way. Athy became his biggest torment, his enemy. Similarly our! Claude is only wearing a military uniform at official occations like Athy’s debutante ball, where he had to face the nobles which he resented so much. And even now, in the latest chapters he bothered to change his clothes with magic from a toga into a uniform when he reunited with his elder brother.

Whenever Anastacius and Claude are wearing a military uniform they are meeting someone hated (LP verse Claude met Athy, birthday baquet! Claude met the nobles (Roger), and now in chapter 109 he met his brother who had tried to kill him), they either want to demonstrate strenght (the uniform at Athy’s birthday baquet was more show) or they are ready to attack (the uniform in the recent chapters was more practical to move in).

However they are also stress on the fact that they belong to the royal family and are ought to be respected.

Ana wore almost constantly military uniforms, because he felt the need to show that he was the heir. Not only by birthright, but also in appearance. Only when he went undercover he switched his wardrobe to suits (still, in purple in the color of royality) and puffy shirts. You can see it when Anastacius entered the palace with Jennette. When Ana is fighting against Claude he is either wearing a royal blue (past) or a combination of red and black (present).

“ Black and red. In western culture, these are the two most sinister colors, as red typically conveys the meaning of blood or anger, and black is that of darkness or death. Being a very visually striking combination, they can also convey a sense of power. Together, they additionally give the impression of burning coal or wood, i.e. "fire and destruction".”

(TV Tropes: Red and Black and Evil All Over)

In his previous life he bought fire and destruction upon Obelia...like in Athy’s nightmare remember? So it’s is kind of a bad omen as well.

Anastacius uniform in black and red forms a strong contrast to Claude’s uniform, which is dyed in colors of purple and pure white. “The color purple is often associated with royalty, nobility, luxury, power, and ambition. Purple also represents meanings of wealth, extravagance, creativity, wisdom, dignity, grandeur, devotion, peace, pride, mystery, independence, and magic.”

My point is that Ana’s appearance reflect his state of mind. Being all the time at war with his brother. The paranoia to get overthrown.  The fear not to be enought. He insisted on wearing the ceremonial royal uniform, the crown and the coat, in royal colors, because he felt inferior towards Claude and it made him feel safer. If he thought his own skills as heir were lacking he sought to compensate with the way he presented himself in public (his inferiority complex might have contributed to his lavish livestyle and tendency to waste money). 

The only exception where Ana is not wearing a uniform is a scene during the time of Ana and Claude’s falling out. But he still emphasizes that he belongs to the Imperial family in another way: The brooch on his vest, has the same blue shade as the color of his eyes, which are a trademark sign that only the Imperial family possesses. In chapter 109, Claude and Athy chose to wear a similary colored brooch to show that they are the “true” heirs.

[panzershrike-pretz]

Lanterns

Part 3

Disclaimer: i'm well aware that some of the characters mentioned (namely the peculiar bunch) are originally from another work, Miss Peregrine's Home For Peculiar Children. When I "made" them, I was only a child who didn't know how to do much besides very poorly made fanfic - but with time, I grew more attached to them and as I understood how to create characters, i just couldn't bring myself to abandon them; so I kept them. I changed a lot since then and they did too as mine. Please, do keep it in mind if you're familiar with the MPHFPC series - if I decided to put this as a disclaimer it's because I care. I won't stand being accused of stealing characters.

Summary: A Goddess who lost her faith, trying to get back to her senses so her family doesn't fall apart.

Warning: death threats and I think it's about it??

Taglist: @malarkgirlypop, @bucky32557038ww2, @xxluckystrike (if you want in or out, just tell me!)

-> Image below found here.

The chit chat tha filled Blithe was soothing. It was home, after all, with all it's peculiarity and strange inhabitants. The ship was old; when Athena first stole her, she was a decrept little thing, abandoned in a port somewhere along the Portuguese coast - and the Goddess made it her own.

She was the one who found every member of the crew. The one who kept them together in the beginning, before everyone truly got along - instead of wanting to kill each other.

The first members of her crew were Sirius, Hydra and Rodion. The three of them lived together in a small house; two siblings and their cousin. She didn't have a hard time convincing them to join - they eagerly wanted to leave their old lives behind. Just like that, Athena found herself with an extremely talented navigator, Sirius; a loyal boatswain, Rodion; and a good wanna-be doctor and potion expert, Hydra.

Somewhere along the line, she found Michael, a sweet Lycanthrope eager to be accepted somewhere, for once in his life. He wasn't able to turn down the position of cook.

After him, came Darty. They were a massive sight to behold; with long wavy hair and pretty eyes, a beautiful smile. They liked to sit around and play music, to keep spirits up during long days lost at sea, under the scorching sun. At night, the crew likes to sit around them, hearing their songs and dancing about, to pass time.

After that, Athena came across an interesting bunch; they called themselves Peculiars. She remembered how her crew was captured and schedule to meet the gallows - and then those kids came out of nowhere, causing a rockus that let them escape the hands (and guns) of the Royal Navy. She gadly took them in; cabin boys and girls that would bring Blithe even more life with their energy - it was different from how the Gods acted, they were mortal after all and wouldn't mind living each day to their fullest.

Hugh and Fiona where inseparable; the bee boy and flower girl. They were always together, like shadows; he was the only person with whom she'd speak, in german, and he'd gladly translate it out. Nothing could stand between them.

Then Emma, a withy, red-headed pyrocinetic girl, full of stupid courage and a big ego. She was a leader and it showed; the person who kept them together and pushed them forward during hard times.

Brownyn was like a mom. She had strenght - no, really, that was her whole thing. She prided herself in helping or protecting others and keeping her eyes on the two youngest: Claire and Olive.

Then Millard, the invisible boy, who initially followed Hydra's every step. He was a joke, really, being a walking Encyclopedia of knowledge. Sometimes, he could be found near Natasha, the light-eater, and Juni, who had an amazing hearing.

After then, came Seamus, Dean and Pangey (who dragged Peggy along, much for the dogs delight). They were somewhere in the army during World War 2 - but Athena couldn't care less for what they did.

The two last of that bunch where Horace and Enoch. Two boys who would not stop bitchin' about everything; especially cranky ol' En, who found himself adopting Olive as a younger sister and then being both adopted by Rodion as his children.

There was Wolfgang, a quiet man who ran away from prison and made his home in the middle of that strange bunch. The crew met him around the same tine they met Theodore, Archie and Toby - the trio almost never came along with the ship, but they were a part of Blithe all the same.

She only knew that when Sam stepped away from his Captain deal, he immediately found himself being the ship's Master Gunner - no one would be better suited to take care of Blithe's artillery anyway. Sometimes the crew fells like he's the one truly in charge.

Dean, Sam's own personal shadow, prided himself on his vision and precision; the man was a sniper and kept his own title when he became part of the crew. Athena felt like if the man had enough beers and guns, he could rip through basically everything - courage and dumbassery were two things he had too much of.

Last of the three, Pangey or Pangea. She kept to herself, most of the time, rarely comming out of her shell - but always there to help. When she came, Hydra wasn't all that happy to share her medical position, but the two quickly got along, like mother and daughter.

Finally, Jeremy. The Captain. The man that once tried to hang Athena was now the one who leaded her ship. She lived for the drama. Which was all she was about to get.

"ENOCH JAMES O'CONNOR, MAKE THAT THING PUT MY DOG DOWN, WILL YA?", Pangey snapped, making the First Mate look down from her crow's nest, curious, both wings open at her side; if things got out of hand, she could just sweep down and shove one of them into the icy water.

Peggy was hanging in the air, smilling and wagging her whole body, not smart enough to get that she was dangling just above the ocean. In the mouth of a monster, no less.

"Wha'? They're playin'! Look at 'er, she's lovin' it!"

"Don't you make me shove your face down a barrell of rum! Make your... thing... get off of her!" The woman was angry. Actually, it looked like it was the angrier she's ever been. And it amused Enoch. "Lis'en here, ye bri'ish shmuck, release my fucking dog or I'll gadly put a hole through your brain!"

"He doesn't have one!", Hugh laughed, getting a death glare from the boy. "What? Am I lying, Enoch?"

Enoch scoffed, trying to make it look like he wasn't offended. The thing Pangey was mad about was Pax, his not-so-little companion. It was a big monster, to be fair, whith dozens of tongues and sharp teeth, loads of eyes and a not really friendly face either - he resembled somewhat a two-headed calf. And, to make things worse, he was invisible to most people aboard Blithe, safe from Enoch himself and Athena.

It was typically a monster that'd gladly kill everyone on that ship, but Enoch was certain he had that thing under control; looking at it now, with Peggy dangling in the air, Pangey couldn't bring herself to believe him.

"Speak to it. Make it put my dog back on the ship."

"Whyyyy? He isn't hurting her!"

"ENOCH, I WILL HURT YOU!" And she was yelling again, fighting the thought of grabbing her pistol and ending him here and now. She usually hated using firearms, but carried one anyway for self-defense since the war. And she usually refrained from hirting people, but Enoch was getting on her nerves and playing with her precious baby. She was about to go ballistic.

"Enoch, listen to Pangea", Seamus said, standing against the main mast. "Don't you think you got enough threats by now, emo bitch?"

He looked over at the man, startled. He didn't think he was watching and, well, Enoch usually kept his annoyance to himself near the guy. Seamus frightened him. Finally, he decided to stop Pax's plan of maybe dumping Peggy in the ocean.

Stop. Down., was really all he needed to do for the beast to let go of Pegs, who looked very happy to be on her feet again. She looked behind her, to where she knew was her big and scary friend. Why am I back? Weren't we playing?

Pax growled, sitting and letting his tongues wander off again, messing with the dogs fur. She quickly got in a playfull stance and both of them ran off - obviously, every one of Pax's steps felt like the ship was gonna break in two.

Pangey crossed her arms, staring down at Enoch. "Don't you have anything to tell me?"

"Like what?", he shook his shoulders. "I'm not sorry for anything, it's not my fault they were playing!"

"Oh, really? Because I think that not doin' anything about my dog being held up above the icy ocean by a killing machine that only you can give instructions to is something you should be really sorry for!"

"Cut it, you two", Sam interveined again, putting himself between the two. "Enoch, fuck off, please?"

"Ugh... fine!", he stomped his way onto one of the lower decks, fumming as he went. Like a spoilled little brat.

"I can't stand him anymore", Pan let out, now focused on her friend. "We've been stuck together for too long."

"No one can stand him", corrected Sam, a little more playful. "Cheer up, it's almost Holiday season. Maybe we can light him on fire."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

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It didn't take more than one or two days for Dean, sitting on watch, to yell about land. No one besides him could see it yet, but Sirius was happy to keep Blithe's course. She creaked as the waves hit her side, being compelled forward by the wind on her sails. She was a good ship - or, and everyone would die on this hill, the best one to ever set sail.

The bay in which she sled to was awfully familiar and as she anchored beside some small fishing boats, her crew made all the needed preparations to step on land and finally acess the damage on her side, which slowly but surely was letting enough water in that she was even more tilted to the side.

"Hmmm, this place smells so good!", Hydra was jumping up and down in place, looking at the town in front of her. It was a fishing village somewhere along the state of Amapá, just south of the French Guiana. Hydra was right about the smell; it came from the foodstands along the shore - and she was happily one of the first to make her way towards it when the gangplank was lowered.

"Alright, there's a hole on the bow and it'll need fixing. Rodion, you come with me so we can find some locals and get materials. Athena, you'll come too; we need a good enough translator", Jeremy was firm, eyeing her up so she wouldn't sneak away. "Sam, you're in charge. Get these guys working on gathering more food and water. Remember, no stealing this time; or the locals won't be of any help."

"Yes, sir!", Seamus was quick and went right to work as the three went in search of some help. He gathered the crew, assigning each of them with their tasks for the day - some would get food, others water, medicine, new blankets and cloth. He figured Fiona would be of use gathering fruits and vegetables, seeing as they were on land.

With everything sorted, he turned to supervising the deeds - apart from going up the mast to see if Brownyn was doing alright with the sails. He wasn't exactly fond of the altitude.

Lady Blithe was enormous in comparision to the other ships in the bay - and her black sails and pirate flag, with a crow's skull engraved on it, made a lot of heads turn her way, curious. That village was probably never visited by pirates, as they didn't sound any church bells to warn the people of incoming danger. Still, whatever authorities in the town where alert; it could be a trap, for all they knew.

Blithe and her crew didn't mind the stares. They were indeed strangers who didn't speak the native language, for Gods' sake. The stories told talk of bloodthirsty monsters firing cannonballs all over, burning whole cities to the ground in search of goods soon-to-be stolen. What the locals found was nothing like that.

Hydra couldn't help but notice the small little decorations here and there as she walked, not knowing anymore what was her original task. The houses had vases filled with red roses, orchids, horehounds, fire lilies and arum lilies. She smiled. Those were her flowers.

A few years ago she came to conclude that most people didn't really believe in her anymore - or on the other Gods, for that matter. They had newer, better ones. She spent so long drifting away on the sea that she was disconnected from the mortals; it was with it in mind that she made her way inside a little temple made for her.

Hydra hated her role when she was a kid. She always wanted to be normal, like her cousins - which child would like to have their career all planned out? She cursed Imbatwa, Ozymandias and all the Gods she could muster the name off. She didn't want to be know, to be important or to be some kind of role model.

What kind of Family Goddess she would be, if hers was a comically large mess? What kind of Marriage Goddess was she, if every one of her relationships ended badly? Her own child didn't really like her, so how could she be the symbol of motherhood and childbirth? It was only right for her to run away from all that and live amongst a crew of other people just as broken as her.

Some of them were also Gods who had rotten in their own minds. That was the thing that got them together in the first place. If the Goddess of Death and Feeedom, of all things, wasn't cursed to be forever chained to the ocean, nothing would be the same.

"Your Highness came to pay us a visit...? Give us your blessing...?", some old woman stood beside one of the back doors, wearing the garments of a priest. She didn't seem impressed in seeing the Goddess herself stand in the middle of her church.

She felt strange staring at the depiction of herself at the back of the temple. It was a scarlet ibis with open wings, to gladly take in those in need.

Some people would go all their lives without a single bit of recognition, while she had temples and statues and holidays made for her just because... she was born. It always felt wrong. The Godhood thing. Like it was a piece of clothing that didn't quite fit.

"Oh. I didn't see you there..." Hydra was saying, ready to go away, but she simply couldn't bring herself to.

"You are a troubled one, child"

Child? Granted that woman looked like she had some good 70 years, but Hydra was older. Why was she being called a child?

"I heard your steps and thought it was one of the villagers, not the One for whom this temple was built". She still stood there, curious as to what in the world was Hydra doing. "People usually come to me for help. What can I do for you, my Goddess?"

"Hydra. My name is Hydra. Please... please, use it."

"As you wish."

Both of them stared into each others eyes. Hydra felt compelled to start talking, but she didn't. Originally, when she was in a temple, it was to listen to others and not herself.

"We missed you, dear", the elder said as she got closer, leaning on a cane to help her stand. "We've been having a couple of rough years since you left".

Since I left to sea and started ignoring you, Hydra couldn't stop that train of thought, feeling some kind of guilt. She couldn't lie to anyone: she ran away so she didn't need to heed to her responsabilities.

"We won't blame you", the elder added, as if reading Hydra's mind. "Gods are trapped in their jobs, liking it or not. The ship in the harbor is what brings peace to you lot, isn't it?"

"Hum... yeah. She does."

"Then you shouldn't feel guilty for how us, mortals, handle ourselves."

"Are you giving me a life lesson?", Hydra inclined her head a bit.

"It depends. Do you need one?"

She didn't immediately answer, caught off guard by that priest. "How may I call you?"

"Maria de Lurdes", was the answer. "But I won't mind anything you desire to call me, my Godde- uh... Hydra."

Hydra made her way to the stained glass, depicting amazing stories that run wild. She could only make up Blithe's blurry sillouete from afar. "Why didn't you ring the bells?"

"You weren't gonna hurt us."

"How could you be so sure?" Hydra turned her head a bit, just enough to see the woman from the side of her eye. "We had sails full dressed and the flag blowing."

"Yes. The black flag, not a red one." Maria sat on one of the benches, tired. "The black Jolly Roger means lives will be spared if there's surrender... the red one, well..."

She was right. And both of them also knew that a ship so tilted it was almost rolling over was not exactly a good enough vessel to raid a village.

"Anyway, I just felt you wouldn't attack."

"What?"

"I could feel it. I'm a old woman, Miss Hydra, my gut doesn't lie." Maria smiled. "You aren't like normal pirates, are you? I can see it on your face. You guys are just like Robin Hood, right?"

Hydra liked the woman; she was quick to guess things and was almost always right. The Goddess nodded. "Yeah... just like Robin Hood... mostly."

"What will you be doing during your Holiday?"

Hydra stopped. It's been years since she last took part on any celebrations; her friends usually stayed alone partying while she took refuge anywhere quiet. This year she thought would be the same - yes, she celebrated with them the other Holidays, but her own? It was off her schedule.

Apart from her and Sirius' birthday, which she always took part - even if against her will, just for her brother -, the Night of Libero Sanctis was the only other Holiday in her name and she couldn't bring herself to participate. She had lied to herself just enough so she believed that it was a waste of her time. The New Year was better anyway and it was only some days later.

December 28th could be absolutely scrapped off of her calendar.

"I'll stay in bed. Probably reading, I don't have anything else to do", she finally said, the words hung heavy in her tongue.

"Pardon me, but that's bullshit."

"Excuse me?", Hydra turned to Maria, confused. "How so?"

"Not hoving anything else to do. That is bullshit."

The Goddess simply waited, perplexed. That woman had some guts, she had to admit. And, to be fair, Hydra really needed to be beaten with a dead cat 'till it started meowing, so she could come to her senses.

"What about your family?" Maria asked.

"I don't really think they appreciate me being alive, if I may be honest", she spoke carefully, still processing. "Actually, I believe they would be more than happy to receive a letter declaring my death on the 28th."

"Not your blood family, darling. The ship's one."

"Oh."

Hydra felt her wings become tense. Right. Maria was talking about Blithe. She felt so stupid.

"Won't you stay with them?", the elder asked. "My grandkids will come visit me. We'll have a whole celebration here in the temple... what about you?"

"Uh... I guess... it doesn't really matter...?"

"Matters, yes. It should, at the very least."

Hydra kept still as the old woman stood and very slowly made her way to the back of the temple, just to come back some time later holding something.

It was a lantern. One of those that floats when you light it on fire. It had little flame engravings on the side, along with a pretty depiction of a flower. Hydra felt a chill down her spine as she understood - Maria was giving that to her.

"My Goddess, would you be so kind as to light this lantern on your night..?", she asked, bowing her head. "If not for you, then maybe for us?"

Hydra was left speechless for a moment. Then accepted the gift.

"I'll think about it, miss Lurdes."

She turned to go, feeling like it was already late - and soon enough someone would be at her tail nagging her about not doing her assigned tasks. As she went, she heard the woman pray:

"May all the Gods stand by you."

Hydra smiled a little. They already stood - or at least the ones that really mattered to her did.

"Same for you, lady."

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[hannaswritingblog]

Heya, congratulations for reaching 200 followers 🎉 May I request a male ship for Narnia, Stranger Things, and Gotham? 💘

My Current Favorite Song: Given-Taken by ENHYPEN ('twas a close fight in between Pink Venom by BLACKPINK but I stumbled upon these boys instead, they're just more than talents and visuals 💗 plus Nishimura Riki issa bae)

Favorite Color(s): Black, Navy Blue, Violet, Azure Blue, Magenta, Silver...Galaxy color palette ykyk

Random Fact: I always got an assumption of being soft girly girl, but I give an effeminate tomboy archetype cause' girly stuffs aren't cup of my tea

Hey! It's good to have you here. Thank you so much for participating! 💜 I know I kept you waiting for a while, but I hope you don't mind and you'll like what I wrote for you!

I ship you with...

...Caspian!

💘 Your favourite colors remind Caspian of a night sky - as you said yourself, it's really a galaxy palette - and wanting you to be able to enjoy them, he'll often take you on his journeys to different lands where they are visible as clear as ever and completely natural. Caspian could be one of the people who assume you're soft and girly, maybe this is what had his attention, but he doesn't mind you actually being more of a tomboy and not enjoying girly things. It might even be something that helps you connect when you get to know each other better, as you're more likely to enjoy activities that he does and discovering the world together.

...Will Byers!

💘 Your favourite song makes me think of someone troubled, lost and often misunderstood even by his loved ones, which Will definitely is. Appreciating such songs helps you undestand his struggles and you can become his light in a dark. He also doesn't mind you being more of a tomboy, however it probably isn't something he actively thinks about or even tries to understand. Will just knows you're different from what people expect you to be and it creates a special bond between you.

...Bruce Wayne!

💘 Bruce also embodies the message of your favourite song I mentioned above, although I think it's in a slightly different, I would say - more powerful way; his troubles are the thing that motivates him to protect Gotham and protect you. More than he would be searching for you as his source of light, you can search for good in the world together. It takes him a while how to approach you since his instinct would be to treat you as a 'regular girl' and you're not exactly that, but with time he'll only grow to appreciate your strenght that comes with how you're perceived and how you're actually are.

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