#pocket compass with sundial

[ltwilliammowett]

Portable equinoctial sundial, by Ludwig Theodatus Müller (1710-1770) - Augsburg, Germany - mid-18th century

[acrosscenturiesandgenerations]

▪︎ Pocket compass and sundial.

Artist/Maker: Michael Butterfield (1635-1724)

Place of origin: Paris, France and England

Date: early 18th century

Medium: Engraved silver, engraved brass

[pissfaggot-transsexual]

OK in my search for the pocket watch i also found several other cool things i own :D

firstly, the promised watch

lookit this funky guy go, i got it from a church over in England which i think is cool, i own a bit of god which means I'm better than him. awesome.

then i found my compass/sundial thing, i still haven't figured out exactly how to use compasses but I'll get it one day

und finalmente chose, a cool leather journal that i am yet to do anything in cause it's swag as fuck

(@bugsoda)

[melody-smith-pond]

What do you get a man who has almost anything and everything he could ever want. That was the problem with buying her husband his main gift for Christmas, but she thought she had finally found the perfect thing. A small pocket-sized sextant that was also a sundial and a compass. This would allow him to calculate the time of wherever he was, as long as there was a sun in the sky. It would also allow him to use celestial bodies to calculate where in space he was. And the compass would allow him to know the magnetic fields of where he was. After having it personalized for him she wrapped it up and placed a card in the box with it reading. "To my darling husband. Time and space have never kept us apart for long but hopefully with this to help guide you when the Tardis can't those times apart will be shorter. Love Always River" Slipping the parcel under the console for him she left to go meet Jenny, her stepdaughter, for drinks and more Christmas shopping.

[squidinkarchives]

1921 Ansonia SUNWATCH pocket sundial

Billed as the "Tickless Timepiece", this dual compass and sundial comes with a table of latitudes for even more accurate time telling wherever you happen to be (as long as you know where you are, at any rate). Simply face the needle due north, get in a sunny place, and hope you read up on how to get the time.

Source: Amelia, Ohio Style Up the World

[1greenameba]

fun fact : 

for a while there where pocket sundials 

the string is the gnomon ( the part of the sundial that casts the shadow) and the compass was because you where supposed to point them northward , these are called dipyitch sundials , and they are not the only type of portable sunidal 

this is a ring sundial that is valid only for a certain latitude , and i think has a time equation meaning it shows clock time instead of sun time ...

but we can do better 

this can’t be worn on the finger , but it can tell you the time anywhere on earth , granted you need to know the time of year and the latitude ,  but it doesn’t use any battery , only the sun ! 

it’s also for sale and the makers also says how it works  https://www.pocket-sundial.com/pages/how-it-works-sundial

all i want for crismas is a sundial reneissance pls 

alternate universe where portable computing devices your carry in your pocket are considered to be a continuation of the pocket watch and not the the mobile phone, and so 'smartwatch' to them means what 'smartphone' does to us

[les8ean]

art by @regal-bones - original post for above gif - Posted with permission

The Dimensional Pocket Knife

Need a screwdriver? a pen? Maybe a crowbar to open that locked chest? Say no more, the Dimensional Pocket Knife has all you need and more!  ...Well, most of the time.

The Dimensional Pocket Knife starts with 5 charges, and at the end of each day restores 1D4 +1 charges (to a max of 5). Upon use, a player can try to pull a tool of their choice from the pocket knife. They must roll a WIS saving throw, against the DPK's DC of 13. On a successful roll, the player draws the tool they desire. On a failure, the player instead rolls a D100, and draws the corresponding tool from the below list. (NOTE: the DPK works using the rules of Hammerspace, and so can draw tools much bigger than itself from it’s body, e.g, a spear, a crowbar, etc. The DPK itself is the size of a standard pocket knife)

Downloadable version of the below table

1 - Whatever tool the player desires, but a mimic 2 - Ladle 3 - Lockpick 4 - Telescope 5 - Knife 6 - Fork 7 - Spoon 8 - Scissors 9 - Crowbar 10 - Toothbrush 11 - Hairbrush 12 - Ink Pen (ink not included) 13 - Ink Pen (ink included) 14 - Wrench 15 - Hammer 16 - Flute 17 - Handsaw 18 - Pliers 19 - Chisel 20 - Ruler 21 - Trowel 22 - Shovel 23 - Allen Key 24 - Screwdriver - (Head type is randomly chosen by DM) 25 - Wire Cutters 26 - Paintbrush 27 - Toothpick 28 - Hatchet 29 - Nail File 30 - Lighter 31 - Hand Drill 32 - Salt Shaker 33 - Pepper Shaker 34 - Umbrella 35 - Whip 36 - Tuning Fork 37 - Baton 38 - Tree Branch 39 - Spatula 40 - Frying Pan 41 - Can Opener 42 - Bottle Opener 43 - Key - (roll a d10, on a nat10, the key opens the door it is inserted into. On a nat1, the key becomes jammed, and must be forcefully removed from the DPK. In this event, the key cannot be rolled again (i.e, cannot be drawn from the DPK). On any other roll, the key fails to open the door.) 44 - Handfan 45 - Longsword 46 - Dagger 47 - Bell 48 - Grappling Hook 49 - Magnifying Glass 50 - Pickaxe 51 - Fishing Rod (Bait not included) 52 - Whistle 53 - Broom 54 - Mop 55 - Tankard 56 - Bubble Wand 57 - White Flag 58 - Compass 59 - Mirror 60 - Teapot Spout - (The spout pours a random liquid of the DMs choice) 61 - Razor 62 - Whisk 63 - Bouquet of Flowers 64 - Bouquet of Dead Flowers 65 - Walking Cane 66 - 25ft of Rope 67 - Leash and Collar 68 - Binoculars 69 - Tentacle - (Tentacle moves of it's own accord, and does not respond to commands. It is neither hostile nor cooperative.) 70 - Feather Duster 71 - Wax Seal - (Seal is an emblem of the DMs choice (family crest, city flag, etc)) 72 - Extending Grabber - (Has a max reach of 1D10ft) 73 - Sickle 74 - Rapier 75 - Slingshot 76 - Tweezers 77 - Adze 78 - Drawing Compass 79 - Awl 80 - Metal File 81 - Mallet 82 - Hole Punch 83 - Sextant 84 - Calipers 85 - Whetstone - 86 - Tongs 87 - Gouge 88 - 2ft of Colourful Ribbon 89 - Icecream Scoop 90 - Meat Skewer 91 - Thermometer 92 - Small Sundial 93 - Fly Swatter 94 - Smoking Pipe 95 - Scalpel 96 - Spear 97 - Crab Claw - (Crab Claw moves of it's own accord, and does not respond to commands. It is neither hostile nor cooperative.) 98 - Vegetable Peeler 99 - Pinwheel 100 - Butchers Knife

[english-history-trip]

Two fragments of 17th century ivory compasses found in the Thames by Lara Maiklem, alongside a complete example from the Greenwich Maritime Museum. The little device features multiple measuring elements, including functioning as a pocket sundial.

[jinglerat]

once more to see you (part 3)

Fandom: TLoVM, Critical Role

Pairing: Percy x Fem!Reader

Word count: 1701

a/n: this took a while because of my work. but i finally got to move the tension a little bit forward! whooo!

tag for @bollur my dear

There’s always a learning curve with new terrain. But in places like these, filled with fine steel and tools and practical knowledge, conquering that curve is just a little easier. Percy knows that he can just ask the groundskeeper if he needs anything. Still, he prefers treading new water alone. And it’s a calming ordeal to rifle through many, many drawers.

He had to find Grog to get Bad News and the rest of his tools from the bag of holding. Bad News got jammed in a brief encounter on the way to Creekside. And if Vox Machina is going to do some business at the behest of the council, it wouldn’t be fair to go without a working Bad News. Percy begins disassembling his gun to replace one of the mechanisms and sets to work.

At noon, Keyleth comes knocking at the workshop. She pops her head through the open doorway to check if anyone else is inside.

“Percy, we gotta go to the council,” she says, fully stepping inside when she sees he’s alone. “Need any help?” she asks, looking pointedly at his currently unorganized desk. He reassembles Bad News with a final click.

“Actually, yes. I do need some help,” Percy replies. He puts his coat back on, slings Bad News on his back, and pats his side instinctively to check his pepperbox. Still there. He takes his used plate and walks out of the workshop with Keyleth, leaving the door unlocked as instructed.

Percy makes his way back to the kitchen, Keyleth walking by him. But he stops abruptly by the small sundial podium.

“What’s this?” Keyleth asks. She walks around, lowering her eyes down to the dial’s level. The grooves of the metal glinting where the sun hits its surface. The time is correct, it is noon, but considering the time it showed him earlier in the day, this sundial was probably installed at noon, but the finer adjustments have made other times appear earlier or later than normal.

“It’s a rudimentary timekeeper that’s set-up wrong.” Percy fishes a compass from one of his pockets. “Keyleth, can you shift this podium around so it points …,” he pauses with the compass in his palm, waiting for the needle to steadily point at north. “Umm… there.” He uses his hand holding the plate to point at what is supposedly the north of the Manor.

Keyleth, with a slightly confused look at her friend, says, “Oooh-kay. Sure, Percy.” She steadies both her feet and tries to shift the ground to have the sundial point in the exact direction Percy pointed at. “Is that good?”

Percy looks again at both the compass and the sundial to double check the accuracy. “Looks good.” He looks pleased with himself. “Come on,” he says and continues walking back to the kitchen to return his plate.

“What was that about?” Keyleth asks a few steps after Percy hands the head housekeeper his used utensils and they walk out to the front of the Manor.

“The plate or the sundial?” he replies, as if it’s the most normal response in the world.

“A sundial?”

They’ve met up with most of Vox Machina at the foyer of the Manor. Grog has Pike on his shoulders, Scanlan’s just finished tuning his lute, and Vax dusting off his boots. Vex is likely fetching Trinket from the stables.

“Did you catch Percy having fun with the lady of the house?” Vax asks Keyleth, straightening up and wiggling his brows at Percy. It’s not immediately noticeable but the tips of Percy’s ears flush a little.

“Percy was alone in the workshop. But I did help him fix that sundial thingy behind the kitchen,” Keyleth answers earnestly, quite impervious to the death glare Percy gives Vax’ildan.

“They went out after breakfast and I promised I’d help them tune up the sundial in the back.”

“Oh, I just assumed because you were so eager to follow them out of the kitchen earlier,” Vax teases.

“Percy’s making moves on the host,” Scanlan taunts in a sing-song voice.

“Please,” Percival scoffs, pushing his glasses up to the bridge of his nose. “I’m simply being a well-mannered guest. Unlike you, Scanlan.”

“What did I do?” the bard replies, feigning an incredulous look, a smirk he can’t quite hide creeping through his lips.

“Asking for a brothel during breakfast is surely a great way to assure our host of our outstanding decorum,” Percy retorts.

“He’s right, Scanlan,” Vex appears across the Manor’s threshold, with Trinket a couple of feet behind her, waiting for the rest of the party. Percy looks a little smug with her taking his side in this petty argument.

Scanlan starts making his way out of the Manor. “But—where else are we gonna ask for information? Taverns are a trove of shady people!” he throws his hands up to emphasize his point.

“And whorehouses!” Grog adds, following him out to the courtyard.

Vax walks over to Trinket to give him a big rub on his chin. “The only shady people in those places are you and Scanlan,” he says. “Isn’t that right, Trinket?” The rest of the group walk out and make their way on the road heading to town.

“Oh nevermind that. We’re supposed to be at the council already. Let’s move along,” Vex coaxes at Trinket to move a little faster, but it’s obviously for everyone else too. They’re definitely running late.

Grog and Vax are leading the way, with Pike on Grog’s shoulders. Scanlan and Keyleth are having a conversation on their own, with Trinket just behind them. Vex and Percy are, as usual, bringing up the rear.

Vex leans a little towards Percy, lowers her voice, and says “Darling, I don’t want to accuse you of anything,” she starts, “but you did look quite excited this morning.”

Percy keeps his face straight as he can. He looks at Vex without turning his head. Vex’ahlia is one of two people who know him more than he would like. She can read the smallest change in his manner and she’ll know what he’s thinking. If he was to keep his emotions in check, having Vex tease him over a little crush would be a sure way to steamroll his feelings into something else he wasn’t ready to reckon with. He barely managed to wriggle out of Keyleth asking him about the sundial earlier.

He tries to keep his voice as innocent as he can. “What are you insinuating?” he whispers back, still keeping his head forward.

“Nothing!” Vex teases, her voice giving away the fact that it’s not nothing. And Percy knows her too well and recognizes this. He’s not out of the woods yet. She continues, “Just, you know, don’t break any hearts while we’re in town.” Vex elbows his side and winks at him, then speeds up her gait to catch up with Trinket, leaving Percy behind.

Percy knows protesting further would only make the case for his admiration for Creekside’s renowned wizard and craftsman a little too dubious. Though, he is loath to admit this, he fixed that sundial in the hopes that you would throw another smile at him later.

—

You return to the Manor after a long day’s work with the council and townsfolk. You know Vox Machina is still out of the Manor. They stopped by the council earlier to get the specifics of their quest here in Creekside, then went on their way doing what they do best.

You catch the last light of day as you make your way back to your workshop. From a couple of feet away, you notice the soil at the base of the sundial has been shifted a little. Maybe Enton retouched the ground to even it out, you think. I’ll have to ask him about it tomorrow. Until you step closer to the sundial pillar and notice the shadow isn’t where it was yesterday, two hours after midday when it’s already late in the afternoon. The shadow on the dial is at the spot where it should be.

You hold your breath for a second, your brain taking the time to wrack its contents. A small pit opens in the bottom of your stomach, making you reel a little. It’s not unpleasant, but it is unfamiliar.

Keeping the Manor running after your father passed meant that you had an ample number of servants helping you throughout the day. But that’s all for the best of everyone living in the Manor. Carinne fed everyone, Enton kept the grounds decent, and the rest of the house staff live just as much as they work in Creekside. People don't do things "just because." Not anymore. No one can afford such a luxury.

A slow suspicion about who could have changed the direction of the sundial creeps into your brain. You’re almost certain you know who did this, but admitting it to yourself, even just in your thoughts, proves to be difficult. All reason dictates it must have been Percival. But for some reason, you hold yourself from assuming this to be true. Your lips tighten, your back straightens, and you continue walking to your workshop.

There’s barely enough light when you enter the place. You light the hearth and settle down at your work table. Some of Percival’s tools are a mess on his desk. I didn’t think he’d be disorganized, you catch yourself thinking. The pit in the bottom of your stomach has a name now—denial.

Frustrated, you throw your spellbook and focus a little too roughly on the desk. This isn’t the time to fancy a guest, you scold yourself. A guest that’s going to leave in two short weeks.

“Whatever,” you mutter to yourself, stoking the fire in the hearth for the night ahead. Those bracers aren’t going to enchant themselves. You open your spellbook next to a pair of well worn bracers and furiously get to work, filling that pit of denial with whatever you can to make it go away.

In the morning, you wake in the workshop to find the hearth still aflame—

and the blanket you used to keep in a drawer suddenly draped over you.

You smile despite yourself. Oh no.

PART 1 PART 2

[anon-writer]

Ghosting

Chapter 1

TW: Mentions of drowning/potential drowning, Hypothermia, Water, slight violence

A/n: No beta we die like men. I'm going to make a post explaining my recent absence if you are interested just check my blog.

Parts: Index Prelude Chapter 1 Chapter 2

The sundial read that it was about the early morning when Y/n left the library. For the first time in 4 summers, they were able to go outside and explore the world. Using a compass and a few old maps that were laying around, they were able to mark the location of the abandoned library on a small portable Map. Y/n packed for the small trip by having pieces of chalk to mark trees or any rocks to leave an additional trail.

“Maybe I should head back soon,” the ghost muttered to themself. Y/n had been walking nearly a third of the day. They had continuously walked north and only walked west when met with rivers or any large bodies of water they had come across while traveling. However, this time Y/n decided to follow the river's stream. It was a spontaneous decision from the ghost and unbeknownst to the ghost, it would open pandora’s box.

⸻ ⸻ ⸻ ⸻ ⸻ ⸻ ⸻ ⸻ ⸻

“Dream,” A whiney voice exclaimed. A blonde-haired boy visibly shaking with only a red baseball t-shirt to provide him warmth from the cold arctic snow. The boy only received a small chuckle from the man on the boat. The boy then makes his way to a small pocket of water near him without breaking eye contact with the man.

Once the boy reaches the small pocket he allows himself to be submerged in the icy dark blue depths. To his annoyance, the man on the boat leaves his boat to rescue the boy from drowning. The man drops the boy a meter away from the small pocket of water and returns to the boat.

Thinking the man was going to leave, the boy tries to make his way back to the pocket of water. Only to stop when he sees the shadow of the man looming over him. From the corner of the boy’s eye, he can make out what had seemed to be a red bed just under a tree.

“Sleep in the bed.”

“No”

The man huffed and decided to take matters into his own hands. Lifting the boy up and carrying him to the bed. The boy kicked and try to weasel his way out of the man’s grasp but the burning sensation starts to kick in all over his body.

“Your cheating,” the boy snarled. The man just simply dropped the boy and distanced himself only a bit to make sure the boy slept.

“Sleep or I’ll ban you.” The man readjusted his mask. “And leave bed here.”

“Leaf bed?” The boy was already grinning, despite his body feeling as if it was on fire he was not ready to give up yet his shenanigans. “Uh, Dream. What’s a leaf bed?”

“This is childish Tommy”

“ThIs Is ChIlDiSh, I’m Dream look at me.”

The two continued to bicker back and forth as another party gazed upon the scene playing out in front of them. Y/n had not been spotted by the two but still made the effort to hide behind a tree nearby just outside the snowy biome.

It wasn’t their intention to eavesdrop on the two but the commotion was hard to miss. After wandering for a while they had stumbled upon a small snow biome on the same continent. Staying at a distance helped prevent them from being spotted but also a measure so they wouldn’t melt in the snow.

However, the ghost saw the man get farther away from view causing them to take a step closer to keep the man in view. That single step was all they needed as the carving on his mask became more apparent.

“Cornelius?”

[ltwilliammowett]

Brass pocket sundial and compass, Paris, 1692

[acrosscenturiesandgenerations]

▪︎Pocket compendium dial with sundial, compass, nocturnal, latitude list and calendar combined.

Maker: Humphrey Cole (1591 (d.))

London, England

Date: 1575

Medium: Brass gilt

[descendantofthesparrow]

Soulmate au! Countdown - Harry Hook x Reader -oneshot

soulmate au idea sent in by Anonymous 

=

Everyone in the world was born with a watch, not on their wrists or anywhere attached to them, just a simple watch that would appear when a new soul was born into the world. Doctors would blink, and suddenly, next to the new babe, was a watch.

A watch that had a set date of years, months, days, hours, minutes, and seconds until the new soul would meet their soulmate, the one destined to love them forever.

Some watches were simple ones, a simple leather band with a plain clock attached to go around their wrist. Some got more…exotic clocks, one person, whose soulmate was an astrologist, watch had planets instead of hands to tell the time.(luckily for the person, who didn’t know how to read the time by looking at planets, there was still a small digital timer in the middle just above the sun) some had intricately carved pocket watches, some had sundials.

Prince Ben’s watch had confused some people, being a pure gold and silver watch, rusted slightly (and unable to be buffed to perfection as so many tried) with a horned dragon decorating the top, the back engraved with thorned vines. It wasn’t till years later, as Ben locked eyes with Mal, the daughter of Maleficent, did the watches ticking stop (small A/N; Ben and Audrey don’t date since they know they aren’t meant to be already. Okay let's get back into it!)

Audrey’s watch hung off a silver necklace, the top cover being diamond-like glass that seemed to shine like magic. Her watch had stopped when she met Chad at only six months old, his rose gold wristwatch stopping at the same time.

Doug's watch, a gorgeous gold-plated pocket watch decorated with heart-shaped red rubies, had stopped when he first locked eyes with Evie, daughter of the Evil Queen, who for a small while had denied that her own watch had stopped ticking, and had only admitted it after she and her friends had proclaimed their decision to turn their backs on their parent's evil ways.

Most people your age had met their soulmate already, you knew some who had yet to meet theirs but mostly everyone had already been found.

Not that you personally knew that.

You hardly talked to anyone really, so how were you to know if someone had found their soulmate yet or not.

You were just a regular person in a school of the descendants of heroes and royalty, a loner at that. The only interesting about you was your watch.

It was a gorgeous gold watch with thin black paint under the gold curved detailing that looked like waves, surrounding the outer rim of the cover, with an anchor and a ship's steering wheel in the middle of the cover, the back was a carved compass, the entire thing connected to a strong bronze chain.

You admired it every day, excitement and anxiety running through you as every second passed. And those feelings were amplified recently.

The clock now read seven days, seven hours, eight minutes, and forty seconds. It was only that until you met your soulmate.

You only hoped they wouldn’t think you weren’t worth their time…as everyone else did.

-

Harry had been born with a pretty plain-looking pocket watch, smooth and silver metal protecting the gears.

You could imagine the surprise he felt when he finally opened it for the first time. The inner works of his watch were beautiful, the silver metal had turned to gold, curving details surrounded the hands and timer, a shining scale texture covered the inside of the cover, never leaving a residue on his finger when he traced it.

Many villain kids were told to never open their watches, being told that it was pointless to even look since they would never need their soulmate in the first place.

Some obeyed, some, like Harry, had gotten too curious and looked anyway, and some just looked because they could.

And Harry couldn't say he regretted looking, every day he grabbed his watch and popped it open, smiling as the ticking hands signified the ever-coming day of meeting his soulmate.

Like now, it read seven days, five hours, three minutes, and seven seconds. Coincidently, it matched the same day he would be going to Auradon prep, seven months after king Ben had invited the original four to Auradon.

His closest friend, Uma, had a plan to get the wand and do what the original four couldn’t. but Harry had another plan.

He wanted to meet his soulmate, he knew they couldn’t have been on the isle, he had met basically everyone on the isle, there was no other explanation than for his soulmate to be in Auradon.

He looked up from his watch to gaze at the bright lights of Auradon, his breath visible as he let out a sigh and leaned against the rails of the lost revenge. “you ready for next week?” he suppressed a flinch as Uma suddenly appeared next to him, joining him to look at  Auradon.

“aye” he simply muttered back, clenching his pocket watch in his hand. He looked away slightly as Uma turned towards him, her brow quirked.

“…you want to find them, don’t you?” Uma asked, turning back to Auradon and resting her chin in her hand.

Harry stayed silent.

Uma reached out and squeezed Harry's shoulder “I won't stop you from doing that, I know our parents told us that soulmates are bullshit but I could give less of a fuck, if you decide not to go through with everything because of them, I’ll leave you two alone…” Harry sighed in slight relief and turned to Uma.

“even if it would ruin yer plans?” Harry asked softly, laughing as Uma grumbled a bit.

“yeah yeah…if you’re happy im happy” Harry tossed his arm over Uma’s shoulder and pulled her into his side, grinning as she quietly complained at the hug.

“Thank yeh Uma” he whispered, closing his eyes as Uma sighed against him and hugged him back.

“you’re my best friend Harry, I would do anything for you” Harry smiled against her hair, squeezing her shoulder a bit before letting her go as she started to bat at his chest “Alright alright that’s enough, come on we got night shit to do” Harry snorted and shook his head a bit, grabbing his hat from the milk crate next to him and flipping it on, whistling slightly as he followed Uma off the ship.

-

You looked up from your summer history essay as a group of girls rushed up to the window, giggling to themselves as they pointed out whatever it was they were talking about.

‘oh right’ you mentally sighed, closing your book and packing it away, knowing that the study hall you were in was going to be filled with the laughter of these girls for who knows how long ‘the new vks’

You spared a glance back at the girls, sighing wistfully to yourself as they smiled amongst each other.

What you would give to have friends like that, but you had always been closed in on yourself and always froze up when someone tried to talk to you, that you had never gotten the chance to make friends.

You shrugged your bag over your shoulder and walked out of the study hall “where to go now” you whispered to yourself, taking out your pocket watch and smiling slightly at it, rubbing your thumb against the wheel before popping it open.

Six hours, forty-five minutes, and seven seconds.

You would meet your soulmate today.

You closed the watch and held it against your chest, letting out a giggly sigh and walking towards the other end of the dorms to get to the other study hall so you would write your essay in peace.

Behind you, you heard king Ben talking, taking a glance back you saw a flash of a scarlet red coat pass by the entrance to the hallway you had just entered. You brushed it off and looked back in front of you.

-

One and a half hours, ten minutes, and forty seconds.

Harry stared anxiously at his watch, his foot tapping rapidly against the floor of his new room. “you know if you just sit and stare at that thing it's not going to go any faster” Gil offered, setting his new laptop down and sitting next to Harry, reaching out to close the watch.

Harry blinked back into reality, pouting at Gil slightly. Gil just gave him a look and pushed the watch towards Harry's chest “sitting in here won't help you find them either, go explore or something, you might find them easier” Harry huffed and grabbed his watch, sticking it in his pocket and walking out of the room “you’ll thank me later!”

-

You groaned a bit as you rolled your shoulders, you had finished your essay, along with a handful of other projects, and had decided you needed a break. So it was off to your “secret” spot near the dorms, it was well hidden by the forest and you had to cross a hanging bridge to get to it so hardly anyone knew about it.

You shrugged off your top and pants, kicking off your shoes and setting everything next to your towel and watch before diving in.

Underneath the water your body shimmered, your legs turning to a transitioning (f/c) and (f/c) tail with a strong fabric-like tail, scales the same color as your tail appeared next to your eyes and trailed down your cheeks, your shoulders being covered as well.

You let out a soft sigh as you swam through the clear water, trailing your fingers across the smooth rocks that lay at the bottom of the lake.

You picked up a particularly shiny clear and black one, swimming back up to the surface and examining it, humming to yourself as you waded through the water.

-There once was a ship that put to sea/ And the name of that ship was the Billy o' Tea/ The winds blew hard, her bow dipped down/ Blow my bully boys blow-

You started to sing one of your favorite sea shanties aloud, closing your eyes and letting yourself drift across the surface of the lake as your voice echoed around you.

- Soon may the Wellerman come/ To bring us sugar and tea and rum/ One day, when the tonguing' is done/ We'll take our leave and go-

-

Harry sighed quietly as he walked around the grounds of Auradon prep, tubbing his thumb against the smooth metal of his watch as the comforting -tick tock- of its gears rang in his ears.

He sighed again as he stopped in the middle of a pathway, running his hand through his messy hair. He pulled out the watch and quirked his brow.

three minutes, forty seconds.

Suddenly something caught his attention, he turned his head towards the forest, his lips separating as a lovely drifted towards him.

He started walking towards it, entering into the forest and pushing past the bushes that covered the main path. He quickly walked over the hanging bridge that led him directly to a sparkly crystal-clear lake.

And wading in the water of that lake was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen or heard.

- No line was cut, no whale was freed/ An' the captain's mind was not on greed/ But he belonged to the Whaleman's creed/ She took that ship in tow -

As he walked closer to the mermaid, he didn’t notice the timer on the watch tick down to the seconds.

3…2...1.

Suddenly the mermaid looked up from their rock and gasped, her glowing (e/c) eyes locking with his ocean blue.

The ticking stopped.

The mermaid squealed in embarrassment and ducked under the water, Harry quickly snapped out of his stupor and ran towards the edge of the lake, kneeling at it and looking around for the mermaid who had suddenly disappeared. “where did yeh go?” he whispered, yelping and falling back on his butt as the mermaid suddenly popped up in front of his face and tried to reach for her items behind Harry.

He watched her struggle to reach toward them before she groaned and flopped on the ground, her top half lying pitifully on the dry ground as her tail angrily hit the surface of the water.

Harry let out a soft chuckle and looked behind him, spotting a gold pocket watch resting just next to a (f/c) towel, he glanced back at the mermaid for a moment before reaching out for the watch and gently handing it to the mermaid.

She quickly popped it open and gasped.

Harry watched as the mermaid just stared at her watch, then slowly look up at him. He took out his watch and popped it open, stopping as he realized the clock had stopped.

00:00:00:00:00:00 blinked rapidly

Harry looked back at the mermaid and turned his watch towards her. She reached out slightly, looking at him for permission to take it.

He pushed it into her hand and she set it next to her watch, a smile growing on her face as the blinking of the timers synchronized perfectly. Only soulmate watches could sync perfectly as they did.

She looked back up at Harry with a wide grin, Harry's heart fluttering like crazy as she did.

“I found you” she whispered in the most melodic voice, squeaking a bit as Harry stood and started to strip out of his clothes “what are you doing?!” she yelled, pushing off the edge and diving down under the water a bit, only her eyes and the top of her head above the water.

“joinin’ yeh,” Harry responded simply, kicking off his shoes and pants and tossing them aside with his shirt, jacket, and belts.

Once he was down to just his underwear, he jumped into the water next to his soulmate, closing his eyes as he sank into the surprisingly deep lake.

Almost immediately after he jumped in, arms wrapped around his waist and kept him afloat. Harry cracked open his eyes to see the glowing ones of his soulmate, their pupils slanted as they stared back at him.

Harry let a smile grow on his lips as he and his soulmate floated under the water. Then Harry's body proceeded to realize he was underwater and that he needed air.

His soulmate watched him look up, realize what he was doing, and grabbed his face. Harry looked at them and let out a muffled squeak as she leaned forward and pressed her lips to his.

He snapped his eyes shut and felt his face burn with a blush as she licked his lips and opened his mouth, breathing into him.

She pulled back and giggled, which oddly wasn’t muffled. Harry opened one of his eyes and pouted slightly as his soulmate covered her mouth with one of her hands as she laughed at his expression.

He took a breath to say something, but then realized he was breathing underwater. He gave her a wide-eyed look and she giggled again.

“mermaid kisses can let the person breath and speak underwater” her voice purred, grabbing his hands and pulling him up to the surface. Harry shook his head, smirking as his soulmate squealed a bit as the water droplets hit her.

“I’m Harry” Harry spoke first, swimming slightly closer to his soulmate and pressing a soft kiss to her cheek “Harry Hook.”

“(y-y/n) (l/n)” she squeaked slightly, Harry smirking at the heat that burned against his lips as he pressed another kiss to her cheek.

“I think” he pulled back and pressed a kiss to her other cheek “you and I are going to get along very well~” he purred, grinning as (y/n) set her forehead against his.

“whys that?” she hummed, pushing her lips together as Harry tightly wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her into him.

“a pirate and a mermaid? What's a better match than tha’?”

-end-

Short but sweet, might do another one of the suggestions! Thanks for reading!

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Places

Isolated Hidden Society

Cottage in the Woods

Throne Room

Circus

Laboratory

Academy

Orphanage

Labyrinth

Gardner

Desert

Tower

Underground/Netherlands

Ancient Ruins

Household

Temple

Lake

Forbidden Realm

Mountain/Vulcan

Waterfall

Roads and Paths

Sanctuary

Mine Lands

Abyss

Borders

Wastelands

Island

Cave

Cage

Tunnels

An Room (you could get locked, it could be cursed and you opened it)

An Chamber

Asylum/Mad House

Tomb

A Well

Dungeon

Prision (Tailor-Made one? An mental one?Alcatraz?)

Clock Tower

Pocket Dimension

Hidden/Isolated Realm

Promised Land

Haunted Castle

Possessive Paradise (that refuses to let you leave?)

An eldritch realm

An 'Dark'/Tainted/Cursed Land

A Dangerous/Bad Place

Toxic/Radioative/Dangerous Land

Frozen Land

Kingdom in the Sky 

Underground Prision or City

Enigmatic Castle

Magical Forest

Objects

Bridge

Train

Candle

Mask (key of power? Of madness? If someone removes it?)

Book

Key

Mirror

Stairs

Tree

Gates/Portal

Compass

Gloves

Collar

Letter

Diary

Forbidden Door

Rock

Map

Throne

Thermos

Urn/Box/Vase

Flowers

Hourglass

Sundial

Wand

Pocket Watch

Clock

Cards

Horn

Crown

Amulet

Chains

Soul Jar

Bells

Page

Sword

Helm

Shield

Pillar

Ring

Boat/Ship

Ark

Token

Symbol

An Fruit

Tears

Jewels

Antlers

Wings/Feathers

Bones

Carcass

Skull Head

Keepsake

Harp/Flute

Weregild

Music Box

Inventions

Muzzle

Rope

Statues, Monuments and Memorials

Treasure

Blindfold

Blunt Sword

Glasses/Lenses that see under glamour/illusion

Carriage

Other Things

Fire/Ice/Earth/Wind

Rain

Names

Song

Keystone

Riddles

Keystone Army

Hive Mind

Achilles' Heel

Power Limitator/Seal

Life Bonded to an Object (the lifespan? or it just controls you like the Dark One Dagger? Hortrux or the one Ring? Or like the Genie's Lamp? The Amok in Miraculous?)

Soul Bonds (some kind of bond or connection to a person? Object? Place? You feel the same pain?)

Brand

The Moon

The Sun

An Star

Barrier/Wall

A Pit of Vipers

Mark

Blood

Corpse

Aura

Seal

Fisher King

Genius Loci

Remains (of a creature? A thing? person?)

Scars (survived an tragedy? An magical sickness or curse? An branding of sorts? Lost an eye in an duel?)

Tatto (an writing maybe? An formula? An key? Proof of allegiance?)

Heart

Eyes

Heart Substitute/Eye Substitute (like a Clock, Scissors, a Jewel or Buttons, a supernatural substitute for any body part, the lack of one too)

Heart Drive

Forged with Magical Fire

Magical Cure

Hostile Terraforming

A Wall that active attack intruders

Magical Objects

Jewels

The Wall Around the World

A Place That Changed all the Time

Cursed (cut off) Body Part

[doctors-star]

Can you stay still for the next 20 min? (If this was meant as a prompt ask 😅)

“Okay - have you got it?”

“Yeah, you can - shift it to the left a bit, yeah - is that right your end?”

“Looks good to me.” Peter leans back very carefully, eyeballing along the length of the beam with half of his face scrunched up in a squint. Alex resists the urge to fidget the cold, heavy wood between his hands; there is a strong likelihood that, in seeking a better grip on the slippery, paper-like bark of the skinny silver birch trunk they are using as a rafter, he will in fact fumble with numb fingers and drop it through their half-built structure. Peter straightens up and grins at him. “Right. Now, you just hold that there, perfectly still, while I drill and fix this end - shouldn’t take too long, anywhere between-” he tilts his hands mock-thoughtfully, “-two minutes and three days. All right?”

Alex sends him a withering look, somewhat weakened by the smile he is valiantly attempting to fight from his face. “You may have twenty minutes, maximum,” he says sternly.

“Why twenty?” Peter asks, casting about him for the auger they’re using to bore holes in the rafters and peg them together. “And - I mean you no offence, mate, but you keep shifting the beam - can you stay still for the next twenty minutes?”

Peter starts to descend his ladder to hunt down the drill and Alex takes pity. “You tucked it in your belt.”

“Ah! And you told me it was a bad idea,” Peter acknowledges with the point of a finger, scrambling back up and fidgeting the large, curling length of very sharp iron out from the small of his back.

Alex tilts his head slightly. “I meant because you might fall on it and die, but yes, fine, also because you have no object permanence and would lose it.”

Peter snorts and aligns the auger carefully over the crossed beams, perpendicular to their length, before beginning to twist the handles that form the T-shape of the drill. They’re down to their loose white shirts, despite the biting cold, what with the hauling and lifting and boring and pegging. Alex can see the muscles across Peter’s shoulders shift and pull under the thin linen.

“Anyway,” he says, dragging his eyes away and fixing them on the birch between his palms. The wood is scarred and knotted by the vagaries of Welsh weather but straight and sturdy; the bark is peeling in tight coils of ghostly parchment. It judders in his hands with every wrench of the auger, so he focusses on simply holding it still. “You can only have twenty minutes, because lunch is at one and that’s in about twenty minutes - whereupon I will abandon this whole project, because I’m hungry.”

Peter huffs a laugh, silver in the winter air. “Oh, right,” he says, as though this is quite reasonable, “I understand. Twenty minutes it is, then - although you’ll have to count it out in your head, what with us being Stuart farmers in rural Wales and therefore not having access to such newfangled things as watches.”

Peter looks at him out of the corner of his eye, biting his lip. Alex assumes a suitably innocent expression in the face of this challenge. “Mm,” he agrees.

“After all, I assume that’s how you know it’s twenty to one - you’ve been counting the minutes since dawn.”

“Oh, no, I can read the time in the sky.” Peter looks sceptically at the thick duvet of cloud overhead - the light has remained the same weak greyness since the sun technically rose, though they’ve not seen it. Alex shuffles the log into one hand, moving his foot up one ladder rung to support its weight on his thigh, and fumbles the other hand in the small leather pouch attached to his belt. He lifts the modern stainless steel watch up to the sky and makes a show of squinting at it against the clouds, and then puts it away. “Twelve forty-five,” he says decisively, slowly creasing into a smile when Peter abandons the auger to put his face in his hands and laugh.

“The director’ll have your head for that,” Peter points out, amused, as he goes back to the drill with a fond shake of his head.

Alex shrugs. He can, it turns out, do without most modern conveniences: he’s become used to candlelight and going to bed early, he likes the food, he honestly hasn’t thought about television for about three months. They’re allowed enough bits of their old lives to keep them all healthy and sane, like toothpaste and regular phone calls to friends and family, but other than that they’ve been keeping to the period fairly religiously and Alex wouldn’t have it any other way.

It’s just - it turns out that, like how an explorer might like to keep a compass on them to know which way is north, Alex likes to know what time it is. Not for any particularly rational reason. There’s just a sort of comfort in knowing where he stands, temporally.

“Should have got you a pocket sundial for Christmas,” Peter says wryly, jimmying the auger back out of the wood with effort.

“A sundial? In Wales?” Alex objects mildly. “Peter, be serious.”

“Hah. Well, Stuart Welshmen managed somehow,” Peter points out, trotting swiftly down the ladder and fishing about in a basket for a peg long enough to pin the beam to the apex.

Before Alex can respond, there is a call from the farmhouse, and Ruth is waving at them as she picks her way through the frosted garden towards them. “Hello, boys - oh, this is going up well.”

Peter smiles shyly at her and pats the nearest upright of the latrine. “It’s good, yeah,” he says, turning the peg in his fingers with the other hand. It’s terribly sweet, this nervous adoration Ruth seems to inspire in him when she catches Peter off-guard. Sweet, and slightly embarrassing on Peter’s behalf, and very slightly inspiring of jealousy, as though Alex were five years old and sulky over Ruth stealing his best friend. He doesn’t like to examine that much.

“Slightly roofless,” Alex points out.

Ruth smiles, tilting her head back to look up the ladder at him, and the niggling, uncomfortable envy fades somewhat. “It’s al fresco,” she corrects cheerfully, and he grins. “It’s got walls, anyway, and this looks like your last roof beam, so it’s only slightly roofless.”

“You won’t say that when it rains,” Alex foretells, and she laughs.

“All right. I came out to tell you lunch will be in a minute, so if it’s at a point where you can leave it-”

“I’m letting go of this beam,” Alex tells Peter firmly. “I’m doing it.”

“You said twenty minutes,” Peter corrects, scrambling up the ladder.

“I said until lunch,” he says, steadying the beam carefully so that Peter can jam the peg in and shove at it with the heel of his palm. “It is now lunch, and I am no longer holding this beam for you.”

“Two minutes,” Peter pleads, shoving at the peg and then looking around him, patting his belt and where pockets might be on jeans but definitely are not on breeches. “Where’s the - thank you, Ruth.”

Ruth’s eyes slide sideways to Alex in amusement as she passes Peter a sturdy wooden mallet. She’s always pleasingly entertained by their antics, even if Alex and Peter are being more than slightly unhelpful, and it absolutely encourages them to further bouts of silliness. “I shouldn’t have said anything,” she says warmly, folding her arms and looking delighted around the edges of a stern expression. Alex basks in her indulgence.

“Alex wouldn’t really abandon me for lunch,” Peter says, deliberately overwrought and self-pitying, as he secures the peg. “He wouldn’t destroy all our hard work just to eat, not after the hours we spent working on it - and the years we’ve been friends, and all the nice things I’ve done for him.” Ruth laughs and Peter, beam now secured, leans on it slightly to look plaintively in Alex’s direction. “You wouldn’t leave me just for food, would you?” he says, with his best puppyish eyes.

Alex looks back at him. He’s given up a lot to be here with Peter for this year - they’ve not been out of uni that long, all things considered, and are definitely in that stage of academia in which a person is supposed to work extremely hard and get all the funding available to become very specialised and useful - essentially, they are not supposed to be going on a year’s sabbatical to wrestle pigs and plough fields and become bizarrely knowledgeable about early seventeenth century agriculture, which is something neither of them are aiming to specialise in at all. He has no idea if this is a good career move, or a sure-fire way to never be taken seriously again. On top of that, he’s given up on all the comforts and joys of modern life, and on seeing his friends and family particularly often, and on starting or maintaining relationships with anyone other than Peter and Ruth and the rest of the cast and crew. He had been worried, when he and Peter had been discussing whether or not to go for this opportunity, that he would be constantly miserably cold and lonely - but Peter had promised him good company and all of Peter’s spare layers and blankets, and had reminded him of all of the things they would get the opportunity to do and try, and all the experiences they could have out in the valley that they might never have again. And Alex had allowed himself to be convinced, and had followed Peter onto the farm and into Stuart life. He is yet to have cause to regret it; he has loved it, and Peter and Ruth and all his new friends, to excesses.

He fixes Peter with an unimpressed look. “I would leave you in the mud for an unripe tomato.”

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BOOTH 6: DEEPCORE INDUSTRIES

DeepCore Industries is here to offer many unique goods and services at the Tournament of Ages!

Metalwork and Enchanting 

Constellation Discs - Expertly fashioned discs ranging in size from two to five inches across, of either bronze or silver, with each carved with one of the common constellations of Azeroth and Outland/Draenor. Stars are set with small gemstones. 10g each

Azeroth Constellations: The Hammer, The Two Trolls, The Tauren, The Kaldorei and the Deer, The Mage, The Mana Serpent

Outland/Draenor Constellation: The Staff, The Seer, The Tome

Bronze Sundial - Horizontal sundials, fashioned from bronze. The circular dial plate is engraved with numbered hour markers on the edge, a compass rose beneath the gnomon, and decorative dragons in the ring between the two. 15g

Hand Carved Wooden Totems - These totems are carved from various woods from Azeroth and beyond. They seem meant to fit in a pocket or pouch and fit in the palm of one’s hand and exude a sense of calm. Custom shapes available, speak to Penthe Starshade. 3g each

Shapes: saber, wolf, bear, stormcrow, world tree

Leather Masks - Supple leather has been worked and smoothed into various creatures and shapes. 5g per mask

Color of leather:  Black, gray, light brown

Shapes:  Feathery, owl, crocolisk, stag, saber, bear, the Sun

Engineered Goods 

'Hinterlander' Shotgun - 10 gauge side-by-side, True Iron reinforced barrels. Innovative Leystone strikers eliminate need for separate priming charge. Careful, it packs a wallop! 50g

Spring-Loaded Toy Musket or Pistol - Fires small rubber balls at child-safe velocities. Lightweight wood and metal with working hammer and trigger; uses a spring-loaded plunger in the barrel that's 'cocked' by an included ramrod. 5g

Oddities 

Ice Cream Chicken Sandwich  - A chicken sandwich with vanilla ice cream, crunchy candy and jelly donuts as a the buns. 12 silver. [greaves notes that the tumblr staff is not responsible for what happens to you IC if you eat this thing.]

Possible flavors: 

The Original: A chicken sandwich with vanilla ice cream, crunchy candy and jelly donuts as the buns. The wrapper is gold foiled and sparkling, with frequent DCI logos printed upon it. The paper somehow makes the scent of this odd concoction seem even more mouth-watering.

The Spicy: Spicy comes with spicy chicken, cream cheese filled donuts and pepper flakes on top.

Love is in the Sandwich: This one comes with the addition of chocolate covered strawberries tucked in between the chicken and jelly donut buns.

Shadow puppets - These small discs of pure black will come alive and dance when put in to a shadowy place. Standard forms are animals and basic humanoids of all races.They can be customized in to any form that the buyer wishes for an extra fee. (Note - this process will take a short time to complete.) 5g

Contracts and Services

DeepCore Industries hires a variety of different artisans, and this week we are offering custom contracts for engineering, enchanting, and blacksmithing! Ask us about them!