#shanti home

[assorted-aesthetics]

ds9 is like. i want to go home. can't go home. i want to be among my people. i cannot abide and am sickened by the actions of my people. i am completely alone. this station is too crowded. anyway have i told you about my homeplanet

[starrspice]

I've been meaning to ask, in the Silent Shanty au, how do Eclipse and Y/n know each other? And why doesn't Y/n remember him?

Well, they spent a summer together a long time ago.

Eclipse would travel overseas with his father during the summer, and while playing on the beach one afternoon he got swept out to sea by the current. Y/N helped pull him back to shore, and the two played together everyday that summer.

Those summer memories have always held a place in Eclipse’s heart, and he’s spent years trying to find them again. But it was such a long time ago Y/N’s nearly forgotten

[toskarin]

I'm not actually that invested in ffxiv at this point, I was just thinking about how easy it'd be to format a classic whinging song into a kaiten meme and had to go for it

[pokimoko]

Listening to instrumentals from the silly doo-wee-ooo show is actually something that can be so painful.

[inahallucination]

shy high schooler todd anderson who’s helping out the drama club with making props, falls in love with the outgoing lead, neil perry, however before their romance can truly blossom neil’s controlling father finds out and the perry house mysteriously catches on fire, with neil still trapped inside, todd anderson sees the fire in the distance and rushes towards neil, only to be struck by a car on the way / 16 years later, todd dalton enters welton high, following is older brother, charlie dalton’s footsteps and grows enthralled by the tragedy 16 years ago and starts having strange dreams

[shanti-ashant-hai]

Story time:

You and Nitya

ok so, i found out about this a few days ago and tbh i still havent recovered so bear with me here

since 5th/6th grade, nitya has been tapping a particular beat on the table everytime he's comfortable with his surroundings and is feeling relaxed. ive always found it comforting for him to tap (....--- --.) on his thigh, the desk, his knuckles etc etc when we're hanging out in silence, idk its reassuring

one day in the bus in 7th, he'd put an arm around me and was sleeping, and i felt him tap that on my collarbone. and i thought it was really sweet of him and started tapping it on his knuckles in return.

over the years, when we we're hanging out, we'd just silently tap each other, unconsciously. our friends have told us that nitya'd tap my collarbone and i'd tap his knuckles even when we were asleep in the bus after a long day

and i noticed that nitya would almost always tap it when he was with me. i didnt make anything of it, i just thought it was something we'd do as bffs and it was our 'secret language' or whatever

cut to 12th, when we started dating, and he used another beat this time (.--. .-. .. -.-- .) always when we were talking about something mushy or flirting. and i realised he only tapped the second one when he was with me. the first he'd tap when he was with friends, or reading a book or watching a movie, but the second one was reserved especially for me

again i didnt think much of it, giving credit to our secret language and went on with my day

until a couple days ago when i finally asked him what the beats meant.

he said the first one (....--- --.) was 'home' in morse code. the second one, one he used only with me (.--. .-. .. -.-- .) was priye.

THIS BITCH HAS BEEN TAPPING 'HOME' AND 'PRIYE' ON MY COLLARBONE SINCE LIKE 6TH GRADE AND I NEVER KNEW

[panhelleniios]

so who was gonna tell me there's a pride variant cover for immortal thor with herc. it says allies but herc is canonically bisexual we all know this

[elijones94]

🌴 Shanti 🥭

[the-insouciant-scientist]

@fallenlondonficswap @oleworm For the general swap :-) I saw you'd like to read about Parabolan weirdness and Zailing and I couldn't resist. Hope you enjoy! Downed and Drowned and Never Found Zee Captain and Zailor OCs, general rating, 1621 words.

The Judicious Boatswain’s knuckles went white as he gripped the railing. They were still zailing at a fast pace, headed back from the Khanate towards London with a heavy load of cargo, but… Would it be in time? He flinched hard as his Captain swept past him, his nerves having been frayed nearly to bleeding. “Captain, we need to talk. The crew is uneasy, and I hear there’s been talk of-” He called out to her back. She turned, and he regretted saying anything nigh-immediately. Her gaze was a thousand metre stare that cut into and through him like a scrimshander knife, eyes wide and empty. “Talk of what.” She said flatly. The Boatswain’s grip tightened a fraction further. “Nothing, Ma’am. Go rest. I’ll make sure it’s handled.”

The Captain did not move or breathe or blink for long enough that the Boatswain started to hold his own breath out of fear, but eventually she grunted in assent and turned her haunted gaze elsewhere. The hems of her coat dragged as she curled into herself and turned the corner, shambling out of sight. The Boatswain shivered. A young zailor ran past and he caught them by the arm, ignoring their cry of fear and surprise. “Find the First Mate and tell them they’re to act as Captain until we reach port. And for G-d’s sake, to make sure everyone gets extra rations. If the Quartermaster complains, tell him I said to shove it.” He ordered. The zailor nodded fretfully, gave a squeaked-out ‘yessir!’, and then bolted back in the direction they came from. The Boatswain sighed, shaking out the stiffness in his joints as he followed after his Captain. He already had a very good idea of what he would find, but it was nothing less than his duty to make sure. A knock went unanswered. So did a concerned greeting. Finally he steeled himself and shouldered the door open, one hand on his pistol just in case something went very badly. 

… As expected. The Captain’s quarters were entirely empty. No sign of her beyond a scattered pile of increasingly illegible papers, some old scratch marks at the corners of her windows, and a needlework prayer to Stone knocked to the floor. The Boatswain blanched and returned it to its place on the desk, unwilling to risk a zee-god’s anger on top of their already precarious situation. With luck, She’d be waiting for them in London once she recovered. —

Somewhere beyond the mirror, a form moved slowly through a jungle, gliding through the underbrush as easily as water. A wheel jutted from her spine, spokes spinning as she maneuvered. Steam and coalsmoke billowed from the corners of her mouth with every breath. “Call all hands to man the caps’n, see the cable floked down clear.” A tinny phonograph recording sang within her chest, keeping her on time. Capstan shanty. Raise the anchor. “Heave away an’ with a will boys, for ol’ London we will steer.” Her anchor lifted, bit by bit, and she picked up her pace as it no longer dragged behind her. Ships don’t have voices with which to sing, per se, but song has a way of coming through anyways. Her wooden boards creaked as she stooped under branches. “Rol-lin’ home, rollin’ home, rol-lin’ home across the zee.” The phonograph insisted, crackling softly. Her wheel spun as she turned gently to starboard. Home. Had to come home. No North Star to guide her down here, but her compass-heart knew the way all the same. As sure as Stone’s warmth. “Rollin home to dear Old London, rollin’ home, fair land, to thee.”

A rustling in the undergrowth had her shifting her stance onto her stern, movements slow but deliberate. A gun-arm was raised, and the soft glim-lamps of her eyes narrowed in focus. A tiger padded out from behind a tree, vegetation whispering against its fur. She lowered her weapons. No threat. “Well, aren’t you an interesting sight.” The tiger purred. When she didn’t respond or move, its tail flicked. “What are you doing out here?” “Heave away, you rollin’ king! Heave away, haul away! Haul away, oh hear me sing! We’re bound for London ci-ty.” Her phonograph played, a gentle static hiss clinging to some of the words. She swayed in an invisible current. “Ahh, I see.” It said, stretching languidly. She tilted her head, the ropes and lines of her hair pulling taut against their cleats. “I won’t keep you long, then. I wish you fair winds and following seas.” After a long moment, she nodded, a slow dip of her bow. The tiger disappeared back into the greenery without a sound. Smoke puffed from her mouth as she exhaled, angling herself port and starting on her slow, steady journey once more. Home. She was going home, as all ships do when a voyage is through. Her keel would keep her upright and true. She travelled like this for centuries or seconds until a familiar sight came into view. A mirror in an intricate frame, containing an image of a gas-lit hotel within. A sign that she was nearly home. Her bow breached the glass like a hand through water, and she passed through. The Devoted Captain took a deep breath as she pulled her coat taut around her. She paused for a moment, getting her bearings, when her eyes fell on the fountain in the middle of the lobby. Not the zee-water she craved, but water nonetheless. She trudged over and knelt by the edge of it, trailing a hand in it to bring some to her lips. She drank deeply, like this. Her throat felt like she had been smoking, perhaps, but she couldn’t recall why that would be. A tall and smiling man approached, and sat on the edge of the fountain next to her. She regarded him balefully. Interrupting my drink, she thought to herself. He leaned down to rest a bearded chin in one hand, tilting his head at her. “Are you here to check in? A wind of Fate in your sails has blown you right into my lobby, after all.” He said. The Captain just barely held back on telling him where he could shove his lobby. A sudden ripple of laughter through his shoulders anyways made her wonder if maybe she hadn’t thought that as quietly as she had meant to. She settled for staring at him while pointedly (and loudly) sipping at another handful of fountain-water. “Hm. Very well.” He sighed fondly. “Another red-sky morning, perhaps.” She wiped the extra water off her face with the back of one sleeve and snorted. “Doubt it.” She said, standing up and shaking the wet from her hands. “I’m leaving.” The Manager smiled even wider. “Fair winds, Capstan.” The Devoted Captain turned to him, brows furrowed. “Capstan?” “Hm? I believe that’s a part of a ship, or a variety of shanty pertaining to it. Isn’t it your job to know that, my dear?” He teased, eyes crinkling. “No, you… Urgh. You called me Capstan. The hell did you mean by that?” The Captain near-hissed. “I called you Captain, you must have misheard. Perhaps you have some zee-water in your ears?” The Manager insisted. She clenched her fists by her sides and took a very deep breath to keep herself from doing something very inadvisable, and then turned and stalked out the door. The Manager waved to her retreating form with an airy laugh. Ah, no matter. He’d convince her to stay eventually. —

Wolfstack Docks. Almost there. The Devoted Captain’s boots thunked heavily against wood as she scanned the piers for her ship. She broke into a run when she spotted it, a little worn around the edges but not much worse for wear from her absence. Her First Mate snapped to attention first, then the rest. “Cap’n! We were hoping we’d find you back here. We got all the crates from the Khanate unloaded already, but we’ve been waiting for you.” They said, clasping her hand in theirs to shake firmly. “I owe you all an apology. Things got bad at zee, and I am sorry about that. But right now, I want nothing more than to get back on board my ship. Anyone who needs shore leave can take it, but I…” She gazed hungrily at the deck. “I need to feel her boards under my boots again.” The Judicious Boatswain studied her, not unkindly, before laughing gently. “Well, don’t waste time on our account. Go say hello.” He said. Some level of tension eased in his shoulders as she grinned. The Devoted Captain hauled herself up onto her ship, forgoing the gangplank entirely. Once up she immediately took to running her hands over the railings, relishing the wood under her skin. She was home. More than that, she felt like she was whole again, like some part of her own body had clicked back into place with her return. Her crew returned a few at a time, mostly just trying to keep out of her way as she did her rounds. A good few were taking up her offer of shore leave, it seemed, but not so many that they couldn’t zail. The Fidgeting First Mate joined her at the wheel, hands clasped behind their back. “So where are we off to next, Captain?” She laughed. “How about the Court of the Wakeful Eye? It’s been a while since we’ve paid tribute, and with luck, Stone’s light will bless us as we pass.”

The First Mate inclined their head with a smile. “Sounds like a good enough idea to me.”

The Captain curled her fingers around the wheel, took a deep breath, and prepared to zail once more.

[sae-mian]

Muse skillset: 🎵 — singing

thank you for the ask! i technically answered this one for nira'sae so i'll answer it for minasha instead c:

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🎵 singing

you'd probably never hear it, even if you spent a LOT of time with him, but, minasha also has quite a pleasant singing voice. it's low - a little rough, a little husky, but very charming. it's a shame it's so rare; something he only does when he's certain he's alone. even nira'sae has only caught it twice, in the entire time they've known him.

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Muse skillset symbol meme

[viisiond]

ok but where's my fontaine idols? My Rockstars? wHERE ARE THE BARDS IN FONTAINE??? WHERE ARE THE SEA SHANTIES????

[whispatchet]

I MADE A THING! IT TOOK ME MONTHS! ENJOY THE THING!!

Features characters belonging to @vwildmonk, @babblable, @krakenator, and Winona

[raitrolling]

had this sitting in my drafts and forgot to post it, but. the song lucy was singing in the Soup for the Soul drabble, in case people didn't recognise it :]

i was tossing up between a number of shanties before i settled on this one. i didnt want to just go with wellerman or drunken sailor or blow the man down because i like picking songs that are a little less obvious choices. and i was considering barretts privateers because thats my personal favourite, but it didnt fit the call-and-response style i wanted

because if it wasn't obvious after reading the drabble and listening to the song, lucy was only singing every second line to try and encourage vallis to join in :)

[whileyoureinschoolidothisallday]

everyday ranting

so I had a kinda shitty day!!!!!!!

It was supposed to be a relatively fun day!!! I had to get bloodwork done for some semi-important and time sensitive tests (Y'all remember my weird and very intense hormone issues a couple years ago? well it turns out I might be going into menopause early!!!!!!! 🙃🙃🙃), then I planned on going to this author reading event at my old uni which I was SUPER excited about cause it's literally been three years and I loved going to those, but I had time to kill inbetween so I decided to go to target and get the other 2 halloween things I wanted from the bullseye playground that I didn't get before.

WELL.

My veins wouldn't cooperate. So now I have to come back FUCKING TOMORROW TOO.

The stuff I wanted was snatched up (I DID get one of the little potion vials at least)

The event????? Boring. And some of my old professors who did come up and talk to me were like

Them: Hey we haven't seen around in what 3yrs?? What have you been doing?

Me, in a mask: uh. well you see.

and it irritated the FUCK out of me!!!!!

So pretty much everything I was looking forward to/looking forward to getting over with was ruined in one way or another and it put me in the WORST FUCKING MOOD!!!!!

(also throughout all of this I developed a migraine!!!!!!)

[shanti-ashant-hai]

What was Nitya's gift?

as i have so eloquently told siva earlier this morning

[blogjhm]

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Knowing your real home is right there when you know it. And falling in love with someone new to meet is very romantic.