#pocketwatch ship

[ltwilliammowett]

Pocketwatch with silver pair case, which belonged to Matthew Smith, a ropemaker from Woolwich, 1805

The centre of the dial is painted with a depiction of a British man of war with 'Hope' standing at the shoreline resting on an anchor.

[hannahhook7744]

B.D.A Next Gen;

🔎🔍🔎🔍🔎🔍🔎🔍🔎🔍🔎🔍🔎🔍🔎🔍🔎🔍

Pantha (Panos and Samantha' kid)= Pollyanna Cove.

Lazlee (Lazarus and Everlee's kid)= Clementina Stromboli.

Heddie (Hermie and Eddie's kids)= Charlotte 'Charlie' Bing-Balthazar and Archibald 'Archie' Bing-Balthazar.

Jelle (Jace and Ella's kid)= Timothy 'Tim' Badun of Tirulia.

Rela (Reza and Yzla's kid)= Bashir Vizer of Agrabah.

Hanny (Hadie and Danny's kid)= Elladora Darling.

Dauco (Deja and Glauco's kid)= Shan-White Dejan.

Parzuri (Paro and Zuri's kid)= Adi Imp.

Ladon (Lada and Avalon's kid)= Terrowin of the Isle.

Mirali (Miriam and Khalil's kid)= Nazeer Monroe.

Maddox= Hatley 'Hattie' Hatter.

Chloe= Brett Charming.

Harry= Mable 'Mav' Badun ||, daughter of Harry Badun.

[liminalhymnal]

I got my AFI 20th Anniversary Sing-The-Sorrow box today and its sooooo good

[luna-spacedoodles]

okay this episode is up there with some of the most fucked up. why does someone living out years and years of an entire and most times really bad life that was never real or meant to be only to have to have that all erased and for the one that lives it to die with the memories happen so often

[gingerhastoomanyobsessions]

not to post like it’s still 2022 but how did nobody notice that goncharov was a Macbeth adaptation???

like. we’ve got our troubled protag (macbeth/goncharov) whose ambitious wife (lady mac/katya) pressures him into clawing his way to the top of a violent power structure (scotland’s monarchy/the italian mafia). he ends up ordering the death of a former friend because said friend realizes what he’s done (sending assassins after banquo/sending ice pick joe after mario, but the latter has more emotional depth since joe and mario were friends). valery takes on the role of the witches by supplying goncharov with ominous warnings and hinting that all is preordained as he tries to bring goncharov to justice. in reaction, goncharov attempts to destroy potential threats (sending ice pick after andrey and sofia, who survive because of joe’s failure to go through with it and subsequent death in the church scene), paralleling the assassination of the macduff family. it’s also when we get that sweet gunfight amid the historical ruins, but that’s not important rn. when katya learns that goncharov tried to have sofia killed, she breaks down and tries to shoot him on the bridge scene (“if you loved me you wouldn’t have missed” etc etc) before almost throwing herself over the edge, bringing to mind lady macbeth’s mental collapse and subsequent suicide. instead of birnam wood coming to dunsinane, we get the boat scene. when goncharov asked valery why he was so determined to bring him back to russia to be prosecuted instead of just killing him, valery told goncharov “you’re untouchable so long as you’re on Italian soil” and the boat isn’t technically on Italian soil. andrey and goncharov have their stand-off at the ship’s wheel, symbolizing their fight for control over the system. meanwhile, sofia and katya make their escape, getting the chance to survive and leave the system of violence that killed their shakespearean counterparts. goncharov doesn’t know that katya is still alive, so his speech winding up his pocketwatch when he’s talking about how her time ran out and how nothing could stop the clocks? that was his “tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow” moment! when andrey shoots goncharov and DOESN’T MISS, it’s not just gay, it’s his “man of no woman born” parallel. he managed to do what nobody else could. but this movie has no malcolm character to bring the system back to normal and take the throne/lead the mafia. it’s just andrey at the wheel. and the deafening ticking of goncharov’s pocketwatch, laying face-open in the pool of blood, before it runs out of time and winds down for good.

[sirserpentine]

@radioiaci asked:

It's been some considerable time since their... rendezvous. And he would be lying if he said he was not actively thinking about the bite more often than he really should be. The thought alone - coupled with the fact that he knows there are stitches yet to be removed - carries him towards where he figures Pentious to be, peering from over the other Sinner's shoulder. Prime real estate, he thinks, chasing the briefest of urges (though likely the most foolish) to lean and give that shoulder just - A test bite. Catching himself, however, before he goes too deep with it, offering his usual easy grin once he is noticed and leaning upright once again. "Just testing your level of awareness in your surroundings.~" 🦌🔪

A loud yelp betrays the serpent's surprise as a hot breath grazes his neck. The tiny screwdriver he has been using to pick apart his pocketwatch raises to the air in defense of the intruder who Pentious clambers up to face.

Oh?

How unexpected it was to be surprised while working at his desk in the airship, in his shirtsleeves and goggles upon his eyes. Surprised with the threat of teeth upon his shoulder, nevertheless.

Though, since it was Alastor, maybe it should have been expected.

"Ah-, it's you. Hello," Pentious stutters, raising his goggles to his forehead and lowering the inaffective weapon as he gawks at the other Demon, illuminated by the light of the sunset shining through the ship's painted glass windows. It takes a short moment for Pentious to think of a good reason why The Radio Demon would ambush him all of a sudden. Then he remembers.

Though he's never forgotten that meeting they had shared. Quite the opposite. It's been plaguing Pentious' thoughts a bit more than is proper. An uncertain smile widens on his fanged mouth. The mouth that had...

"Has it already been two weeks?" he asks, before the thought can entirely carry him away. "Blimey, time certainly fliesss,"

[ineffabletardis]

The last episode got me thinking a bit so don't read if you don't want any Spoilers, I've got some theories about Rogues identity

So... I think Rogue could be:

a timelord (maybe he's got a pocketwatch somewhere on his messy ship)

someone who travelled with Captain Jack for a while and got left by him/lost him somewhere. There's quite a few people who have already pointed out all the similarities between the two, I think they would have fit together quite well. He also has the devices to time travel so that might fit quite well.

Part of the pantheon perhaps? He might be unaware of it tho.

Someone related to Ruby, a brother, maybe her Dad or even a son.

A Torchwood member

Captain Jack from a parallel universe

Generally from a different universe -> maybe Roses one

The master with a pocket watch

Someone who's related to a former companion, maybe a classic who one

an associate of River Song in some way, colleague, old friend romantic? partner, relative

Just some thoughts I had, don't really have any proof for anything, feel free to add your own!

[letheology]

Put together an updated "canon" outfit for Mina!

Some details:

Clothing - Anarchist's Sable - What it says on the tin! A black/dark coloured suit is their preference for clothes, though lately they've been wearing 1920s/devil style dresses sometimes too.

Hat - The Gant Moth - Not actually a mask for them, its a charm on their pocketwatch!

Luggage - Gentleman's Self-Similar Carryall - Ideal for smuggling, but most of the time they don't have anything. When they're working in the Khanate, the tiny drawers and boxes are all full of tea leaves that they sell as part of their front.

Gloves - Censor's Touch - Little mithridacy bonus, for the spy work. And they're VERY soft.

Boots - Infiltrator's Footsteps - Nothing special here. Really, these aren't even shoes!

Adornment - Justificande Cufflinks - There's something to me about Mina and promises, debts, oaths, forgiveness... But this may be something to untangle on a future day.

Weapon - Nuncian Pocket Watch - Includes lockpicks and an entire knife (thanks to the red science). May also include a "lights out" function (thanks to January)

Companion - Violant-Winged Bat - From Nemesis. Still has to help Mina with their memories sometimes. Her name is Mnemonic (Short for "Mnemonic Device")

Affiliation - Dream Shadow of a Curator's Visage - That's just their buddy idk what to tell you.

Home Comfort - F.F. Gebrant's Patent Neathoscope - Vital tool for a Neathy physicist

Ship - Nyx-class Zubmersible - Switched to this from the Yacht during Feast of the Zee this year, as a sort of... slight shift of persona. Leaning more into their spymaster vibes.

Crew - A Conspiracy of Smugglers - Even though this comes from the Midnight Moon, I imagine that for Mina, this is just the Clay Highwayman's gang.

[phmonth]

Pandora Hearts Month 2023 Prompts!

Wonderful art made by @retracexcviii for last year's secret Santa!

What is Pandora Hearts Month? Pandora Hearts Month is an event that celebrates, well...Pandora Hearts, the manga created by Jun Mochizuki! Each day is a new prompt. The first three weeks celebrate the three main trios, and the fourth is a bonus week that celebrates any ships/friendships/ot3s fans chose and love--or simply any characters not covered by the other weeks! You can create edits, fanart, drabbles, fanfictions, amvs and mms...whatever you can think of, really!

Pandora Hearts Month 2023 Prompts:

Golden Trio Week (Alice, Oz and Gilbert), October 22nd-28th:

Day 1, Sunday Oct 22nd: Coat

Day 2, Monday Oct 23rd: Autumn

Day 3, Tuesday Oct 24th: Precious

Day 4, Wednesday Oct 25th: Raven

Day 5, Thursday Oct 26th: AU

Day 6, Friday Oct 27th: Blue

Day 7, Saturday Oct 28th: Sun

Rainsworth Trio Week (Sharon, Break and Reim), Oct 29th—November 4th:

Day 1, Sunday Oct 29th: Silver

Day 2, Monday Oct 30th: Fragile

Day 3, Tuesday Oct 31st: 🎃 Candy 👻

Day 4, Wednesday Nov 1st: Affection

Day 5, Thursday Nov 2nd: Grave

Day 6, Friday Nov 3rd: Moon

Day 7, Saturday Nov 4th: Winter

Tragedy Trio Week (Lacie, Jack and Oswald), Nov 5th—Nov 11th:

Day 1, Sunday Nov 5th: King

Day 2, Monday Nov 6th: Lyrics

Day 3, Tuesday Nov 7th: Spring

Day 4, Wednesday Nov 8th: Gold

Day 5, Thursday Nov 9th: Guilt

Day 6, Friday Nov 10th: Pocketwatch

Day 7, Saturday Nov 11th: Stars

Fan’s choice Week, Nov 12th—November 18th:

Day 1, Sunday Nov 12th: Hat

Day 2, Monday Nov 13th: AU

Day 3, Tuesday Nov 14th: Meadow

Day 4, Wednesday Nov 15th: Rose

Day 5, Thursday Nov 16th: Lonely

Day 6, Friday Nov 17th: Contract

Day 7, Saturday Nov 18th: Book

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i-prefer-the-term-antihero

[princess-of-the-corner]

Rereading some of your fics, and I wanted to know when you first started shipping Chlolix. Like, what happened in your brain where you just went: "Yeah, those two would be good together." I like Chlolix, but it definitely didn't occur to me while watching the show, even in early seasons. Never would have crossed my mind if I hadn't stumbled across fanfic of them.

So while I do admit that some of this was the elimination of other ships, between the fact that this was the Season 1/Hiatus era so there was a smaller pool of characters and not wanting to break Canon romances, the thing is that they were just kinda. Different.

Chloé never seems to go after Alix directly. She'll insult the class as a whole, but there wasn't any time she directly insulted her like the others.

In fact she occasionally actively chose /not to/ do anything. Take Timebreaker, for instance. After Alix's pocketwatch is broken, you would've expected Chloé to make some excuse with a biting remark, right? Something like "it's your fault for having such cheap things that they break so easily!". After all, what does she care about the property damage of one of these peasants?

Instead, Chloé just immediately goes "I didn't do it!" and backs off.

On the flipside, when they do interact, Alix is ready to dish back anything Chloé gives out. She's never been quite as afraid of her or ever takes her insults to heart.

It's a much different dynamic than what Chloé has with the rest of the Miracuclass, and that fascinated me.

Initially it led to thinking that perhaps there was some reason behind it. Not ship-wise but like. Some of the rest of the group write them as childhood friends who drifted apart. Personally i write it as more happenstance. Where Alix had a chance to see Chloé as a person not a monster, and that stuck with them. Which lead to early writing on Chloé-redemptions involving Alix as one of the first people to actually get on board with the idea that she can be a good person.

Eventually this slid into a romance dynamic that I liked. Where they weren't exactly sweet and saccharine like adreinette or julrose, they teased one another a lot and it was done with affection.

[tanoraqui]

mafia + secret romance russingon?

[Send me 1-3 prompts + 1-2 characters and I’ll write a short thing!]

Shoutout to @dwarrowdelf for the tags suggesting that Fëanorian money laundering would happen not through a restaurant but rather through Grandpa Mahtan’s antiques repair store.

Maedhros didn’t look up when the bell over the door rang. Once upon a time, he’d been a fresh-faced teenager eager with the responsibility to charm and profit from any of his grandfather’s customers. Now, he was just doing Grandpa Mahtan an afternoon’s favor while trying to engrave contract law into his brain, and anyway, Aulendil’s only sold things in an incidental manner, or on commission. If a rare customer wanted help, they’d ask.

He was forced to abandon the intricacies of the Beleriandric Penal Code Book 5, Section IV, Subsection C when a familiar brown hand placed a small bag of watch screws on the law book before him, and the attached person said, somewhat loudly, “Hello! I would like to buy these, please.”

Maedhros nearly slammed the book closed on both their hands. He looked around frantically for anyone who might have heard, any relatives who might be skulking around—but the shop still held nobody but himself and a handful of lopsidedly stocked shelves of antiquated clockwork and the tools and parts for fixing it…and Fingon. Nolofinwion. With whom his branch of the family were all but at war these days.

“You can’t be here!” Maedhros hissed, hopefully quietly enough that Mahtan, in the back working on a clockwork ship for one of his old navy friends, wouldn’t hear.

“I just need to buy some screws,” Fingon said, all sparkling, innocent eyes and plush lips. He’d braided gold into his hair again.

“I’ll show you where you can shove your screws,” Maedhros retorted.

“Oh, please!” Fingon breathed, grinning. “Will it ache afterward?”

“Only if you ask nicely.”

“Only if you prove you’re worth it.”

Maedhros’s hand had found those gold-twined deadlocks; he wasn’t sure how. He tugged. “I’ll show you ‘worth it’, brat. Meet me—”

A cough from behind him, a knock on the doorframe. His grandfather said, “Russo, when I asked you to mind the shop…”

Fingon demonstrated his frankly freakish ability to snap in an instant from ‘about to be ravished’ (or ‘about to ravish’, if he won the inevitable impromptu wrestling match) to ‘nice young man from down the block.’

“It’s my fault, sir!” he chirped. “I’m sorry for distracting him. I just needed to buy some screws for my…”

He cast his gaze around the shop, much less skilled at actually lying.

“For his pocketwatch,” Maedhros said quickly, and tried very hard to telepathically communicate, Please don’t tell Dad. Or Mom. But mostly Dad.

Whether thanks to telepathy, mercy, or general genial grandfatherly ignorance, Mahtan only raised his bushy orange eyebrows a little, and said mildly, “That’s just fine—Fingon, right? I’m afraid I can barely keep my own grandchildren straight some days, much less all their cousins. Did you find what you need?”

Fingon kept up his Nice Young Man face, except that he licked his lips for just a split second as he looked at Maedhros.

“I think so!” he said brightly. “I’ll see you later, Russo, after your shift? To help me out these screws in just right?”

“Yes,” Maedhros choked out, because, god, what else was he supposed to do? His family didn’t need to know, and the damn penal code could wait.

[jinxed-sinner]

I've come across a few tiktoks that are basically "taking the main out of the main cast of Hazbin Hotel" and it never fails to be funny to me. Every single character design, whether they're a main character or they show up for less than 10 seconds, is super elaborate.

It's not like My Little Pony where the background characters aren't as interesting to look at as the main characters, so "taking the main out of the main characters" doesn't work. For the sake of showing what I mean, here are some of the background demons seen in Hazbin Hotel:

None of them would feel out of place in the main cast, frankly. Maybe in terms of color palette, but in terms of general design? They're no more or less designed than Angel, Alastor, Charlie, Niffty, Husk, Lucifer, or Vaggie, and their designs make you want to know more about them. Why does the first guy resemble an imp? Why is Vox's assistant an amphibian-like demon? How did the guy in the middle end up with a pocketwatch for a face? They're fun to look at because we have an idea of how Sinners get their demon forms, which makes Sinners fun to theorize on.

In addition to this, I think it's really fun to look at the background designs of Sinners because it allows you to analyze how they died and what they were like in life. In the main cast, Angel's a spider because his family were a mafia family (making the fact that they're all spiders a crime web joke). Al's a deer because he was killed by a hunter who mistook him for a deer while he was burying someone he'd killed on deer hunting grounds. Even taking minor characters where we know how they died, Baxter for example, Baxter's design is based on an anglerfish because he drowned on a ship in the 1910s (I read that Viv initially intended for him to have died on the Titanic, but didn't want to associate Hazbin with real-world events, so Baxter died on a ship similar to the Titanic in the 1910s). Personally I'd love to know how and when this one died.

(I think it'd be cool if she died from rabies in the late 2000s when scene culture was at its peak tbh. Died from rabies then ended up with an opossum form in Hell because opossums are resistant to rabies).

There is no "taking the main out of the main characters" in Hazbin Hotel because this is what the background characters look like. Even the simpler designs, like the first guy? Angel's white with pale pink highlights. Most of what makes his design is his outfits because he looks kinda plain without them.

It also makes Hazbin Hotel characters fun to design. I put so much thought into both Hazbin Hotel characters I've designed so far (those two characters being Juno and Psalm) and it's a really fun exercise in making every part of the design mean something. Juno is meant to be a husky because he died in Alaska, and he has a lot of blood motifs because he died from hypoxemia while skydiving (which is also why he has wings and feathers over his normal dog tail). Psalm is an axolotl because he died from a salmonella infection, and his outfit is because he worked at casinos Husk owned as an Overlord. Psalm's hair is also inspired by emo hairstyles because he died in the 2000s, when emo culture was at its height.

There aren't a lot of background character designs in Hazbin Hotel that don't make you wonder how they died, and I love it. I think it makes the show better, honestly.

[justsome-di]

The Fairest of All Stars: Chapter 13

Andy didn’t mean to become a pirate captain, but after killing the captain of her ship, she finds herself thrust into the role. Years after the incident, she is fierce and feared and recovering from a tropical fever that wiped out half her crew.

Just as they’re about to dock, they find an injured siren left behind by her choir. Andy, drawn to her, pulls her onto the ship and decides to keep her there until she recovers. But with the Navy hunting for both pirates and sirens, Andy has just made her ship an even bigger target for an iniquitous captain looking for revenge.

Warning for suicidal thoughts and violence. Will contain mature scenes.

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Andy paced from one end of the cramped cell to the other. It took five and a half steps to hit the grimy, sweating wall.

The brig was horribly humid. Andy was soaked almost as soon as she had been pushed down the stairs. The air itself was thick, and Andy almost struggled to pull it through her mouth and down her throat to her lungs. As time dragged on, her chest became heavier and heavier and pressure in her head built until it felt like it could explode all over the walls.

While it would have been satisfying to spray Bettridge with her brain matter when he was miles away from having a proper bath, it wasn’t exactly the way she had hoped to go out.

The man sat next to her, outside her bars on a stool. He checked his pocketwatch with his good hand, his other draped across his knee. Andy pressed her face against the bars to get a better look at the scar that marked the skin between his knuckles.

Had she really done all that damage years ago? She knew that his hand wasn’t able to be used anymore, but she only knew of that through stories passed to her from acquaintances at bays. To see it for herself—she was impressed.

To cause such damage to a man made her flush with pride. She wished she could tell Syan the full story in detail now that it was all coming back to her.

She had been so young, and Bettridge loomed over her. Her arrest warrant was sitting right in front of her. She would be the first in a planned raid.

Bettridge had planned to make an example of her. She was so small, he said. 

Piracy was no profession for a woman.

He could tell she was a woman. That was the thing. It was what violated her the most. He could see how her chest curved out despite her diligently binding her breasts so tight her ribs ached. He could tell by her smooth face—quite odd that a boy at sea didn’t have even a bit of a beard.

There had been a deal, she recalled. She could go back to England with him. She could work within the Church and have all charges dropped. And then, she could work for God’s forgiveness.

Returning to religious life and, even worse, ending up in England, frightened Andy so terribly then. God had never done anything for her, really. And England was the setting of the horror stories her father had told her. The English were monsters, and her father left Ireland. They had taken his family’s faith, their land, and when he was the only one left, he fled. Changed but always holding onto some grudge.

She had been scared.

She felt for her father’s pocket knife in her jacket.

Bettridge droned on and on about her chance for rehabilitation, at the life she could live. She would make a nice wife for a nice man someday. Have children. Didn’t she want that type of life? Didn’t she want that safety?

He laid his hand on her arrest warrant. It seemed scary, he knew. But he wanted to help her. He wanted to get her out of the trouble she had gotten into.

Andy pulled out her knife without any more thoughts and didn’t hesitate for even a second before she plunged it down on Bettridge’s hand.

Bettridge jerked at first, not realizing yet that his hand was pinned to the table with Andy’s knife.

Blood welled up around the knife, spilling over the top of Bettridge’s hand and onto the scuffed, stained table. Dirty red blossomed across the arrest warrant, spreading out like how milk danced in the tea Andy’s mother used to pour for her.

Bettridge finally screamed. He finally grabbed his wrist with his good hand and barred his teeth and kicked his feet against the floor, stomping onto the wood so hard that the table rattled.

Andy ran from her room. She ran past the concerned innkeeper and then to the rest of the crew at the bar. She pounded on their backs with fists and grabbed the backs of their coats, pulling them out of the door with her.

That night Eli patted her on the back and told her she had done a good job, but all Andy could think about was how she should have grabbed the knife. Her only memory of her father was gone.

But it had trigged something wild in her. Something that made her think, at every turn, how she could stab another man. How she could possibly tear them apart with her bare hands. She questioned her own strength, her own limits. Were there any? Would the only thing that stopped her from ripping someone apart be her own mind telling her not to?

Everyone was an enemy after that. Anyone who commented on killing a man was immediately suspect. Andy stole a gun from Pinkey—he had so many in supply and always offered to show her better self-defense which annoyed Andy greatly—and kept it under her blanket at night. During the day, she kept it in her waistband.

In the tarnished mirror, she could barely recognize herself. The changes were in her eyes. In her hair. Every fiber of her had been altered, tainted, improved.

She was thankful for that wildness soon after. Eli had pressed her about why Bettridge had cornered and how much he knew. To find her specifically, to only be there to arrest her before a bigger raid—why her? Why then? What did he know?

Andy, in her feigned deep voice, said she didn’t know. She didn’t ask him questions. She stabbed him and ran.

But it was then that Eli grabbed her chest, digging his fingers into her sore breasts. He stroked his thumb over the mound she still couldn’t conceal—and she had tried binding her breasts tighter and tighter ever since Bettridge.

“You’re no boy,” Eli had said.

He reached for her waist next, with his other hand, and then for her crotch. Between the bandages wrapped around her chest and her panic, Andy couldn’t get a single sip of air past her mouth. She grew light-headed.

“I don’t allow women on my ship,” Eli said.

He had removed his hands after his crude inspection, but Andy still felt the sensation of his fingers groping and digging at her hidden body. The nerve endings all over her tingled as if they were about to explode. To her shame, her crotch felt warm.

She stumbled back as Eli listed her options. He could throw her over for being a fraud essentially—tricking his men and such. Or he could dump her at the next bay. Somewhere in the south. She could work in a brothel, he said.

“I’d even visit you from time to time.”

Her gun was hot against her waistband. It would be easy, she thought. This was what pirates were meant to do.

Eli reached out and stroked her hair. The gun burned her skin. It would be so easy.

And it was.

Eli leaned in an inch closer, and Andy pulled out her gun and shot. It was shaky and slow, and Eli tried jumping back to dodge her.

It was nothing like how she had stabbed Bettridge.

She ran from the cabin and vomited and the crew rushed into to see Eli, half-dead on his cabin floor.

Andy looked at the way the skin puckered on Bettridge’s hand. It created a line straight to his knuckle, like a map.

“Do you know what the best part of capturing you is?” Bettridge asked.

Andy didn’t want to talk to him, but she was a touch curious.

“What?”

“I get a handsome reward.”

“That’s not exciting.”

“How about this? I get to watch you be executed.”

“Better.”

“Watching your neck snap and your legs flail—“

“Oh, don’t have me be hanged. I don’t want to be hanged.”

She hated thinking about her body swinging. If she didn’t die right away—it was just an awful image. She imagined herself trying to flail as if she were swimming but with no water, she would only convulse and jerk around while slowly choking.

“What do you want then?”

“Tie bricks to me and drown me.”

Bettridge chuckled. Andy laughed back—loud. She forced cackles out of herself despite her aching lungs. They filled the tiny jail cell and flooded out into the whole brig. They hit the walls will full-force, Andy’s forced hysterics smashing into the bricks.

They turned into a rough cough and then a wheeze.

Andy sank to the ground. The grimy, sweating floor wet her already damp hands. Her fingers were pruning.

She was exhausted. Painfully so. It was inevitable that her fever would come back soon. At this rate, she wouldn’t make it to England. She would be a corpse before then. Bloated and reeking on the brig floor. There was only a sliver of satisfaction knowing that Bettridge wouldn’t get his grand execution and would instead have a maggot-infested body to dispose of.

“I don’t want last rites,” Andy said. Her voice caught in her throat.

“Why not?”

Bettridge sounded genuinely curious.

“I grew up with a lot of the God stuff, and it didn’t really do anything for me,” Andy said. “Not after I got older.”

“Mm. How old?”

“I don’t know.” Andy rested her head against the bars. It was fuzzy in her head if it was before or after her dad left. “I was still a child.”

“That’s a big thing for a child to question.”

“I was a smart child.”

Andy coughed. Her throat stung. She grimaced and tried clearing it.

Bettridge unbuttoned his jacket and pulled out a flask from an inside pocket. He passed it to her through the bars.

Andy took a cautious sip, but she knew that Bettridge wouldn’t kill her on the spot. He wanted the pleasure of watching her be prosecuted and executed. He wanted his twisted justice to be completed.

It was a fine whiskey. Andy would have felt honored that he was sharing it with her if she wasn’t in his jail cell. Rather than the diluted, sugary spirits kept on the pirate ship, Bettrdige’s liquor was like drinking a warm fire. It sizzled as it settled in her belly. It hurt, and it was nice. Aged well. Expensive.

“Cheers,” she said, passing it back.

He took a sip for himself. He screwed the top back on by holding the flask between his knees.

“You know,” he said, buttoning his coat back up. Andy didn’t know how he could stand to be in his thick uniform in the humid brig. “I think I might almost regret letting your ship go.”

“You made a deal.”

“I know. I know. And I am a man of my word. But I can’t help but wonder if you had anything stowed away.”

Andy shook her head. “We lost most of our crew to a fever, and we’re flat broke. There’s nothing of value on that ship.”

Except the people.

“A slave,” Bettridge said, almost like he was humming, “I thought I saw.”

“No.”

“Really? Interesting.”

Pinkey wasn’t enslaved. Never had been. He had just roamed from ship to ship to continent to continent until Andy met him in an inn where he was mopping floors. He did as he pleased. He moved from jobs when he was bored of them. Andy was lucky to meet him when he was bored.

Bettridge sighed and leaned back in his chair. “That woman I saw—“

“What about her?”

“Was she there willingly?”

Andy bit her lip.

“She was. She wasn’t going to stay with us long.”

“I should have grabbed her, too. I hate thinking about her alone on that ship with all those men. She was beautiful.”

A bite of nausea nipped at Andy’s belly. No, she trusted those men. She knew they were better than that.

They had pieced together what Eli had done to her—tried to do to her. And they had clapped her on the back or given her space. Pinkey let her keep the gun.

Tobi should have become captain after the incident, but the crew argued for Andy. Someone who had the guts to kill the current captain deserved the position.

“She’ll be okay,” Andy said.

“I’d pray for her.”

If Bettridge had known, he wouldn’t have let her stay on that ship. He would have dragged her back with a lot less grace than he had afforded Andy.

Bettridge pulled a knife from his pocket. Andy gasped. It was her knife.

He pulled a length of wood from his other pocket. With the weight of his bad hand, he held it down on his knee and began shaving down the sides with the knife in his good hand, whistling as he did it. He was making some sort of animal. Andy couldn’t tell what the blob was supposed to be.

Andy closed her eyes. It was like he was taunting her.

“Can you tell me,” Andy rasped. “I’m curious. What does the Navy do with sirens?”

“Sirens?”

“I’ve heard rumors. Haven’t you caught some?”

Bettridge cut out a chunk of wood, flicking it to the floor. “We’ve caught some. Why?”

“I just want to know. My dad would tell me stories when I was a kid. And I always remember seeing posters when I was a little kid. Of all the offers for rewards if the local fishermen caught one.”

“Mm. Yes. We offered rewards.”

“And what do you do with them?”

Bettridge turned to her. “We run experiments on them. Try to find if we can use them for our benefit.”

“What benefit? What would they even have to offer you?”

“That’s why we experiment on them. We’re still searching for an answer.”

Andy clicked her tongue. “Deranged. Not a single man in the Navy has an ounce of empathy.”

“And pirates do?”

She couldn’t argue.

“What a waste of a living thing to just kill it through meaningless torture.”

Bettridge set his knife and wood on his lap. He folded his hands over the knife. His bad hand was on top. Andy watched as he tilted his head in thought.

“Their tail meat,” he said, “is very tender and buttery. Pairs well with roasted potatoes and a red wine.”

The air around Andy chilled. Bettridge’s words, said so casually, plunged her into an icy river. Her head swam with anger and fear.

Eating sires was a horror she hadn’t even dreamed of. She had expected something awful like torture or experiments, but eating was on an entirely different level of foul.

She couldn’t stop from picturing Bettridge lifting slices of Syan’s tail, forked on polished silver cutlery, to his mouth. A filet of her tail, seared and steaming plated nicely by vegetables. Her scales crisped in oil. It would have to have had her scar tissue cut from it.

A glass of red wine by Bettrdige’s side. An equally grotesque dinner partner across from him.

Andy heard his lips smacking around Syan. Her meat getting caught in his teeth, him trying to pull it out with his tongue, violating her further and further.

It was sickening to think of Syan’s flesh, what she had held under her own hands so tenderly, being turned to mush and then sliding down Bettridge’s gullet only to be shat out later.

Her beautiful, beautiful siren turned to food for those colonizers. Her body chopped up into pieces. Fins being thrown out. Bone being ripped out. The top half of her body—

Andy gagged, a stream of sour saliva pouring dripping out of her mouth. Bettridge laughed at her retching.

“You’re fucking evil,” she said.

“You’re no better.”

“I think I may be.”

Bettridge tsked. That was the problem with his type. The power-hungry, high-ranking assholes of the world all thought they were playing a game everyone else was participating in. They dreamt up their own rules and their own goals and assumed they were normal no matter how deranged it all was. 

Everyone wanted what they wanted, they believed. Everyone was willing to do what they did.

Andy put her weight against the metal bars, no energy left to support herself.

She hoped that her crew was sailing away.

She hoped that Syan was safe.

[merlwyb-moved]

me & @corduroy-and-pocketwatches know what we're here for in our ships.

[yumiakikaze]

Alice in Wonderland-themed Anime Official art that I found (so far): Part 1

Alice in Wonderland is one of my favorite stories, even until now. The struggle of Alice being herself while exploring the dreamlike world of Wonderland is intriguing enough, and there are some anime official art that use that theme!

(PART 1 here) (PART 2) (PART 3)

Friendly reminder, This doesn't include TWST/Twisted Wonderland. I'm trying to include the ones I already got.

Bandori

(God I wish the one behind the bars were me 😳)

Anyway, Dreamfest 3 Tomoe is based of the Queen of Hearts. This is the main reason why Queen of Hearts is one of my favorite fairytale villains. Look at her tho

I personally have this card on Bandori EN server, usually shipping her with Birdcage Yukina :3

Next, is the Runaway Rabbits/Wonderland gacha set!

This Kanon card is based of the White Rabbit. I just like when the pocketwatch acts like a slingbag too.

This Chisato card is based of the Queen of Hearts, and this Eve is based of one of the card soldiers.

This Otae card is based of Alice herself.

Last but not least in this Alice in Wonderland-themed card in Bandori, this Arisa card is based of the Cheshire cat.

Yoru no Kurage wa Oyogenai

(source by my-anime-goods on tumblr)

I personally don't know about this anime, but from left to right, the characters are based of the White Rabbit, Alice, Mad Hatter and Cheshire cat. Well, no Queen of Hearts, but there are some Alice in wonderland-themed stuff that left her out.

The Idolm@ster/Imas

Theres two SSR gacha cards in The Idolmaster Million Live: Theater days! Momoko as Alice and Ami as the Queen of Hearts herself.

The cameo characters:

Shiraishi Tsumugi as White Rabbit

Nikaido Chizuru as Mad Hatter

Nonohara Akane as Cheshire cat

To be continued in Part 2!

[boredomincarnate16]

Remember seeing this Yo-Kai Watch x Pokémon (not in a shipping way, lol) fanfic, and one of the parts of it made me realize... Team Rocket has no way to counter Nate's Yo-Kai Watch. Sure, they can try capturing him, with seemingly no escape, but he can just summon Mirapo, Miradox, or Mircle to escape. They can't just steal his Yo-Kai Watch, since he already has a few other Yo-Kai Watches at his disposal, like how, in the comic, based on the Summoning Songs, he has the White Yo-Kai Watch and the Model U. And lastly, if they try kidnapping his Yo-Kai, he can just summon them with his watch. In short: The Yo-Kai Watch solos Team Rocket, lol. Oh right! Here's the fanfic, if you're interested!