#they've known each other for a long time and that trust is well earned on both sides of the equation

[transingthoseformers]

NGL, I'd love a fic in which Megatron is somehow converted into a Predacon. Unicron shenanigans? MECH shenanigans? Primus shenanigans??

Bet he'd look awesome. And be big, because he is huge as a normal mech.

Actually I can see this happening somewhat, remember the epilogue?

It wouldn't be that far off for that form to be a predacon form

After all we did see Unicron prefer to resurrect the ancient predacon remains over resurrecting more recent ones, and he more or less upgraded Megs's frame for his own usage. Now that I think of it I'm actually drawing comparisons between Megatron's epilogue frame and tfp Predaking

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Or, another suspect, someone who we know likely has had a hand in reformatting Megatron's frame before: Shockwave with his own dragon based agenda

[thenexusofsouls]

Which muse do you see yourself using more often?

Is there any any themes, tropes, or cliches that you like giving to muses?

Are there any relationships among your own muses? If so, tell us more!

Any muses you had to revise or any you think you need to?

List some random facts about any muse of your choice!

Are there certain muses you like using for certain types of prompts (fluff, serious, angst, ect).

For OC characters, what is some inspirations or the thoughts sparked up your OC? Any of your choice.

For canon characters, tell what drew you to use a character to make them a muse? Any of your choice.

Do you prefer it when people have a specific muse they wish to interaction with or do you like to do it by random?

Do you have any new muses in the works? If you so, can you tell us about them?

Which of your muses you think is best for me to interact with?

Which of your muses is the easiest to get along with? Which one are the hardest?

Have there ever been a muse you stopped using? If so, have you ever thought about bringing back?

{i am the caretaker of souls} Alright! *rubs hands together* Here we go with all these juicy multimuse questions! Below the cut for length.

Which muse do you see yourself using more often?

On this multimuse blog I tend to use Nuada and Tony the most because they're the most popular and well-known overall. After that, Wade has a lot of active threads right now, even though he's not as well-known a character in general. I'd love to use my OCs more often, but they tend to not have as much activity.

Is there any any themes, tropes, or cliches that you like giving to muses?

( Already answered here! ^_^ )

Are there any relationships among your own muses? If so, tell us more!

Oh yeah, there are several, actually! =)

Channe, Jix, Aurelien, and Strychthia are all from the same fictional world of mine. Jix and Strychthia are good friends. Channe and Jix have an interesting friendship in which she thought he was an annoying nuisance when she first met him but now they're cool with each other, heh. Channe and Aurelien do not get along at all, because Aurelien used to be bonded with her ex-lover with whom she had a very abusive relationship. So she associates him with that, and she hates undead creatures, and Aurelien doesn't appreciate her hate because he's never personally done anything to her to earn that from her.

Gizmo and Trinket are biologically related. Gizmo got wet, popped off a few fuzzy little balls that grew into new mogwai, and one of them was Trinket. So Trinket is kindof Gizmo's progeny. They're friends, but Gizmo thinks Trinket gets into a little bit too much trouble for his own good. Unlike others like Stripe, though, who were downright mean or evil, Trinket's mischief is usually good-natured and harmless.

Ivan and Esther are obviously from the same movie, so they have associations. They're both from the same order of Priests, and he was her combat and strategy mentor when she was very young. They work well together and there's a lot of trust between them. They also have romantic feelings for each other they've never acted on because of their vows.

All my MCU people have associations between them, like Nat and Clint being friends for a long time, and also friends with Tony. Them all being on the same team, of course. And Strange is... I guess an associate of theirs occasionally although he was never an official Avenger.

Freya "raised" Eric from the age of fourteen, oversaw his training to become a Huntsman, and then... well, tried to execute him, heh. She loves him as one of her "children," but refuses to admit that to herself. Eric has a complicated relationship with his sort-of adoptive mother, and has never really developed any emotional attachment to her at all. He tried to kill her, unsuccessfully. Needless to say, they don't get along.

Any muses you had to revise or any you think you need to?

A couple, yeah...

I've revised Aryx a lot over the years, but that's because I've been writing him for over a decade, so he's evolved over time. He's from a book I never finished, the seventh in a series. I really liked the idea of him, though, and wanted to write more of him, so that's why I brought him here. But because I hadn't developed him much for the book I ended up abandoning, he was not very fleshed out to start. So his personality has become more detailed and refined as I developed him more through rp.

Raiden I've also had to revise. He's not an OC, but when I started writing him years ago, MGR:R hadn't come out yet, so I was basing him only on his timeline up until MGS4. MGR:R was very different from any other game he was in and it expanded upon his personality, motivations, and psychology considerably. So I had update and revise my idea of him and how I wrote him to include everything that was in that game.

List some random facts about any muse of your choice!

Alright, here are five random facts about Jix!

Despite being tiny, very adorable, and often regarded as a child because of the sound of his voice and innocent behavior, Jix is actually middle-aged. Leaflings have varying lifespans depending on the specific type they are. As an oaken leafling, Jix's species tends to live about 50-55 years. I usually write Jix as being around 25, making him not only an adult, but already halfway through his lifespan.

Jix loves to sing! Unfortunately for everyone around him, he's not that great at it and usually makes up ridiculous songs that go on forever, haha. But he really does enjoy himself when he sings, and this only is compounded by having alcohol. Drunken singing Jix is just about the most adorable sight you'll ever see.

Jix is notoriously bad at both climbing and swimming. This stems (no pun intended) mostly from the fact that his "shoulders" and "hips" don't have great range of motion. He can move his roots a lot to coil around things or grip things, but where they're attached to the "trunk" part of him, they're very stationary. His arms can only be lifted up so far, with his shoulders being unable to bend fully straight upwards. This makes it difficult for Jix to have the range of motion he needs to swim and climb, especially if he makes a mistake and needs to react quickly. He has good reflexes, but not the body flexibility to back then up.

Jix's favorite food is berries, and his favorite berry is the strawberry. He's... kindof addicted to them. Offer him a strawberry and he'll be your friend for life. It's also adorable how the juice stains around his mouth and makes him look like he's got big, painted, clown lips or something, haha.

Jix's leaves go through all the same seasonal changes as the mundane oak trees his species mimics. He grows buds and then nice green oak leaves in Spring, he carries those leaves through the Summer, in Fall they turn pretty colors and then fall off, and in Winter he has no leaves at all. Jix doesn't like that his leaves fall off in Winter because he thinks it makes him look unattractive and naked. XD

Are there certain muses you like using for certain types of prompts (fluff, serious, angst, etc).

Aryx, Jix, Trinket, Gizmo, and Leeloo are perfect muses for slice-of-life, fluff, and cute/happy/goofy threads.

Ivan, Michael, Carl (Luke), Nuada, Raiden, Nomak, and Martha are better for dark, horror, drama, angst, or heavily psychological threads.

Channe, Aurelien, Ethan, Strychthia, and Veridian are good for fantasy, supernatural, or otherwise weird threads, heh.

All the rest I use for a variety of different themes and genres in threads.

For OC characters, what is some inspirations or the thoughts sparked up your OC? Any of your choice.

Oh gosh, almost every OC on this blog had a different type of seed or seeds of inspiration that prompted me to create them, heh, interestingly enough.

Channe's background story was inspired by this piece of art by Linda Bergkvist (caution, it is graphic for blood/gore!) here. Her personality and the type of character she is was inspired by Jadis from The Chronicles of Narnia: The Magician's Nephew and Tilda Swinton's portrayal of Jadis in The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, The Witch, and the Wardrobe (2005).

Aurelien was originally inspired by the voice of Grimoire Weiss in the game NieR: Gestalt, and that is actually his VC to this day. You can hear examples of him talking here. He's basically a smart ass, very arrogant, very proper, and rather cultured, lol, which is perfect for my idea of Aurelien. I took that inspiration and thought of a creature typically assumed to be evil but that would have virtuous origins and a rather tragic backstory. In other words, I was challenging myself to write a character who, basically at first sight, would be judged by others solely on appearance to be evil or dangerous... and then totally not be, heh. I actually made him originally for a D&D campaign that was set in my fictional world Aurelien is from, in a place called the Deadlands. I wanted the party of adventurers to go into this fabled terrible land all scared and anticipating the worst, only to meet the most polite, proper, and morally upstanding shade creature ever. XD It was a hit, actually, they loved Aurelien, and he ended up joining the party as an NPC, lol. I loved him so much I wrote him into the book I eventually wrote for the world, and then brought him to this site some time after.

Trinket was inspired by an art doll I have. There was someone on Etsy who had been making Gizmo dolls, and after I purchased one, it was so amazingly good that I then ordered one of her custom mogwai dolls, where I got to choose the colors. When I received that doll, I named it Trinket (Gizmo and Trinket seemed to go together as names, heh), and then I got the idea to give him his own personality and make him a muse too.

Veridian was inspired by this very realistic life-sized art sculpture (warning for some uh... merman nudity, heh) that can be seen here: x, x, x, x. I just thought the design of the body was so interesting, because it was more serpent-like than like the classic fish design merfolk are usually portrayed with. It inspired me to write about the type of merman he is, why he's got this long tail, about his particular genetic type, the differences between merfolk like him and more traditional-looking ones, etc.

Aryx was inspired by a photo of his FC (In.stag.ram model and fitness/wellness influencer William Tyler). I didn't know who the heck this guy was when I first saw that photo, haha, but his look inspired me. At the time I was planning the seventh novel in a series that prominently featured angels and demons, and I thought he had the right look about him for an archangel. I have no idea which photo it was that sparked the inspiration since it was years ago, but have a random photo just as an example here, heh. Aryx is then also inspired by a song by Red called "Already Over, Pt. 2." I imagine the song is what Aryx is thinking as he falls to earth, and the "you" of the song would be his patron god, whom he feels is always with him throughout the process. He just surrenders to this long, drawn-out, terrible experience and places his trust in his god that everything will be alright on the other side. So yeah, having the visual inspiration of this really cool looking guy combined with the beautiful sound and emotion of that song somehow combined into Aryx's gentle, kind, loving self.

Jix is actually inspired by the Treants of Dungeons & Dragons lore and the Ents of Lord of the Rings fame. I thought to myself... hmm. Giant, talking, walking trees, eh? Cool. Okay but what if there were... wee, cute ones? XD And Jix was born.

Strychthia was inspired by the third story entitled "The Companion" in an anthology movie called The 4Bidden Fables. I basically took that character, which had no background, almost no story, no explanations for anything she was wearing or what species she was, and very little personality to work with, and expanded her into my own OC, using that character as her FC. I found her adorable and inspiring and I loved the story she was in, and I just let it motivate me to create a character around this basic appearance and shell of the movie character. Here is some lovely concept art of the character from that movie that inspired Strychthia.

For canon characters, tell what drew you to use a character to make them a muse? Any of your choice.

For a lot of my canon muses, aside from just liking the character overall, my reason for wanting to write them is usually that I wanted better for them or felt they deserved better somehow. That's true of Freya, Raiden, Ivan, Esther, Nuada, and Nomak, and probably others on this blog.

Just taking one at random here... but Martha broke my heart. This poor girl, seriously. She had so much happen to her, finally escapes a cult, and then is forced to deal with her trauma on her own because her sister and brother-in-law were completely insensitive to her needs and unobservant to the signs of trauma she was exhibiting. Then they throw her out and send her to a psychiatric institution? And the movie just ends there? No! Poor thing! Come here and let me write you! XD I just wanted better for Martha. I wanted to see her get real help from understanding people, to be comforted, to be treated adequately medically and well emotionally, and to get to a better place in her life. I wanted her to feel safe and to be take care of, because she needs so much help, and I felt she deserved that help. The movie left me completely wanting as far as Martha's story, and I didn't want to let it end the way it did and have that be the last word, heh. So that's why I decided to write her. =)

Do you prefer it when people have a specific muse they wish to interaction with or do you like to do it by random?

I do, yeah, because I'm super indecisive, haha. So I prefer when someone says they want to interact with a specific muse rather than letting me choose. Also, for actual threads, it's better for me to have an idea of how to start and maybe even where the thread might go when I start writing, and that's hard to do if I'm not given a specific muse up front. It's not like I can't think of one to use, but it's a lot easier for me to have the choice made up front.

Do you have any new muses in the works? If you so, can you tell us about them?

No, not at the moment. I'm trying to downsize muses, so I'm not looking to add more right now. But even if I was, I don't think any canons have inspired me lately to add them. I have plenty of OCs I'd love to add, but I'm not looking to, so I'm trying to ignore them all, haha.

Which of your muses you think is best for me to interact with?

All of them. Seriously, I love all our threads and you're an amazing writer, so yeet any of your muses at any of mine, anytime you like! =D

Which of your muses is the easiest to get along with? Which one are the hardest?

Hmm... the easiest to get along with are... Jix, Aryx, Strychthia, Gizmo, Ben, Leeloo, or Veridian. The hardest ones to get along with are Channe, Nuada, Nomak, Marie, Freya, and Ivan.

Have there ever been a muse you stopped using? If so, have you ever thought about bringing back?

Oh yeah, there have been a lot over the years that I've stopped using, for various reasons. Sometimes the FC was one I didn't want to use anymore, or I dropped them for lack of muse or inability to get any activity for them, or I didn't get a good response from people at all so I decided this isn't a character that will work well on this site, heh. There are a couple I've thought of bringing back, but right now I'm trying to reduce my activity a bit so it's more manageable, so I probably wouldn't do it anytime soon. But if I did bring any of them back, it'd probably be either Luther West or Adam.

[bluegekk0]

☮ I’m curious about who each of the Feral Family (don’t really know what to call the lot of ‘em) hangs out with outside of each other.

☮ - friendship headcanon

fpk: his kind nature and all the work he's done for dirtmouth have earned him quite a lot of friends. firstly, he's known ogrim for many years, and they've been friends for most of that time, so naturally ogrim is one of his closest friends now that they both left the royal life behind. he's one of the few who know the full extent of what fpk did to protect hallownest, so if fpk needs to talk about it, he's the man for the job. aside from ogrim, fpk is close friends with cornifer and iselda. while his time as a king brings him a lot of pain now, he still enjoys discussing the kingdom's architecture with cornifer, and often shares information about secret passages or other interesting landmarks he encountered after his hibernation. with iselda, their friendship developed a bit later. they've always been very friendly towards each other, but a certain incident (which i'd love to talk about more in the future when i get it all properly written down) brought them closer, and now he can call her one of his most trusted friends. lastly, he is well acquainted with the menderbug, mostly due to the work they did together when renovating dirtmouth

grimm: he's admittedly not very popular among the dirtmouth folk, mainly due to his intimidating nature and lack of any effort on his part to seem more approachable. in general he doesn't really have many friends, as over the years he became disinterested in building long-term relationships, he accepted that there was no point as he knew he would outlive any friends he made anyway. now, he's a lot more optimistic about this these, after finally finding someone he could spend his eternity with, and a family that would stay by his side, but he's still not someone you could call very friendly. his tendency to intimidate others for his own amusement certainly doesn't help. he does have closer acquiantances that he could call friends, though. firstly, there is brumm, his right-hand man. granted, they're not that close on a personal level. in the past, brumm has had feelings for grimm that were not mutual, and he was made well aware of it, so since then their relationship is more professional in nature. that being said, grimm trusts him more than anyone else in the troupe (aside from divine, but i'll get to her in a bit), though it's undeniable that brumm's feelings create a sort if barrier neither of them wants to break. i mentioned divine, and she is the closest person grimm would consider to be his best friend. unlike with brumm, there is no tension between them - their relationship is and has always been purely platonic, even with grimm's promiscuous nature. instead, she enjoys being his drinking buddy, and they both share interest in art of many forms, particularly theatre and music. grimm frequently confides in her and asks her for advice, and in return she is granted with the highest position in the troupe right alongside himself and brumm

hornet: she has a lot of difficulty making friends due to her anger issues and general aversion to any forms of affection. for that reason, the closest person to a best friend she has is grimm, though their relationship is leaning more towards father-daughter than anything (as much as she doesn't want to admit it). but outside of the family, she really struggles with friendships. she tends to hang out with holly, so by proxy, also hangs out with zote and bretta, and i suppose you could say they're also her friends. she's not very approachable, but they're on friendly terms, bretta may even have a small crush on her, though hornet's completely oblivious to it. i consider zote part of the family so he doesn't really count here, but i think their "i'll bully him but if you do it i'll kick your ass" dynamic is still super fun and worth mentioning. also, it's the opposite of friendship but i really wanted to bring it up. she's in a neverending beef with tiso, who gets on her nerves on purpose before getting his ass handed to him. he doesn't live in dirtmouth, but every time he shows up, it ends in a fight between them

holly: similarly to fpk, they have many friends due to their approachable nature. they love helping around in the town, so they gained many friends, most noticeably elderbug, as well as cornifer and iselda. but their closest friends are zote and bretta. i know i said that zote is still technically part of the family, but i'll break my own rules here cause i enjoy thinking about their dynamic. they're almost inseparable, zote always always follows holly around since they're one of the few who actually enjoy listening to his stupid rambles. holly is very protective of him, likely due to his small size and appearance which reminds them of their vessel siblings, and even though he's often mean to them, they don't seem to care. their other best friend is bretta, who they got close with after holly got intrigued by the plushies she made. they started visiting her so she could give them advice, and over time they became close friends. they love listening to the stories she writes, and often makes sketches of her that she then hangs on the walls in her room

lewk: he's still quite young at this point in the au, but he's already gained a lot of friends. he considers divine to be his aunt, and loves visiting her to listen to her stories about other kingdoms. he's also quite adored by iselda and cornifer (they pop up here a lot, but i love the idea of them not having their own kids, and instead acting as "secondary parents" to some of the other characters), as he loves looking at cornifer's maps and helping iselda in the shop. lastly, i'm still very fond of him being close with ogrim and helping him as a little cook in that local restaurant that i think ogrim could open in dirtmouth. i'm still actively developing lewk as a character, so i'm sure i'll have more to say about his relationships in the future

zote: no friends outside of the family aside from bretta. he's friends with holly, hornet bullies him (affectionate), he's lowkey scared of fpk and grimm, the latter of which thinks he's amusing. bretta considers him a friend, though her crush on him died the moment she saw through his lies and realized he's full of shit. if it wasn't for holly, she wouldn't want anything to do with him, but over time they did become friends thanks to all the time they spent together, and zote's slow character development from "very mean and stupid" to "slightly less mean but still stupid"

[seasonclans]

Clan Roles

Every Clan has roles meant to keep the Clan working smoothly. Every cat gets a job, every cat works towards moving up in that job. Work is very important to the Clan cats, and becoming the head of a job is seen as the end goal for most cats.

But what are these jobs? And what other roles keep the Clan alive? Well, I'm here to introduce you to quite a few jobs and other roles! There's quite a few more than in canon.

Leader

There is one leader in every Clan. The leader is supposed to lead their Clan, making all the important decisions, whether that be starting a battle or a war.

They've been specially chosen by the Stars, given nine lives to ensure their rule lasts far longer. This also means they can call upon StarClan to witness rituals, ceremonies, and naming.

It's important to note that leaders don't sit around doing nothing. Leaders are expected to also be very active, joining cats on patrols or in battles. They have those nine lives for a reason.

Deputy

There is one deputy in every Clan. The deputy is the leader's most trusted cat, one the leader believes will be a good leader once they lose their last life. The deputy's job is also very important, as while they don't make the important decisions, they are in charge of all patrols.

The deputy mostly does the same duties they had before becoming deputy, though if they weren't a warrior, they must go through at least four moons--one in each season--where they live as a warrior, hunting and fighting alongside their Clanmates. It's important a deputy understands how to send out the best patrols they can for each day.

Herbalist

Clans will typically have at least three herbalists, though it often fluctuates. Herbalists are the cats that tend to the sick and wounded, as well as receive prophecies, signs, and omens from the Stars above.

Herbalists go through a long training period, the longest of all the jobs. Their training averages around twelve whole moons, from six moons old to eighteen, though that doesn't account for exceptionally talented (or untalented) cats.

An herbalist must know what plants are helpful, what plants are poisonous, how to prepare each plant, as well as non-herbal treatments for various ailments. Though it's not inherently required, most herbalists also exhibit a strong tie to the Stars, allowing them to receive prophecies.

An herbalist is forbidden by Clan Code to have kits, known as the Petal-Cream Law, named after Falling Petals and Pelt of Cream, two herbalists that had kits together.

Working Adult

This is the majority of adult cats in the Clan. These are cats that have completed training and have earned their job and adult name. These cats have varying training times, depending on their job.

Warrior

The most common path for an apprentice to go down, warriors are the main fighters and hunters, in charge of doing patrols, hunting prey, and fighting battles in the name of their Clan. Most warriors have basic knowledge of field herbs and cooking. The typical training period for a warrior is around six moons, from six moons old to twelve.

Cook

Another common path, cooks are very important to every Clan, in charge of cooking prey and making dishes for everyone to enjoy. These cats must have good taste and scent, very few allergies, and a sharp memory. It's not uncommon for cooks to assist with hunting or gathering herbs. The typical training period for a cook is around nine moons, from six moons old to fifteen.

Strategist

Strategists are far different from other jobs in that apprentices are not trained to be a strategist. Warriors who show a clear talent for thinking about battles tactically are often offered a chance to become a strategist, at which point they'll train under a mentor like an apprentice. Strategists are in charge of finding and teaching advanced battle techniques, strategies, and tactics. The typical training period for a strategist is only three moons, given a cat chosen for this usually has an established understanding of battle tactics.

Storyteller

A rare path for apprentices to take, storytellers are some of the most important cats in a Clan, in charge of memorizing stories and writing new ones. Because all storytelling is oral, storytellers allow the Clans to recall history through dramatized retellings of big events. The typical training period for a storyteller is around eight moons, from six moons old to fourteen.

Denkeeper

One of the least appreciated, yet most important roles to the Clans. These cats are in charge of upkeep of dens and building new ones if needed, cleaning dens and bedding, and removing pests or parasites. While cleaning doesn't require training, building does, and they need a lot of training, from learning structural support to different kinds of dens and materials. The typical training period for a denkeeper is around eight moons, from six moons old to fourteen.

Caretakers

There's always at least one caretaker in every Clan. Caretakers are the cats in charge of caring for the young of the Clan, whether they're mothers, fathers, or even just cats that wish to help kitsit. Permanent caretakers will void their duties and move into the nursery, ready to help nursing queens or take in abandoned kits.

Apprentices

Every cat goes through an apprenticeship, typically once they reach six moons of age, though an apprenticeship can be delayed depending on circumstances. Apprentices are cats in training, whether adolescent (typical) or even an adult (recruited later). Apprentices have to learn their trade, as well as complete basic training all apprentices must learn (cooking, self defense, and field herbs). They also often do labor around camp, such as changing bedding, caring for the elders' fur, and minor pest control.

Elders

The oldest cats in the Clan, elders are the most respected of all Clan members aside from the leader. They are the wisest and most knowledgeable, and are even generally allowed to voice concerns over a leader's call. These cats no longer have duties or schedules, and are free to do whatever with their time. A cat becomes an elder of their own volition, and traditionally, they will receive an honor name to celebrate their abilities, feats, or even scars. These cats typically eat before anyone else, only preceded by kittens and nursing caretakers.

[smitavora]

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In the busy city of Kalyan, where lots of people are buying and selling houses, Tharwani Realty is known for being really good at what they do. They focus a lot on making their customers happy and being honest about everything they do. Because of this, they've become a well-respected name in the city. Their buildings not only change how the city looks but also make life better for the people who live there.

Understanding Customer Aspirations:

At the heart of Tharwani Realty's success story lies a deep understanding of the aspirations and needs of its customers. Recognizing that buying a property is not just a transaction but a significant milestone in one's life, Tharwani Realty goes above and beyond to ensure that every customer journey is smooth, transparent, and fulfilling. From the moment a potential buyer steps through their doors, Tharwani Realty's team takes the time to listen, understand, and empathize with their unique requirements, laying the foundation for a truly personalized experience.

Tharwani Realty's Commitment to Quality

One of the key factors that set Tharwani Realty apart from other builders in Kalyan is its unwavering commitment to quality. From the initial design phase to the final finishing touches, every aspect of their projects is meticulously planned and executed to exceed customer expectations. Tharwani Realty leverages the latest construction technologies and partners with top-notch architects and engineers to ensure that each property in Kalyan not only meets but surpasses the highest standards of quality and craftsmanship.

Tailored Solutions: 

Tharwani Realty understands that each customer is unique, with their own set of preferences and requirements. That's why they offer a diverse range of property options, catering to every budget and lifestyle. Whether it's luxurious apartments for those seeking an upscale living experience or budget-friendly flats for first-time homebuyers, Tharwani Realty ensures that there is something for everyone. With a keen eye for design and functionality, they create spaces that not only look beautiful but also enhance the quality of life for their residents.

Timely Delivery, Uncompromising Quality: 

In an industry plagued by delays and uncertainty, Tharwani Realty stands out for its impeccable track record of delivering projects on time. They understand the importance of honoring commitments and strive to ensure that every project is completed within the promised timeframe. Despite their focus on timely delivery, Tharwani Realty never compromises on quality. Each property undergoes rigorous quality checks at every stage of construction, ensuring that it not only meets but exceeds industry standards.

Transparency and Integrity:

Trust is the cornerstone of any successful relationship, and Tharwani Realty understands this better than anyone else. They believe in complete transparency and honesty in their dealings, earning the trust and confidence of their customers. Whether it's providing accurate information about the property or offering honest advice, Tharwani Realty always puts the interests of its customers first. By fostering an environment of trust and integrity, they have built long-lasting relationships with their clients, who have come to rely on them for all their real estate needs.

Tharwani Realty's Post-Sales Support

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In conclusion, Tharwani Realty stands as a shining example of what can be achieved when customer satisfaction and trust are placed at the forefront of business operations. In a competitive market like Kalyan, they have not only survived but thrived, thanks to their unwavering commitment to delivering quality properties and building lasting relationships with their customers. For anyone looking to invest in property in Kalyan, Tharwani Realty is not just a builder but a trusted partner in realizing their dreams.

[felixferitas]

her remark about it having been too long hadn't escaped his notice, but credited to his temperament or his upbringing felix thought it'd be better not to broach the subject. despite his fickle nature and oscillating fancying of her and annabel, his intention isn't to hurt her. in felix's mind, they're having fun, and he doesn't want to make a fool of himself by making assumptions — doesn't dare hope that india wants more from him than what he's currently providing. but he daydreams about the far-off future all the same, a reality where india is lady of the house and free to decorate the estate with chintz or even more hideous fucking rubens, to which felix doesn't complain because he's so far gone on her. they are still so very young, and they've all the time in the world to figure it out, to figure each other out.

this earns an amused grin and shake of his head, endeared that india even bothers to ask. it might as well be a rhetorical question. "you know damn well it's not. hell would have to freeze over before i come banging 'round your door for coke money. was thinking more along the lines of taking you home for the night," he supplies, on the off-chance his interest hadn't been obvious enough — just being in india's proximity was enough to have him sporting a half-chub more often than not. even if felix wasn't a man of means, he thinks he'd still find the concept of india asking to pay for her share of the drugs unconscionable, a conflicting value system considering his bohemian lifestyle. he barks a laugh, eyes curving up into fond crescents as he leans in to place a playful kiss to the soft dip of her chin. "i hate to be the one to tell you this, but you're jumping from one pervert to the next if you mean to make me your dealer," felix drawls, studded brow raising, the lighthearted humor on his face leaving as soon as she repositions his hands lower on her body, replaced with palpable hunger.

all blood rushes south, leaving him dizzy and wanting, groping the outside of her thighs as his fingertips trace the elastic of her panties. he's discombobulated and subdued by the weight of his arousal, but felix is thrown further off-kilter by her question. his mouth goes dry. "i don't. not with every tom, dick, and harry at least," he murmurs, and although felix has a follow-up statement, a name and a face in mind, he's reluctant to voice it. would india feel insulted if he said there was a distinction, feel like even more of a possession? the thought of oliver between her thighs instead of him doesn't repulse him or curdle the contents of his stomach the way it would with other men. "i don't know. i feel that if i must share you, sharing you with someone i trust would breed less resentment. if you're giving me a choice." he-who-must-not-be-named would likely be watching this interaction if he had a say in the matter, but felix isn't even certain that's what she's asking, and if the moment is ruined, he's hoping someone will inform his dick. his fingers slide under the elastic to tug them further down her legs, palms grabbing her glutes to set her down on the lid of the toilet before he drops to his knees, his gaze dark and mouth audacious. "are you? giving me a choice?" india has her methods of getting her way, undoubtedly, but felix has his as well and with every tease of his lips, ghosts of kisses alongside the soft skin of her thighs he makes this known. he licks the seam of his lips before burying his face between the part of her thighs, hands settling on the dip of her waist to hold her steady as his tongue drags along her folds. felix prides himself on being a magnanimous gentleman in public but in private with all pretense to the wayside, he's unabashed in his pursuit to reduce india to a puddle of baser needs, jaw straining with effort as he slurps on her clit.

she melts into their kiss with ease, every ounce of tension leaving her when he dips her head back. she wants to moan and she almost does, her body heating the second his tongue comes into play. it's been too long. india has already alluded to such in their earlier conversation however, so she stays quiet. neediness was the ultimate turn-off, but didn't he feel it too? the overwhelming urge to consume one another. to commit forbidden acts in public places. didn't he ever just miss.... her? she attempts to ignore the dizzying effects of their kiss when they pull apart. to pretend his mere presence didn't alter her brain chemistry or send her hormones spiralling after just one intimate interaction. perhaps the cocaine will help, or at least, take the edge off her frustration. like many times before, she succeeds in stifling her sighs, composing herself as though she hadn't been waiting for this moment all evening. felix produces the drug and she smiles up at him, starry eyed prior to the rush of adrenaline. he holds the key to her nose and she sniffs, eyes closing over to absorb the hit. it's a small amount, but it suffices, working to sober her from the light haziness of the prosecco. she waits patiently on him to take some of his own and put it away, leaning back against the stall, where she raises her thigh to his hip. "i've got money back at my dorm, if it's cash you're after?" india answers his question with a smirk, guiding her high heeled jimmy choo to rub playfully up his calf. "pretty sure my dealer's a pervert so i've been looking elsewhere." not that coke was her priority by any means. she just didn't tend to cope very well with the high levels of pressure without it. her gaze is soon brought back to his eyes, delicious pools of dark brown, both his hands gently holding her face as though she's something precious. for felix, she would be anything he asked. mould herself to fit whatever ideal he desired. under his gaze, she feels microscopic in nature, as though he's studying her. did he like what was underneath the surface? what resided beneath all of the beauty? would he ever care to delve deeper? "what if i don't like sharing?" it's a question that she's been running from, a question that passes from her lips without warning. one she doesn't intend to ask until it's already too late. his palms are comforting, fingertips grazing her temple, as she reaches for them. "do you ---" gently, she removes fee's hands from her face, repositioning one of them below her dress, to the stretch of skin where her thigh is still raised upon his hip. "do you like sharing me?" there's a part of her that's afraid to know the answer and a greater part of her that's worried she's ruining the moment. her mind is racing, her heart pounding even faster, but all she can think about is his weight against her. she's a little breathless, hands massaging his chest, smoothing over the ralph lauren shirt he's wearing. what is it you really want? her breath is hot on his lips, arousal pulsing at her core because if the roles were reversed, she'd tell him that he's all she ever fucking wants.

[pink-apollo]

OooOOOOoooOOoo I'm really loving your writing! Do you have any headcanons on what the Sinclair's (all 3) would be like with an S/O who was just as touchstarved as them? Like, at first their person would nearly flinch before leaning in, but now that they've been together for a little bit their person is stuck like glue to them, just constant skin to skin contact like they've been starved to death for physical comfort for too long. 'cause uhhhhh that may or may not be me rn🥺🥺🥺

Aww anon :( It’s okay toots. sometimes we all feel like that. But i just so happen to be wolfing down a cheesesteak while watching Friday the 13th 1980. Don’t forget you’re loved, cherished, and valid <3 Also hydrate and grab a snackie

🕯Vincent🕯

Vincent, my dear boy is just in pure bliss. He always knew that you craved affection, but at times it seemed like an obstacle to come across. The whole touching aspect. However, you weren’t alone in this situation. Vincent himself craved to have your arms wrapped around him, head resting under his chin as he rubbed your back in comfort. Within time of soft touches and respecting each other's boundaries by taking it slow, the end of every night there is always a goodnight kisses and longing hug. It’s become a major thing where anytime either of you feel needy or just want to cuddle together in silence, you always know where to find one another when needed. Sometimes you might want physical touch and all he can offer is his hand, which is plenty enough. Or even at times do that cute pinky hold. Both methods work just fine for him. He wants to able to make himself accessible when you need some comfort  ;-;

🔧Bo🔧

Honestly in this situation, it’s bo who you need to try and not startle with contact. Bo was never shown proper affection and how to love someone without the abuse part. He knows you would never do such a thing, but it’s all he’s known. Even if you went to touch his hand, the slightest flinch could be seen no matter how much he tries to ignore. With very slow hand movements and kisses on each of his knuckles and wrist, bo slowly was able to form more of a healthy relationship with physical contact. With each day that had passed by, Bo would slowly turn out to seek you for affection rather it be the other way around. Sure, he tries to keep it in a way where he thinks you don’t know what he’s doing, but you really do. That is until you turn around and grab him by the face and pull him down for a kiss. Is completely shocked until it registered what happens and leans down for another kiss. No flinch. Just love.

Lester 

Lester is very understanding where you’re coming from! Trust isn’t something that one easily earns. Of course, he wants to hold and smother you with his love, but knows that your boundaries come first and what you say goes. He hated that fact that whenever his hand would get close to yours, you would instinctively pull away due to fear. He could see how you yourself hated it as well. He was very patient and soon he had you all snuggled up on him on the couch with the puppers as well. Now that you actively seek Lester out, he can’t help but to feel ecstatic that you want cuddles and kisses from him! He does what he can for his honey, even if it means being curled up in bed all day, tangled up in each others limbs. 

[laladellakang]

Alice Sohn

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2021.12.18

(italics dialogue = english) 

requested!

dellice moments

alice's reason for leaving the group

WARNING! criticism on weight (loss), mentions of death, ending's quite sad? (please tell me if i missed anything)

the day they met

"Hello, I'm fifteen-year-old, Kang Della. Please treat me well." Della introduced herself with a small bow to the other new trainees.

'She looks really cool, she's definitely YG's style,' Alice thought as she saw the younger.

"Hello, I'm seventeen-year-old, Sohn Alice from the US. Please treat me well," Alice's voice slightly shook from the nerves.

'She seems like a shy person. She's so cute," Della thought.

— • — • —

"Hi unnie," Della built up the courage to approach one of the trainees. Alice seemed like the shiest out of everyone so Della was going to try and help her feel more comfortable.

Plus, she speaks English.

"Hi," Alice smiled shyly. She thought that Della might be a cold person so she was taken aback.

"Congratulations on getting accepted," Della smiled widely.

'Woah, she's really pretty.' Alice thought.

"Thank you. Congratulations too," she smiled back.

"Have you lived in the US all your life?" Della asked.

"Yeah I came here solely to be an idol," the older's smile returned. "I've been in Korea for a year though. I used to train in another company."

"Oh really, which one?"

"SM," Della's eyes widened.

"Woahh, that's so cool! What made you transfer, if you don't mind me asking?" Alice's heart warmed at how genuinely interested she looked.

And just like that, Della's mission was accomplished.

their diary

"You've gotten better again, Della-ya. You're pitch is more stable and your dance was nice and clean," the company's higher-ups commented during Della's second monthly evaluation. "You still have the habit of looking down at times though. Maintain as much eye contact as you can- don't lower your chin too."

"You've also lost a lot of weight. It looks unhealthy," someone spoke up. "It says here you've lost four kilos since last month. Try to gain that back, it was perfect earlier."

The comment really broke Della's heart. She saw it coming, given that she hasn't been eating much in addition with her vigorous practicing and exercising to try and get over her ass of an ex. It's really hard for her to gain weight in general so hearing that she's lost that much really hurt.

"Thank you, I will try harder."

— • — • —

"I've lost four kilos?" Della placed her head in her hands as she talked to Alice. "I mean- I know I lost weight but four fucking kilos?"

"Lala, what happened?" Alice's eyebrows furrowed. They haven't known each other for long but Della seemed to change drastically only a week after they entered the company.

Della hadn't told anyone of the break up. For all people knew, they were still together. She didn't want to burden anyone with her issues.

But she can trust Alice, right? They've gotten really close these past two months and she also doesn't know the guy personally so she won't confront him or anything.

"My boyfriend of over a year broke things off two months ago- a week after we joined the company," she poured her heart out to her unnie.

Della didn't provide much details but Alice didn't mind. She was just grateful that she earned the younger's trust the same way Della has her's. It was the start of them being each other's diary.

Still, no one knew what Della went through in that relationship. No one but her future boyfriends three years later.

tradition

"Della-ssi, what is this?" the staff asked, pulling out two instant ramen packs out of Della's bag.

Before entering the company training building, the staff always checks the trainees' bags, just to make sure that there isn't anything 'bad.'

Especially trainees like Della, who don't live in the dorms.

"My dinner?" she raised an eyebrow slightly. The staff know that she doesn't (and can't) diet, so they always let her bring her own food.

"Yeah but why two?"

"I didn't eat lunch," she said sheepishly.

"Aish- Della-ya, don't skip your meals. You're too skinny already," the staff smiled at her before putting the packs back in. "You've grown taller too. So eat more, yeah?"

"Of course! Thank you!" she grinned innocently.

'Damn, the favouritism is real,' she thought as she walked to the dance practice room.

— • — • —

"Here you go, unnie," Della placed one cooked portion in front of Alice. The two of them always eat together in one of the private rooms.

"What?" Alice looked at her with wide eyes.

"You didn't eat much, right? And you said you missed eating ramyeon," Della sat across from her.

"How did you even get this through? Aren't you hungry?" Alice was still in disbelief.

"I already ate a lot before coming here," Della smiled adoringly. "-and you know how they are with me."

This soon became their tradition, which they even continued in BE:LIFT. Della bringing food that Alice craved but isn't allowed to eat and sneakingly eating it together.

christmas

"아버님 어머님, 안녕하세요," Della's dad, Della's mom, hello. Alice greeted with a small bow. [abeonim eomeonim, annyeonghaseyo]

The trainees were given some time off for Christmas, and since Alice's only family lives in the States, Della offered for her to come celebrate with her.

"Hello, Alice," Della's mom smiled at the girl. "Welcome to our home."

"Thank you so much for allowing me to join in and stay," Alice really was thankful. She had to spend Christmas alone last year.

"Della told us about the food you used to eat in America," her dad smiled. "We have roast chicken cooking, we're making mashed potatoes and mac n' cheese- oh some apple pie as well! I hope it's good enough."

"Lala!" Alice pushed Della lightly with wide eyes. "Abeonim, eomeonim, you didn't have to!"

"Nonsense! You deserve to have a piece of home after being away for so long," her mom flicked her hand towards Alice's direction. "This is Della's little sister, our youngest daughter, Jane," the former had her arms wrapped around an already very tall Kang Jaein.

"Hello, Alice-unnie," Jane smiled sweetly.

"You should put your stuff away first," Della's dad helped Alice with her small luggage. "Would you like to stay in the guest bedroom or Della's room?"

"Ah, abeonim, it's okay! I can carry it!"

'So that's why Della seems so well raised.'

— • — • —

"Merry Christmas, Alice," Della's mom handed Alice an envelope.

"Eomeonim, whyy," Alice whined, accepting the gift.

"Open it," Della grinned widely while sneaking a few cheeky glances at her parents.

"No," Alice's eyes widened when she saw the paper. "No," she looked at Della and her parents with tear-brimmed eyes.

"Merry Christmas," Jane smiled sweetly.

One round-trip ticket to Chicago just in time to celebrate New Year's. A ticket back home.

the day she realised

Alice was confused.

Extremely confused.

She thought that she was only attracted to men.

That was until Della Kang came along.

She knew that the girl makes her heart flutter at times, but she figured that it was simply because of the lack of male attention.

But as time passes by, she started feeling jealousy.

She felt jealous when other trainees looked at Della with heart eyes. She felt jealous when Della treats her friends like they're her girlfriend/boyfriend. She felt jealous when Della talks about her biases. She felt jealous when Della's with her 'boyfriend', Kyungjun.

Yet she was adamant that it was because of the lack of male attention.

"You like her, don't you?" Kyungjun asked when Della went to the café's restroom.

"What?" Alice was taken aback.

"Della? You have feelings for her, huh?" he raised his eyebrows.

"No I don't," she played with her fingers.

"You definitely do. It's quite obvious," he smirked. "The way you look at her, how you get jealous, it's just really obvious- at least to me."

Alice stayed quiet for a few seconds, trying to process what he said.

Shit. She likes Della. She likes girls.

"Shit," she placed her head on the table. "I'm bi.."

"Are you sure you're not just straight up.. y'know.. lesbian?" she lifted her head to look at him with a straight face. "I don't know! You just seem very.. into her."

"Now that you mention it, I don't know," her eyes shifted down to look at the table. "I haven't done anything with boys since I moved here."

"You can try kissing me and see if you feel anything," Kyungjun offered with a shrug, making the girl snort.

"I swear to God, I will never understand Della and your's relationship."

experiments?

"Lala?" Alice called out. She was staying over Della's house during their break.

"Yes?" Della replied, looking at the older. She was playing with her phone on her bed while Alice just got out of the bathroom.

"I'm.. I'm kinda curious about something.." Alice shifted her position from the nerves.

She had to know. She had to know if she actually likes girls or not.

"What is it?" the unnie took a deep breath.

"Umm.. I.." she was stalling.

"Yes, unnie?" 'oh God, why is her voice so hot?' Alice thought.

"I've never like-" she took another deep breath. "I've never kissed a girl before."

"Unnie- what made you suddenly think of that?" Della chuckled lowly, making Alice blush. "Come here."

'Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck,' Alice's heart was racing.

She walked over to Della, who is now sat on the edge of her bed. The latter made eye contact as she pat her lap.

'Can this girl stop making my heart flutter?' Alice was trying so hard not to slap her best friend.

She sat on Della's lap, wrapping her legs around her waist and her arms around her neck.

"You wanna go in it first or do you want me to do it?" Della whispered.

The older knew that she was experienced. If any of Della's friends were bicurious, they would always turn to her to experiment.

Alice didn't (verbally) answer. Instead, she leaned in to connect their lips.

'Fuck. I like girls. I only like girls,' Alice thought as she felt butterflies in her tummy, something she didn't feel when she kissed Kyungjun.

"Can I kiss you again?" Alice eagerly asked when they pulled away.

Della chuckled before reconnecting their lips and laying back on the bed.

— • — • —

"Shit- Justin, I'm gay."

leaving YG

"Unnie, I have to tell you something," Della mumbled during dinner.

"Why? What is it?" Alice felt nervous. Della's almost never like this.

"I think-" Della took a deep breath. "I think I want to leave the company."

"What?! Why?" Alice's heart felt heavy.

"It might take years for me to debut," Della put down her spoon. "I mean- think about it. We only have BlackPink and before that, 2NE1, yet they've debuted how many boy groups? We have BigBang, Sechskies, Winner, iKon and now Treasure? Mix Nine was supposed to be a boy group too- for fuck's sake, we're never gonna debut," Della ranted.

"They keep saying that we're debut ready though," Alice's comment made the younger scoff.

"They've been saying that for a year now," Alice thought long and hard. Della's right.

"Okay," Alice nodded. "But if you're going, I'm going. We need to stick together, Lala."

he(e) knows

(last week of iland)

"You like Della, don't you?" Alice whispered in Heeseung's ear so the staff wouldn't hear them. She had already turned off both of their microphones.

Heeseung's eyes widened. 'Was I that obvious?'

"Yeah, you're quite obvious," she whispered again with a small smirk. "You do know that like- a lot of the guys have a crush on her too right?"

"Yeah, including you right?" he smirked when he saw her wide eyes. "It was either you really look up to her or you like her, and you just unintentionally confirmed my suspicion."

"Shit," she mumbled.

"Don't worry, I think I'm the only one who noticed," he ruffled her hair.

"Well my point in telling you is-" she got close to whisper again. "Della doesn't play favourites, you know that right? Don't make her choose. Don't fight over her, she might not choose any of you that way."

"Then what should we do?" Heeseung furrowed his eyebrows.

"Share."

her idea

"You know guys.." Alice spoke up when Della left the private room to go to the restroom. They were visiting the company a day after the finale of I-Land. "There's a solution to your issue with Della at the moment."

"Issue?" Jay asked. All of them (except Heeseung) were confused.

"You all like her right?" she bluntly said. The six of them looked at her with wide eyes. "Oh come on, I know that you guys know that you know."

"Huh?" Jake and Riki said in unison.

"My point is- and I said this to Heeseung, Della is not one to play favourites. Don't make her choose between you guys, 'cause she'll mostly like not choose at all."

"Then-" Alice cut Sunoo off.

"Consider sharing."

"What?!" the six exclaimed at the same time.

"What the fuck?! Why would we-" Jake cut himself when he heard footsteps.

"Who would want that?" Sunghoon continued for him after the footsteps were gone.

All of them were in shock at the suggestion. Heeseung was the only fully calm one, playing with his fingers as he listened to his members.

"Look, it might sound crazy but I swear- if you share her-" they heard footsteps again so Alice tried to quickly get the words out.

"I can guarantee that she can and will make everyone feel equally as loved."

departure

"So this is it, huh?" Alice said through her tears, facing her best friend of three years.

It was the day of her flight back to Chicago.

She's actually leaving. All those years of training, wasted. She left home to be an idol and she couldn't even achieve that.

"Three years, unnie," Della nodded with glossy eyes. "Thank you for everything," she forced a smile.

"Lala, no," Alice cried harder, pulling Della into a hug. The other members watched on the side. Heeseung and Sunoo were the only two who didn't hold back their tears. "Fucking hell- why did this have to happen?!"

Alice's mom passed away during the birth of her little brother.

She was a single mom who was banished from her family for getting pregnant before marriage. She immigrated to the US to be with Alice's father, but he passed away when Alice was just a small child.

When Alice's grandparents heard of the news, they started sending money to help fund the small family. Yet they still didn't want to see them in person.

It was just the two of them for so long. Alice's mom knew of her daughter's dream of becoming an idol so she encouraged (well- practically threatened) the girl to just go for it.

The plan was for Alice to bring her mom back to the country after the former debuts. But she got herself pregnant again and Alice is the only relative who would take the child in. Her grandparents would only help by sending extra money.

Both the company and the members understood and respected her decision to leave. She had no other choice after all.

"Please come visit us, we'll also try and visit if we can," Della was now crying.

"I wish I could've seen your parents one last time too," Alice cried harder. "Fuck- Thank you so much for everything, Della. You and your family are literal angels- the biggest blessing."

Della's parents heard of the news and paid for all of Alice's training debt. They truly have a heart of gold.

Alice pulled back to look at the boys and gestured for a group hug with a sad smile.

"Thank you, Enhypen. I'm so sorry for leaving you like this," she managed to let out through her sobs. "I love you guys so much, I will always cheer you on."

"Don't apologise, noona. It couldn't be prevented. Thank you for everything," Jay spoke up. "Stay strong over there, yeah? We wish you the best of luck."

They pulled back and Alice took a good look at all of the members.

"Take care of my baby, yeah? She's now the only female member," Alice chuckled while ruffling Della's hair. "Remember what I told you."

They could only nod their head while Heeseung, Sunoo and Jungwon wiped their tears.

They nodded, but they didn't actually take her advice until after Jeju.

Della and Alice rested their forehead against the other’s before Alice pulled away to grab her luggage and leave.

"We would've been a really cool group," Alice chuckled sadly. "'Til next time, Enhypen."

"Oh! I almost forgot! Kang Della-" Alice got close to her ear to whisper something.

"I learned that I'm gay and I've liked you for a while now. Good luck with your men."

just in case anyone was wondering, in '2021 isn't even over yet,' alice left her brother at a close friend's house. they've been constantly helping her with parenting stuff.

[viking-raider]

Hoist the Colours - Part II

Summary: You try and survive being Henry's captive, while your father plans on how to get you back.

Pairing: Henry Cavill/Reader

Word Count: 7,629

Warning: PG-13 - Pirate!Henry, Some Dark Themes, Language, Kidnapping, Ransom, Captivity, Possible Trigger Warning, Unwanted Physical Contact, Angst, Fluff, Bondage

Inspiration: Pirates of the Caribbean and Henry Cavill!

Author's Note: Gotta love Pirates!

Tag List Blog: @viking-raider-taglist

Henry woke with the sun glittering off the ocean and into his face and groaned, rubbing at his bearded cheeks and sat up, rolling his stiff neck and shoulders. His body was sore after the battle the day before, he crossed the swaying room and poured himself a stiff drink and quickly downed it with a groan.

Splashing some water in his face from a small basin, Henry peeked through the narrow gap between bed curtains and saw you sound asleep, before a light knock sounded on the still locked door.

“What is it?” He asked, opening the door to his first mate, Benjamin Nullings.

“Morning to you too, Captain.” Nullings greeted him back, with a smile.

Henry shook his head at the man, a smile tugging at his lips. He and Nullings had known each other for a good many years, back when they were both crewmen on another Pirate's ship, before Henry acquired the Crimson Jersey, a Spanish Galleon, and he made Nullings his First Mate, being one of the only men that he trusted.

“Good morning, Benji.” He replied to him.

“Well, good is going to depend on how you take the news I have for you.” Nullings answered, his brow creasing.

“What news?” Henry frowned, not liking the tone or the look Nullings was giving him.

“It's Valentine.” Nullings said, clearing his throat and rubbing the back of his bald head. “He was injured in the skirmish yesterday, took a musket ball to the arm. The surgeon had to take it off during the night, but he ended up bleeding out and died early this morning.”

Henry's head dropped back with a growl. “Fuck.”

“Exactly.” Nullings nodded, pressing his lips together. “You know old man Norris entrusted us with his son to try and straighten the boy out, not get his arm blown off or him killed.”

“He's going to kick up quite the fuss back at the Island for this.” Henry groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Has Quartermaster Astley tallied up the new loot?”

“He has, and we should make a very tidy profit of ten thousand pieces of eight.” Nullings informed him.

“Divided by a thirty man crew.” Henry squeezed his eyes closed and did the math. “Three hundred pieces per man. Norris will want his son's portion plus compensation for his death. Give him Valentine's portion and I'll compensate Norris for the death of his son.” He told Nullings, pushing his jaw forward.

“Once we get back to the Island, that is.”

“I'll have Astley make a note of it in his logs.” Nullings nodded, agreeing with his Captain and friend. “How's our bargaining chip holding up?” He asked, with a knowing smile.

“Stubborn and feisty.” Henry replied, glancing over his shoulder.

“Typical of all women.” Nullings laughed, his head thrown back.

“True enough.” Henry agreed, looking back at him. “Have Ellis keep us on course for Tortuga, but we won't be harboring there. So, have him anchor us off shore and the men will row out to it. They've earned a jaunt on shore after being at sea for the last eight months.”

“When we get the girl's ransom, do we still intend on returning to the Island?”

“Yes, we won't be able to hold anything more and we're already starting to ride lower in the water than we should.” He commented, running a hand through his hair.

“Well, we'll be in Tortuga within two days.”

“Excellent.” Henry nodded, pleased. “Have Valentine's body put in a shroud and we'll pay our respects to him this afternoon.” He instructed him, hearing you start to stir, disturbed by the sound of their voices.

“Aye, Captain.” Nullings nodded his head at Henry and went about his duties.

Henry closed the door as you pulled back the curtains, whimpering as the bright sunlight hit your unprepared eyes. “Good morning, pet.” He purred, smirking at you as you brushed your sleep tousled hair out of your face.

You huffed at him, rolling your eyes at his continued nickname for you, but didn't answer his greeting.

“Someone is a grumpy morning person.” He chuckled, openly teasing you.

“Only with bloodthirsty pirates.” You growled at him, trying to soothe the wrinkles in your skirts.

“Well, they don't call me Henry the Red for nothing, pet.” Henry grinned at you, unashamed and proud of himself. “We'll anchor off the coast of Tortuga in two days' time.” He informed you, combing his fingers through his messy curls.

“Tortuga?” You frowned up at him, surprised. “Why not Lockemirth?”

“I'm not going anywhere near Lockemirth until your dear papa has your ransom.” He replied, pulling his hair back with the leather string. “I'm not a stupid man, if I was to go near that island before hand, it would give him and the Crown amble opportunity to try and overtake my ship and crew. So, we'll wait in Tortuga.”

“Then, how will you know my father will have it?” You asked him, lifting a brow at him. “Tortuga and Lockemirth are eighty kilometers apart.”

Henry smirked at you, impressed. “A woman that knows her cartography.”

“I'm an educated woman, not the plague ridden whores you gallivant with.” You hissed at him, venomously.

“I have much finer tastes.” He replied, his stormy blue eyes scanning you for a long moment. “Anyhow, I have my ways of getting messages between the islands. So, you don't have to worry about that, pet.”

You glared daggers into him, wishing you had some means to wipe that smug look off his face. Henry stared back at you, he could see the thoughts flitting across your mind, you were either terrible at hiding how you were feeling or you weren't bothering to do so. Either way, he wasn't threatened by it or worried that you could pull it off or even attempt it to begin with, and he let that show on his own face.

“Enter!” He shouted, just as a knock came, causing you to jump at the sudden sound.

His cabin door opened and the same man from the night before entered with another silver tray with food upon it, he paid no attention to you as he bowed his head to Henry, set the tray down on his desk and left again.

“Are you starving this morning as well, pet?” Henry asked, picking up a few bits of food off of his plate and popped them into his mouth, making a big deal out of chewing and how good it tasted.

You watched him eat and felt your stomach rumble in your stays, you hadn't eaten since early afternoon the day before and were parched beyond belief. Henry lifted a silver goblet to his nose, swirling its contents and taking a whiff of it with a satisfied hum, before taking a deep swallow.

“Mmm, simply remarkable.” He said, after rolling the mouthful of wine in his mouth for a moment, before swallowing. “A 1681, Spanish Red.” He spoke, licking his lips. “I've always loved red wine, so it works out in the end.”

You gulped, feeling your hunger start to break down your willpower as you watched him enjoy the wine and food, purposely taking his time and making a show of it. With every bite of food and sip of wine your hunger and desperation grew, to the point you almost became unhinged. Henry set his goblet down and picked up yours, holding it out to you, a playful and teasing smirk and expression on his face, continuing to poke holes in your weak resolve.

“You know you want it, pet.” He hummed, lowering the deep timber of his voice, taunting you. “Wet those sweet lips of yours.” He purred, his tone teasing more than one meaning of his words. “Be a pity to let yourself go to waste.”

Gulping and licking your lips, the last of your will dissipating as you shot forward and snatched the goblet from his hand, making him laugh, as you hastily downed it, your mind not taking a moment to ask your taste buds how it tasted. Henry picked his own goblet back up, slowly sipping his wine, while you started to gorge yourself on the food. He plucked up the uncorked bottle of wine on the tray and refilled your goblet, the rich and deep red liquid splashing onto the stained oak wood of his desk as the ship bucked on the waves.

“Easy, pet.” Henry cooed at you. “Don't make yourself sick.”

You slowed down, looking up at him as you swallowed down the bit of food you had been devouring, the look in your hungry and exhausted eyes shifting, then you gulped down, audibly. A broader smirk crossed Henry's face and he rolled his eerily blue eyes at you.

“I ate the same food off the same plate, pet. It's not fouled up.” He laughed at you, increasingly amused at your silliness at thinking he, or the cook, had some how poisoned the food. He touched his fingers under your chin, smirking at you.

“For Lord's sake, you're no use to me dead or damaged.”

Another knock sounded at the door and it opened without Henry's permission, revealing Nullings. “Captain, Valentine and his shroud have been prepared, all we wait for is you.” He informed Henry, lifting a brow at the two of you.

“If you aren't busy.” He added, clearing his throat.

“I'm not.” Henry replied, dropping his hand from your chin. “Just making sure the Governor's daughter had her breakfast.” He chuckled, gently patting your cheek, then polished off his wine and set it down on his desk. “Come along, pet. All aboard are required to attend.” He told you, starting for the door.

“Attend what?” You asked, staying where you were.

“One of my men, Valentine Tash, was injured in the skirmish yesterday.” Henry replied, pulling on his jerkin. “He died, after having his arm nearly blown off.” He explained to you, settling the garment on his body.

“What's that matter to me?” You snapped, narrowing your eyes at him. “You were the monster that attacked my ship. It's your fault, he's dea--”

Henry bolted across the room, the back of his big hand connecting to your surprised cheek in a harsh smack; if it wasn't for his desk, you would have crumbled to the floor, instead you fell upon the desk, sending the tray of food crashing to the floor and spilling your goblet and the bottle of wine across it.

“Every man, and woman, on this ship knows the difficulties and dangers of being on these seas and in this occupation. Death is part of that expectation, no matter who they are. If they die, from whatever the cause, they have been cautioned and informed of it, and still they chose to come. That isn't on my head or on my heart.” He hissed at you, face twisted with rage.

“So, I suggest you watch your tongue, especially when you speak of things an insolent and ignorant girl does not understand.” He grabbed you by the elbow and yanked you up onto your feet. “Do you understand what I've said?”

You looked up at him, sniffling, eyes brimming with tears and your cheek welted with his knuckles. “Y-e-s.” You hiccupped and gulped thickly.

“Good.” Henry replied, tense. “Now, we're going out there and you will behave yourself, and if you try anything stupid, you won't leave this cabin again, until I have everything I want from your father in three days.” He warned you, shoving you in the direction of the door.

You tripped over the threadbare rug on the floor, but was thankfully caught by Nullings, before you fell. He gave you a soft and sympathetic smile, supporting you until you managed to right yourself, then kindly let you go. Henry moved in behind you, making you shiver as you followed Nullings out of the Captain's cabin. You blinked at the bright light of the morning as you stepped out onto the main deck of the ship, it seemed by the amount of people there as well, that the entire crew was out and waiting for the ceremony to send Valentine off to his watery grave.

It would be a lie, if you said you weren't interested in how pirates dealt with their dead. You had spent much of the voyage on the Kilmartin dreaming up scenarios about pirates and their ways of life on the high seas; but being kidnapped and held for ransom wasn't one of them though.

You saw a canvas wrapped body on a long wood platform that was balanced on the edge of the ship with two men holding onto it, so it wouldn't prematurely fall into the roiling sea below. The men gathered around their Captain, removing what hats they were wearing and bowed their heads. Henry stood tall beside you, his broad shoulders straight and tense as he surveyed his crew, his expression hard and unreadable.

“We gather here in honor of our mate, Valentine Tash.” He said, speaking loudly over the waves crashing against the hull. “He was a good man, a hard worker and a sound fighter. It is unfortunate that we have lost him, but he will forever be remembered.”

The crew let out three cheers in agreement and honor of their fallen comrade, before Henry gave a stiff nod of his head and the two men holding the body, lifted the platform and the shrouded body of Valentine Tash slid off of it and into the abyss below, never to be seen again. The crew lingered for another moment of quiet, before silently returning to their stations. You stood beside Henry as he continued to stare after the now vanished body, you saw, now that his men were gone or distracted by their duties, the look in his ordinarily hard and guarded eyes was one of a raw heart, one that had lost many men over the years and, even after telling you he felt none of it, was a man that had felt all of those deaths as if they were his own.

Henry caught you staring at him. “What?” He snapped, regaining command of his face.

“Nothing, just enjoying the sunshine.” You replied, blinking up at the blue and cloudless sky. “You?”

His eyes narrowed, then blinked at you, softening slightly. “Same.” He answered, his voice calmer. “It won't last though.” He added a second later, squinting into the sunlight.

“Why do you say that?” You replied, frowning and trying to see what he was talking about.

Henry dropped his eyes to you, amused. “I've spent my entire life either on or by the sea.” He replied, moving to the railing. “All that experience teaches you the language and nature of it. Even if it looks calm, sunny and beautiful, there's always something brewing just beyond the horizon.” He told you, leaning his forearms against the worn and sun faded railing.

“There's a storm coming.” He whispered, narrowing his eyes at a very thin strip of dark clouds. “But, we should be off Tortuga by the time it arrives.”

“Will we make landfall then?” You asked, gulping at the thought of being on the ship, any ship, with a storm going off.

“No.” He chuckled, shaking his head and looked over his shoulder at you. “We'll be as safe on the ship as we are on land.” He could see the fear and anxiety in your face and eyes. “Don't fret, pet. I've sailed this ship around hurricanes and she hasn't sunk yet.” He grinned at you, giving you an odd feeling of safety, but also a feeling of uneasiness.

“Then again, she can't.”

“All ships sink.” You frowned, shaking your head at him.

“Not this one, pet. Not this one.” Henry replied, still grinning as he looked his beloved ship over. “She's special.”

“Special how?” You answered, starting to worry for the pirate's mental soundness.

Henry pushed off the railing and caught your chin in his fingers, tipping your head back to look up at his amused face. “That's nothing for you to worry about, pet. There are some things beyond your innocent understanding in this world and beyond it.” He told you, his eyes darkening with an almost sinister delight.

You jerked up with a gasp as a crack of lightning struck the water, so close to the Crimson Jersey that Henry's cabin lit up like broad daylight. You gripped the blankets of Henry's bed as the ship tilted and swayed at nauseating degrees under the heavy winds, the torrential rain hammered every part of the ship, pattering against the glass of the stern windows like small pebbles. You gasped again as a hiss filled the cabin, but slightly relaxed again, a spark of light flared to life and illuminated Henry's face as he leaned over his desk to touch the flame to the blackened wick of his tallow candle.

“I didn't mean to wake you.” You spoke, barely audible above the storm.

“You didn't.” Henry replied, crossing the room with a small struggle.

“I'm impressed how well you and your men can walk across the room or deck, when the ship is bucking like a wild animal.”

“It's land that tends to be tricky for most sailors.” He chuckled, pouring a drink, unphased by the glasses moving across the table. “Your body gets so used to the sway of the ship, it doesn't know how to react when you're finally on unmoving land again.” He told you, picking the glasses up and crossed over to you, holding one of them out.

“It's like watching a newborn babe try to walk for the first time.” He laughed, sitting down on the edge of the bed. “I'm supposing this is your first time at sea.” He said, sipping his drink.

“It is.” You nodded, staring into your own glass for a moment, before lifting it to your lips. “I would have rather stayed in London.”

“With your mother?”

Your eyes jerked over to him.

“You were the only woman on board the Kilmartin that my men and I encountered.” He clarified. “I doubt your father had you himself, so that leaves your mother still in London herself.”

“She is still in London.” You nodded, chewing on your bottom lip and trying to hold back the overwhelming wave of tears that wanted to overtake you.

You were so consumed by all the events of late, being forced to leave the only home you had ever known, to sail half a world away to a teeny island, where you knew no one other than your father. Then to be kidnapped by Pirates and held for a ransom, that you feared if your father didn't or wasn't able to pay would only end badly for you. It was all adding up on you, especially when you were still trying to deal and come to terms with your mother's passing.

“I doubt we could have brought her, even if we wanted too.” You mumbled into your glass.

“Did she not wish to join you both?” Henry asked, head slightly tilting as he noticed the cloud that crossed your face, even in the crepuscular light of the cabin.

“I'm sure she would have come with us, if she could have.” You looked up at him, eyes shining and red. “But, sailors already believe a woman on board is a bad omen, I shudder to think what they would have said about transporting the dug up coffin of one.”

Henry's mouth dropped open for a moment, before he regained his composure. “She's passed on then.”

You nodded your head, dropping your eyes back to your barely touched drink. “A year ago, this past month.” You whispered, ringing the tip of your finger around the rim of the glass. “She was sick for a very long time.” You sniffled and gulped, feeling your strength start to waver.

“I'm very sorry.” Henry whispered, softly. “It must still hurt you deeply.”

His words were the keys that opened the floodgates to everything you had pushed behind it. The walls of your throat closed and your eyes burned with the liquid fire of your tears, your breathing hitched, catching in your throat, and your shoulders trembled as tears washed over your cheeks, dripping into the glass still in your lap. Henry sighed, his face pinching in concern and sympathy as he watched you melt into sobs. Setting both glasses on the rocking floor, Henry reached out for you, resting his hands on your arms and gently pulled you into his arms and lap, tucking your head under his chin and rubbed your back, letting the sway of the ship rock the two of you. You clung to him and cried yourself out in his arms, drenching the shoulder of Henry's shirt, but he didn't care, he was a pirate after all and used to being wet.

He gently traced the outline of the whale bones sewn into your corset, beneath your dress, feeling the steadily growing weight of your body on top of his as you calmed down and fell half asleep. Biting and pressing his lips together, then sighing, Henry stood with you in his arms and leaned over the bed, gently laying you down and covered you up, before tugging his tear stained shirt off over his head, tossing it on his desk. He studied your sleeping form in his bed and sighed again, before taking the two neglected glasses back to their tray, then returned to the bed, sitting down on the edge and stared out the stern windows as the storm continued to rage around the ship.

“Look after us.” He muttered to himself, before getting into bed with you and pulled the curtains closed against the bright lightning flashes.

Henry stiffened as you whimpered in your sleep, at a rumble of thunder, before rolling into his side and relaxing again. He squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head, but didn't move away from you, not that he could to start with, he was already laying on the very edge of the bed, so if he wanted to get away from you, he'd have to go back to where he'd been sleeping below the stern windows. So, he didn't move or push you away from him, knowing you would likely only find your way back up against his side, figuring if it gave you some measure of comfort, he might as well enjoy the warmth of your body pressed up against his, being the first woman of any standing to share a bed with him in many months, even since the last time he was on land.

“Land ho!”

The cry woke you from a sound sleep and for a moment you forgot what ship you were on, until you opened your eyes and saw Henry pulling on his discarded shirt and his boots, before unlocking his cabin door and stepped out onto the deck.

Glancing out the stern windows, you saw the mid morning sun was shining and there was even the cry of seagulls, as if the storm had never happened, and the first real sign there was actually land nearby. Excitement blossomed inside of you and you jumped to your feet, quickly going out of Henry's cabin, hot on his heels. Henry was standing on the starboard side of the ship, a spyglass held up to one of his eyes as he swept it over the glittering water.

You didn't need a spyglass to see the approaching stretch of land and felt your heart and spirits soar as high as the seagulls beginning to circle the masts. Tortuga. You heard several of the men aboard murmur across the deck as they gathered, grinning and clasping each other on the back and shoulders, excited at the prospect of touching down on land again, getting their hands on quality booze and ladies of the evening. You couldn't wait for the opportunity to sneak off the ship and find safety somewhere on the island, surely some kind soul would point you to the Mayor or Governor, a British Subject, who would then give you safe passage to your father in Lockemirth.

“Nullings, have Ellis anchor us close enough off the island that the men can row out and enjoy themselves.” Henry barked the order, snapping the spyglass shut.

“Aye, Captain!” Nullings shouted back and ran up to the helm to relay the message.

“Drop the long boats once we're anchored offshore, men!” He yelled to the gathered men on the deck.

“Aye, Cap'n!” His men roared back, throwing up their hands in cheer.

“You.” Henry called, turning towards you.

You started and looked at him as he strode over to you, catching your elbow and turning you back towards his cabin, marching you through the door.

“From this point, until your father gives me my ransom, you are not leaving this cabin.”

“Why!” You protested, planting your hands on your hips.

“Because, I know in that little head of yours, you're already plotting on how to get yourself to that island and I'm not losing my bargaining chip, and if my men have to spend their first time on land, in months, looking for you, they'll bitch about it until we get home.” He told you, sternly.

“Now, stay put and behave.”

“And if I don't?” You retorted, lifting your nose at him.

“I'll tie you to a fucking chair for the rest of your time here.” He replied with a growl, then slammed the cabin door shut, the sound of it locking following.

You let out a frustrated shriek and stomped your feet, before angrily pacing the cabin, mumbling under your breath about how much you hated him and his stupid pirate crew, hoping your father and the Crown sunk his unsinkable ship with him on it. You soon felt the ship slow and the scrapping of the anchor chain unwinding from its storage as they dropped anchor, no doubt close enough to the island for the crew to row the longboats out to shore and enjoy themselves.

“I hope they all get the bloody pox!” You shouted at the cabin door, picking up a glass from Henry's desk and launching it at the door.

“I want you to employ our usual method of message running for our ransoms.” Henry told Nullings as they stood on the deck, huddled together.

“Aye.” Nullings nodded, taking the heavy pouch of gold coins Henry held out to him. “The auction should be bustling, taking in all the ships currently in harbor.” He observed, glancing at how packed Tortuga harbor was. “I'll have Barnard and David take our messenger to Lockemirth Island. With any luck the Kilmartin survived the storm and is already anchored in their harbor. But, if they're late getting in, I'll have them wait.” He explained to Henry, running a hand over his smooth, suntanned and sweat drenched head.

“That leaves one other thing.” He sighed. “What if they wrecked in the storm? What do we do with the girl?”

Henry rolled his jaw, mulling over the possibility. “We'll deal with it, if it happens. Until then, act as if its still sailing.”

Nullings nodded. “Aye.”

With that, Nullings boarded the first long boat that had been lowered into the water and rested as the men manning the oars rowed them ashore. Once they landed, Nullings marched up the crowded beach, smiling as a few of the Crimson Jersey crew called out to him or made lewd gestures before vanishing into the streets to find the taverns and whore houses. As much as Nullings wanted to do the same, he was on official ship's business, so it would have to wait until later in the day, once his task was completed.

It only took a handful of minutes for Nullings to find the place he wanted to be, the Tortuga Slave Auction, melding into the crowd that pressed in on the auction block, voices from various positions in the crowd shouting out prices. He waited until he found one of interest and joined the chorus, not allowing the other buyers to push him out, until he finally won the bid and left the crowd to pay and collect them.

“You understand English?” He asked the teenaged boy, pulling him into a quiet and discreet corner.

“Yes.” The boy replied with a mild accent, and a nod of his head.

“Excellent.” Nullings smiled. “What's your name?”

“Hany.”

“Well, listen here, Hany. I'm the First Mate of the Crimson Jersey, and I have a task for you; a task that once you fulfill, you'll gain your freedom and a passage to any place you wish to go or a place on our crew, that will be left up to you.” He explained to him.

“Do you understand me?”

“Yes, I do.” Hany nodded again, blinking at Nullings, wide eyed.

Nullings removed a small, rolled up piece of parchment out of his pocket. “You will take this to the Governor of Lockemirth Island, two of my men will take you there, then wait for his reply and return here with it. You will find me at the Golden Mermaid, ask for Nullings.” He said, handing him the note.

“Any questions?”

“No, sir.” Hany shook his head, tucking the note into the pocket of his filthy and tattered pants.

“Great! Follow me.” Nullings nodded, then took the teen to the boat where Barnard and David were waiting for him.

With that done and nothing else to do, Nullings went to the Golden Mermaid tavern in central Tortuga and ordered a room, a pint and a woman to fill his time, while he waited for Hany, Barnard and David to return with Sir Thomas's reply.

Thomas was a mess after Henry had taken you for ransom, going from spurts of violent anger to deep depression and lamenting. Captain Davis tried his best to keep the new Governor's spirits up, but more often than not, failed at it.

“The vile things that damned pirate and his men could be doing to my beautiful and innocent daughter.” He raged, pacing the cabin in a highly agitated state. “I swear, if he harms a hair on her head, I'll hang the bastard thrice!”

“You must keep your composure, Thomas.” Davis replied, watching his friend pace from his seat behind his desk.

“Composure!” Thomas roared, stopping before the Captain's desk and slapped it with his palms. “I don't have to do any such a thing! You are not a father, you do not know the pressure and responsibility it is for one to care for their children, especially their defenseless daughters!”

Davis sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose and squeezing his eyes shut. “You know my meaning, Tom.” He replied, exhausted. “We'll be in Lockemirth harbor in a couple hours time, then we can muster what we need to rescue her, in safety.”

“Yes, we will.” Thomas growled, starting to pace again. “I'll be damned if I give that abominable pirate a cent from anywhere! The only payment he will get will be to the hangman's noose.”

A few hours later, the HMS Kilmartin docked in Lockemirth harbor and Sir Thomas disembarked from the ship, meeting the welcoming party the gentry of the island had put together for him, and you had you been with him. But, Thomas was in no mood for a welcome party and good cheer under the circumstances. He demanded to be shown the base of his operations and have all the top officials of the island to be assembled there, at once.

Several people branched out from the large group that had congregated around him, to set about his orders, while the rest of them showed him the Governor's office.

“What is the meaning of this?” One of the officials demanded as he entered Sir Thomas's office.

“Yes.” Chimed another, entering behind the first.

“We have serious business to conduct.” Thomas snapped, glaring at the full room of officials.

“What business can be so urgent that you must conduct it the moment you've stepped on the island?”

“While we were sailing here, we were attacked and boarded by pirates.” Thomas replied, his temper mounting more and more.

“Pirates!” Several gasped.

“Yes, pirates!” He barked, impatiently. “They've not only stolen several valuables from the HMS Kilmartin, they've also kidnapped my daughter and are holding her for ransom.”

A murmur went through the collection of men in the room, agitating everyone.

“What is the pirate's demand for her back?” One of the men asked, lifting a brow at Sir Thomas.

“Three-fourths of the islands money and goods.”

“Absolutely not!” The man roared back. “You can't just show up here and give them almost all that we have, I don't care if the pirate has your mother!” He protested, several of the others agreeing.

“I have no intention of giving them anything, you fools.” Thomas hissed, banging a fist on his desk.

“Then, how do you propose we retrieve your daughter back?”

“That—what is it?” Thomas barked as the door to his office opened to his clerk, Samuel.

“There is a boy here to see you, Sir.” The clerk replied, sheepishly. “Says, he has a message for you.”

“Tell him to wait.”

“But, Sir, he says it's from a man on a ship called the Crimson Jersey.”

Thomas stiffened at his words. “Let him in.” He said, pushing off his desk.

The clerk pushed the door open and stood out of the way, omitting Hany into the office. He looked around at the full room and gulped, slowly removing the note Nullings had given him out of his pocket and held it up, looking into the face of everyone in the room, not sure which of them it was meant for.

“Governor?” He said, hesitantly.

“Yes, that's me.” Thomas replied, stepping from behind his desk. “Hand it here.”

Hany took a couple steps forward, meeting Thomas halfway and allowed him to take the note from his hand. “I wait for reply.” He informed your father, uncomfortable.

“Yes, yes.” Thomas nodded, breaking the wax seal and unrolled the stiff paper.

“To the Governor of Lockemirth Island. I send you this note to inform you that I and your daughter, who is in good health and condition, are quite nearby to your island of Lockemirth. I send this messenger and expect him, and your answer, back before first light tomorrow morning. If he, or your reply, do not return by that time, I will take that as a sign of your refusal to pay her ransom and your leaving her to my mercy. Captain Henry Cavill of the pirate ship, the Crimson Jersey.”

Thomas read the note aloud, his hands slowly starting to shake with the multitude of emotions he was struggling to keep at bay.

“What is your plan, Governor?” One of the men asked, watching him restlessly pace the room.

He paced the room for several more moments, trying to gather his thoughts and form some sort of plan to get you back from Henry. Stepping up to the globe that was beside his desk, he studied it for a long moment, before turning to his desk and took up a quill and a piece of parchment paper, scribbling down his reply to Henry's note, and sealed it, pressing the signet ring on his pinkie into the cooling wax to make it official.

“Take this back to him and tell him we'll be waiting for him at that location.” He told Hany, then dismissed him to return to Nullings with the reply.

“Sir?” A man impatiently growled.

“We'll be meeting the pirate on Hafstead island.” Thomas replied, meeting the group's eye. “There is only one likely place that the Pirate and his men would make harbor in, and that's Tortuga. It's the only Island close enough to us and is friendly to their kind.” He explained his logic.

“Putting Hafstead island between Tortuga and Lockemirth, a perfect neutral ground for our transaction.”

“You stated you wouldn't be giving them their ransom demands? How then, are you planning to get your daughter back from them?”

“Misdirection.” Thomas smiled at him.

“We'll fill two crates with the goods and the rest with something else that will weigh roughly the same as the real two. They'll demand to see proof that we have their demands, so when they do, we show them the first two. Once they've handed my daughter over and move to start loading the ransom onto their long boats, we'll have guards from here attack, and all will be well.”

“I'll have my daughter back and the island will lose none of its profits.”

“You're sure this will work?”

“Yes.” He nodded, confidently.

With what men who wanted to go ashore gone, Henry let some of the tension go out of his shoulders, before heading back into his cabin. He opened the door just as you were opening one of the windows at the back of the ship, crouching in it, poised to jump into the water blow.

“Don't you dare!” Henry barked between clenched teeth, pointing a finger at you in warning, his lip curling with anger.

You looked over your shoulder at him, heart racing in your chest and hands shaking as you gripped the open window frame. Both of your hearts paused for a frightful moment, and everything became slow-motion; Henry taking a slow step forward as you gradually let go of the window and tipped forward out of it. Reality caught up as you slipped out the window, free falling countless meters, just as Henry stuck his head out the open window to see you crash into the foamy waves.

“Fuck!” He shrieked, enraged and concerned.

Glancing behind him for a moment, Henry tore off his jerkin and boots, before swan diving out of the window and into the water after you. Making it into the water, Henry saw you slowly sinking and struggling to swim with the weight of your clothing bearing down on you. Bubbles rose towards him as you struggled to hold your breath and quickly losing the fight. Kicking his feet harder, Henry reached you and wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you against his sturdy body, buoying both of you, before his fingers dug into the ties of your corset and dress, ripping them open and letting the heavy garment slip off your body and sink into the oblivion of the ocean below. Kicking his legs in unison with yours, Henry propelled you both to the surface of the choppy waves.

“You fucking brat!” Henry hissed, shaking his head, his long hair coming free from its tie, before sticking two fingers into his mouth and let out a shrill whistle, right beside your ear, uncaring if it hurt you as you coughed and sputtered for air.

A shrill whistle sounded back as he guided you around to the side of the ship, the remaining crew leaning over the railing, to see the two of you treading water.

“Man overboard!” A call went out, the men jumping to action.

“Captain overboard!” Another corrected back.

Several of the crew helped Henry haul you back onto the ship from a small ladder built into its starboard side. You stood on the deck in nothing but your shift, hugging your arms against your chest and shivering violently in the strong breeze. Henry finally set his soaking feet onto the deck, the men huddled around him for a moment, to make sure he was all right, but his blue eyes were burning holes into you.

“Go back to your duties!” He bellowed at his men, who paused for a moment, then scattered out of sight.

Henry snapped across to you, his hand raised and stopping a centimeter away from your cheek, you scrunched up your body, wincing and turning your head away, anticipating the slap. He shook, throat bobbing up and down as he struggled to control his white hot anger. His hand unclenched and squeezed around your jaw, in a bruising grip. He jerked your head forward to look up at him, making you whimper. Your frightened eyes looked into his furious blue gaze, like he was tearing you apart with his sight alone.

You shivered again and whined, cold and scared, the suspense of not knowing what Henry was going to do to you, for your open and continued disobedience.

His hand moved from your chin and grabbed you by the neck, making you yelp with alarm, terrified he was about to kill you. But he growled deep in his throat; dull nails digging into your skin. Henry jerked you sharply towards him, crushing you against his soaking body and crashing his lips to your cold ones, in an angry and sloppy kiss, his other hand coming up to tangle in the back of your wet hair. You struggled against him, squirming, beating and clawing at his chest, but Henry wasn't deterred, his continued to kiss you, for a long moment, before breaking it, then, with his hand still in your hair, Henry dragged you back into his cabin and shoved you onto his bed, uncaring that you would get the blankets and mattress wet.

Stomping across the cabin, he retrieved a coil of twine that was on a sideboard and crossed back to you. Yanking your arms up, Henry tightly weaved the rough twine around your wrists and tied it off, leaving a length of it hang from it, before cutting the excess with a small knife that was in his belt. Taking the lead of your bonds, Henry tied it to one of the bed posts.

“You're a fool.” You hissed at him as he picked up his boots and jerkin, closing the window as well.

“Am I?” He laughed, tossing his jerkin over the back of his chair.

“My father doesn't suffer Pirates.” You replied, jerking on your bonds. “He never has and he never will. You may think you'll get what you want. But, the moment he has me. He will kill you.” You told him with a deep conviction.

“He's been killing Pirates, better than you, before you were alive.”

Henry turned towards you, eyes wide with focus as he regarded you and digested your words, but before he could answer you, the door flew open and Nullings came flying in, skidding to a stop as he noticed you tied to the bed, then looked to Henry with a questioning look.

“What's the word?” Henry asked, ignoring his expression.

Clearing his throat, Nullings replied. “The Governor has replied to our ransom, he'll meet us at Hafstead island with our demands in exchange for the girl, tomorrow afternoon.”

Henry gripped the back of his chair, drumming his fingers against the carved dark wood, then glanced over at you, before pushing off his chair and hustled out of the cabin with Nullings, closing the door behind them.

“It's a set up.” Henry told him, keeping his voice low.

“What?” Nullings snapped, brow and forehead creasing. “Why do you say that?”

“Something she said.” He replied, carding a hand through his drying curls. “I want you to go back into town, find a girl her height and appearance..”

“I'm sure the man knows what his own flesh and blood looks like, Hank.” Nullings huffed, shaking his head. “Be real.”

“Listen to me.” Henry growled back, chest heaving. “Cover her head, so they don't see her face. That way, we find out just how truthful the dear old Governor is being. Take everything they bring for the ransom, only after everything loaded, will you give her to them.”

“And where will she be?”

“With me.” Henry replied. “I know Hafstead island, I know a good place to keep her. If anything goes wrong, I'll take her back aboard here, we'll all come back to the ship and head for our island.”

“You want to take her back to Shipwreck Island, if something goes awry?”

“That was the deal.” Henry barked at him. “His refusal to pay, would forfeit her to my mercy.”

“What do you bloody plan to do with her?” Nullings asked, exasperated.

“I'll figure something out.” He replied, unperturbed. “Do you understand the plan, Ben?”

Nullings tapped his foot, antsy, as he ran through the plan in his head, things were getting so much more complicated than he anticipated.

“Yeah, yeah!” He sighed, giving in. “I got it, Hank.”

“Great, get about it.” Henry smiled, patting his friend on the shoulder and going back into his cabin. “You and I, my sweet pet.” He grinned, tilting your head back to look up at him.

“Have a date tomorrow.”

[rhiezus]

“ you’re always there. every time i’ve ever needed someone, you were there. ” // billie x wankyun,, ele quebra coraçao mas ele tb coloca um bandaid

billie always had been someone quite aware of the value he held for his emotional feelings, known for putting his sentiments first and respecting whatever made him happy, comfortable, and safe. his stability, despite what many of his friends and others might believe didn't come only from the place he grew and the kind people he meet, but it also came from his own strength, and now more than ever, he believed what he was capable of. the things he had, the people he cherished, and the life he was trusted upon were everything for him but that was not only what he was made of, but billie was also made of himself, his heart and his mind played a huge part in his happiness and he wasn't gonna trade that anymore in order to be accepted. long gone were the days when he would question his merit and instead of using words like luck or accident to describe his actual persevering talent and well-earned position in whatever path he decided to take on life. when it came down to matters of love though, all this seemed to fade away like a glimpse of his self-respect wasn't enough to put a face front for the one that actually made him believe that, even if in a reverse psychology way. billie knew, for a fact, that he was destined to love wankyun like no other for, maybe, the rest of his life. sometimes it was painful to do so because yes, they were no longer little kids and they've grown into these two stubborn silly men who too often were clouded by their own pride, stumbling into their own desire to just be — themselves, together. either way, whatever position billie came to be in his life; high or low, he just had the certain feeling that wankyun would be there; far or close, in any case, however the other decided he needed to be. the respect he had for his long-lost best friend was beyond anything he could ever explain to his own friends, who would too regularly wonder what version of billie was wankyun gonna take away this time. the funny thing, maybe even the punch line of it all was that they didn't know him that well enough to recognize his true self, pure, bare, raw... was the only one he could ever be with his love. none of it matter anyway, billie never sleeked approval and he wouldn't expect anyone to understand whatever they went through on those missing days of childhood, running around before they learned the meaning of civility. "i couldn't be anywhere else." the truth came out like a missile, landing yet so quietly but powerful making a mess of everything on the ground. his place was there, trapped between wankyun's arms, holding each other affectionately even if still nebulous from all the sexual activity that occurred just a few minutes ago. he trailed a path from wankyun's unclad chest to his broad shoulders and his long narrow neck finally reaching his chin, cheek all at once, smooth, delicate — holding it for dear life, but barely taking such claim scared of it being too much, the dismay of not reaching enough. eyes on eyes, twinkling filled with amusement maybe even sympathy. "i mean, for you? i'll be." chuckling, he'd hoped for the other to catch that up, steadfastly and serious as much as he was intended to sound. hiding his face in the space where his shoulder and neck meet, finding shelter from his own words. his hands now holding his back, in a hug he wanted to last forever and it surely did feel like it before any of them could even think of anything else to say. "i- let me be your someone and i'll... if you want, i'll always be there." the rush he felt all over his body rising up until that point, heart to heart beating as if it would literally ignite and set itself on fire if let be. there was nowhere else and nothing else he rather be — because nothing could grasp as close, as meaningful and as true to him as this, as wankyun did.

[aros001]

Going in blind: Watching season 1 for the first time. Random thoughts.

This show is kind of nice because I have no memories of the original She-Ra show, or even any of He-Man, honestly. I'm not sure if I ever watched the original, so I have no frame of reference for how the series is "supposed" to be. I can just take it and judge it as is.

Of the bat, all I know is that supposedly She-Ra and Catra get together as a romantic couple later, but I'm also a huge My Hero Academia fan and the fandom around me ships every character with every other character, so for all I know that might just be shipper wishful thinking I've been seeing and hearing. Given fandoms for Gravity Falls, Thor, and Supernatural ship even siblings together, I've learned not to trust anything except for what I see in the series for myself.

By the way, this isn't a review, just random thoughts and comments I'm having as I'm going through season 1 for the first time.

Episodes 1 and 2: Right off, I really like Catra's "No duh" response to Adora about the truth of the horde. She knows they've been lying to them and have been doing terrible things, she just doesn't care. If she and Adora play their cards right they could end up being the ones in charge and then they'd have all that power. Not necessarily to make things better but enough to where they could do whatever and live however they want. That's a good build for an antagonist. Not ignorant to the fact what they're doing is wrong, just simply so selfish that they don't care.

Episode 3: It really feels like there was no good reason why Glimmer didn't just outright introduce Adora to her mother and every reason she should have known it was a bad idea to try and hide her for a surprise. Being a former horde soldier she'd probably get treated with hostility if Glimmer brought her to the front gate but you'd almost guarantee Adora would get arrested or outright killed if she got caught while no one else knew she was there.

On the other side, we have Hordak being pretty intelligent in promoting Catra. He probably knows Shadow Weaver already doesn't like him, so it's not like he's losing anything making her upset with him, and it's clear she favors Adora way more than Catra, so that little bit of advancement towards Catra probably goes a long way in earning her loyalty to him and a person on the inside with Shadow Weaver.

Also, I'm not the only one who saw Madam Razz and immediately thought Adora had found her Yoda, right?

Episode 4: I don't know how it was in the original She-Ra and He-Man series but I kind of like She-Ra being this title from legend. Adora is not the first She-Ra, given what Razz was talking about with a Mara, so instead of being something new, impressing everyone with abilities they've never seen before, and creating the legend, Adora is placed in a position WAY over her head where she's having to live up to what came before her.

Episode 5: Calling it now, as long as her personality is genuine I think Scorpia is going to be one of my favorite characters in this show. She's...endearing, I think is the best word. She's like a mix of Kronk and a nicer Shego.

For a little bit I thought Mermista was voiced by the same actress who played Poison Ivy in the Harley Quinn animated series. She's not but they do have the same kind of Daria-ish inflections, thus by confusion. Given the prom episode, Sea Hawk feels kind of like her Kite Man.

Episode 6: Okay, now it's between Scorpia and Entrapta who are likely to be my favorites by the end of this. She's fun and quirky.

Episode 7: Quite the lore drop. Shadow Weaver was once a Mystacor sorceress known as Light Spinner. I like to imagine we'll get more on that later. Her haunting Adora reminded me of the Teen Titans' episode where Robin was similarly haunted by Slade. This didn't go as far as that but that's probably for the best, since TT had two and a half seasons to build that dynamic up with Robin and Slade while we're only now halfway through the first season.

Episode 8: Well dang. Again, I don't know for sure if Adora and Catra do end up together but boy do I buy why they're shipped together after that dance. Also, good on Bow for standing up for himself. It's clear that he'll always be Glimmer's friend and this won't change that but that doesn't mean he has to just accommodate her. I understand where her issues stem from but I am still glad he gave her a reality check. It helps him feel a little more like his own character.

Also, another nice little bit of lore and worldbuilding. Scorpia's a princess, the horde landed where her people lived, and they seemed to join them willingly.

Episode 9: Surprisingly don't have a lot to say about this other than I don't buy for a second that Entrapta is dead (EDIT: She's not). This was mostly action.

Episode 10: Not going to lie, this one kind of annoyed me a little, at least the first half. The conversation between Glimmer and her mother saved it a bit. It was a bit of a trifecta. You have the alliance breaking apart, saying that the loss of Entrapta only happened because they were all together...even though Entrapta only "died" because of her own machine obsession that caused her to deliberately walk back into the purging chamber. You have Entrapta who might be turning to the horde's side because she feels abandoned by the other princesses...even though they thought she was dead, and again it was her fault they got separated. And you have Glimmer refusing to tell her mother that Shadow Weaver's dark magic has caused her powers to go on the fritz and is causing her great pain. It just feels like none of this would be an issue if most of these people would stop being self-absorbed for three seconds and talk like any normal person would. It feels very CW drama, like something I'd see in a bad season of Arrow or The Flash. The only person whose issues I buy is Adora, who is basically a soldier who was never properly raised to deal with emotion or loss and is already struggling with the burden of being She-Ra, the legendary savior. I get why she's beating down on herself for not being able to do more even if nothing that happened was her fault.

Episode 11: JEEEEEEEEEZZZZ, that was such a good episode! Focused entirely on Adora and Catra and their past together. Like, just showing someone this episode alone could probably get them to want to watch the series. That was everything you needed to know about their dynamic and history together.

Also, that moment when Catra and her past self are looking at each other, while obviously Catra takes the opposite lesson, it reminded me of this fanart I'd once seen of Jason Todd, the Red Hood, looking at his past self as Robin. The past says to the future "You ruined everything". Catra could be happy but, ironically for someone who hates Shadow Weaver, she's probably going to be a lot like her, sacrificing everything for power and ambition.

Given the way she looked, I'm guessing Shadow Weaver is either addicted to the power of the Black Garnet or she suffered some kind of past injury and its power is the only thing keeping her going. Or both.

Episode 12: I'll be honest, Swiftwind being able to talk kind of gobsmacked and I needed a moment to recover. What a great voice they chose for that character.

So She-Ra is kind of like the legendary heroes from Rising of the Shield Hero, coming from a long line of people chosen to wield the sword. I tend to dislike chosen one types of stories because I think prophecy takes a lot of weight out of the character's actions, so this and Avatar are more what I like. The MC is special but not the only one who's ever been special and they can still easily fail. Their destiny was only to be able to use the weapon, not that they would succeed in any specific purpose.

And dang, Catra's turn against Shadow Weaver happened faster than I thought it would but I'm not complaining. That great "This is what you've really been preparing me for" speech and Hordak, again, being an intelligent villain. "Oh, this experiment could net me a MASSIVE gain and all it could potentially cost me is this rock I already gave away to someone who lately hasn't been producing any results and has been consistently disobeying me. Yeah, I'm going to let this play out."

Episode 13: That was kind of a brutal fight between Adora and Catra. Not the worst I've ever seen even in other shows for this age range (Samurai Jack, for example) but those punches are connecting and those claws are leaving marks.

Also, maybe I'm just misunderstanding the exact situation but shouldn't the good guys' side be called the Resistance instead of the Rebellion? Being a rebellion would imply they are rebelling against an established power or rule over them, but the actual conflict we are shown is the established power and rule that is the kingdoms of Eternia resisting an outside force that wishes to establish a new order over them.

Season 1 verdict: I'm into it. I'm definitely more invested in the villains' side of things but that's not a fault of the series, that stuff is just way more geared towards me than the current princess stuff. I actively am at attention whenever the horde main characters are on screen. For the good guys it's mostly Adora and the She-Ra stuff I'm invested it. That isn't to say I have any real dislikes for that side. Bow especially I'm liking much more than I thought I might. He has kind of this gravitational pull around him. You will be his friend regardless of how much you might want to resist. He's definitely the rock for everyone else to hold onto.

Minor side note, kind of like Korra in Legend of Korra, I love how even when her powers aren't active Adora is shown to still be pretty strong physically with how easily she was lifting people up at the prom.

And I was right, Scorpia is my favorite side character.

On to season 2!

Original Reddit post: https://www.reddit.com/r/PrincessesOfPower/comments/nyll2e/going_in_blind_watching_season_1_for_the_first/

[lihikainanea]

The drabble was magic, Lei ♥️✨and it made me start thinking of what that scar might mean to them now in their relationship. In moments when they're enduring a rough patch, when there's a bit too much tension and stress - maybe Bill finds solace in that memory. He gets on his knees, lifts her shirt up and kisses the scar so gently. Almost like a wake up call for them. A reminder that they've survived worse things together and they'll get through this too. - 🌎  

Sweet Earth nani! I was looking for you a few weeks ago, wondering where you were and if you were okay.

And my god, not only do you appear, but you land such a solid fucking punch right to my gut with this thought. Does it even have to be a rough patch? Because I low key love this idea that every once in awhile as they’re cuddling, if tiger’s on her back on the couch and Bill is on top of her, his head nuzzled on her stomach as she scritches him--I low key love this idea that every once in awhile he’ll lift her shirt up and trail his fingers over the scar, give it a gentle kiss.

The story changes over time too, doesn’t it? Like all momentous events in a friendship, now every time one of them tells the story it’s drastically different from the other’s version and always gets a little further from the truth. When tiger tells it, she says that she barely felt any pain until she got to the hospital and found out that it ruptured.  She tells the tale of how Bill was the one who passed out when Sam poked her with a needle.

When Bill tells the story, his heroism is undisputed. Tiger would be dead if it weren’t for him, and he boasts how he carried her to the hospital himself, in the middle of the night, in the worst snowstorm Sweden has ever known.

Every time either one of them tells the story, the other one just stares agape, like “are you fucking kidding me? No, what really happened was--”

But I also love that this really is a reminder of their commitment to each other, how deep their bond runs. Maybe it’s extra special to tiger because she hadn’t really met anyone before who was willing to give her so much, and who didn’t expect anything in return--at least, nothing other than her friendship. Maybe they didn’t know each other all that well when this happened, and it not only brought them closer but it really proved to tiger how much she can trust me. How solid he was. She probably had an inkling then, I would think, of how steady Bill was. How he could absolutely be a source of calm, a source of strength in her life.

And for Bill, maybe this is the first time that he really felt he earned tiger’s trust. Maybe it was the first time he recognized that she showed him vulnerability--a lot of it, and likely not by choice--and he was actually able to step in and do something that really fulfills him, do something that brings him a lot of comfort--take care of somebody he cares about.

Either way, you’re right--it becomes this sort of reminder of their bond, their strength, and their trust in one another. And when things start to get hard as they always do, when they start to lose their way and lose each other just a bit, I love this idea that maybe....maybe tiger wakes up one night and not only is Bill in bed with her (he’s been sleeping in the spare room for a few days), but he’s kind of just staring at her as his finger runs gently over the scar. Or maybe as tiger hops out of the shower one day after a long fight--it’s been going on for days now--she catches a glimpse of the scar in the mirror as she pulls her shirt on. She stares at it for a long beat, heaving a deep sigh, and remembering exactly how deep Bill’s commitment to her, his love for her, can really run.

[bluem0use]

It's about time I introduced you to the cast of The Crackin'-Up Studios. Don't worry. You'll be seeing them again, especially in the mini-comics!

**In order from top to bottom, left to right**

Billie Bob Willie-Nillie Black Sheep: The overall face of The Crackin'-Up Studios itself. She is the ring leader to the whole circus. The pilot to all the flight attendance. The manager to a corporate office. You get the whole idea. She's one poppin' fire-cracker (A.K.A. has a short temper) that's all for the business, but doesn't mind getting silly from time to time. On screen, she is the definition of unpredictable and crazy, fun and silly. She's a gun happy country gal that started off small and came out big with her talents for making people laugh. She worked hard to get her way to the top. And all of it has obviously paid off. If someone was to use words to describe her, it would be fun, loving, friendly, brave, courageous, generous, the list could go on and on. This gun-loving  little lady, no matter where she goes, always somehow seems to change people's lives. And for the better.

Poochie Pooh Poodle: Billie's partner-in-crime. Her bestest friend since her younger years. Her ride or die buddy. Poochie is the main co-star to the series, and a serious eye-candy to men. While Billie is featured as the funny, wacky, unpredictable, quirky character on-screen of the trio, Poochie is often featured as the sex-appeal. The sex symbol. The hot mama. She also models as a little side job whenever necessary. She's the sweetest sweetie-pie you will ever meet in your life. However, proceed with caution. When provoked, she's one sassy gal and won't hesitate to give you a mouthful (and probably a gun wound) if you mess with her, or her friends.

Wolfie Blackfang Wolf: What's the three musketeers without a male in the picture? Wolfie may not have known these two women as long as they've known each other, but their his closest family he's ever had since he left the orphanage. He is also the main co-star to the series, accompanied by being the musical genius of the three. Since a young boy, Wolfie has practiced music as not only his hobby, but his life. His alluring ability was able to trap the young black sheep and poodle in a trance on a fateful night in a club where he worked to try and make a living, thus landing him a job and a ticket to materialization through the ladies. From there, he has always acted as the stud of the three, protecting them whenever they needed an extra hand and also charming women with his attractive voice along the way.

Candy Bat: This "monster", this "usually nocturnal creature of the night", this "mysterious shadow" is nothing but a sweet treat in the eyes of many who travel far and wide to Nightwalk Bay to get a taste of his sweet treats at the local candy shop. At least, that's what Billie, Poochie, and Wolfie will tell ya. Famous for his line of business, Candy Bat is a harmless, humble candy man..err..bat that seeks nothing but to fill the mouths of the fortunate with a sweet after-taste. His delicious pastries, frozen desserts, and fizzy drinks aren't the only thing that appeals to the eyes of many. He's also a support character at The Crackin'-Up Studios during the day and a friendly (but hissy, due to his uncontrollable excited hisses whenever he meets someone new and/or is excited) candy shop-keeper at night.

Scratches: Whoa, watch out for that web! There's a BIG spider up there! And his name is none other than Scratches, yet another support cast character for The Crackin'-Up Studios. When in the presence of my six-armed friend, be cautious. Scratches loves the ladies and will go through extreme lengths to entangle you in his web, if he deems you a worthy enough mate. Don't worry fellas, he doesn't swing that way. Though..spider's gotta eat, right? What? Spiders only eat insects? Not this playful, flirtatious one. Note that this spider is dead, and has been ressurrected after a deal made by Ozzan (scroll down to reference Ozzan's bio). Therefore, Scratches likes human flesh too. Dont worry too much though. He's too busy chasing both Poochie and Billie around the studios, trying to declare his love for them. Though...something about a huge demon spider just..turns those two ladies off.

Honey Hyena: As the name implies, this hyena is sweet as honey! Raised on a bee farm, this little lady never expected to end up being a supporting cast character to The Crackin'-Up Studios. That was, until a little Black Sheep mozied on over and decided to offer her the position and the materialization process just like everyone else. She figured the nice lady would need the money boost besides "Milkin' bees all day long" - Billie. Honey loves bees. In fact, on her days off from woking at the studios, that's all she does! Is work, work, work at her long-descended family bee farm, making honey and selling it for some dough (money) as a side job. She is also the motherly figure to all the cartoon ladies on set and often tries to share her knowledge with them in hopes she can help guide them on the right path. I mean, not everyone is perfect, right?

Bon Isabell Bunny: Daughter of a long deceased magician (who was, ironically a white bunny), she has seeked to find more support by becoming a supporting cast character to the TV series. However, though, she wasn't looking to be a supporting character when offered the job by Billie Bob. Bon has a bit of a...strong hatred for Billie Bob. Bon saw how much love and respect the black sheep got, even from her "enemies". So, what does this tempered (its just as bad as Billie's, trust me), quick-to-anger, grumpy gal do? Well, it's like they say, "Kill the sheep, take her wool!". That is...if she could catch her first. Forever caught in this game of cat-and-mouse on screen and off screen, Bon decided to settle into this position for now. Hopefully one day, her magic tricks and traps can pay off and actually earn her a spot in the lead position.

Bon Iseah Bunny: Twin brother to the other Bon Bunny, this bunny seems the complete opposite of his sister. This magic bunny doesn't mind being a supporting cast character, and instead enjoys making others smile with her magic tricks and qurkiness. After all, its what his deceased magician father would have wanted. He admires Billie and everything that she does not only for everyone else, but herself. He just hopes with time, his sister can see that. For now, this calm bunny will just have to play as yin to his sister's yang (A.K.A., trying his best to calm her in her most stressed and ferocious moments).

Molly Cow: Before her rise to fame as another member of The Crackin'-Up Studios crew, Molly Cow, the half-pig half-cow offspring, could not keep a job to save her life! She was lazy, less focused, often slacking or ducking off, and/or giving up before she even set foot in the door! The funny thing is, she wouldn't care, and just go back to living with her parents. Seeing as though Molly's confident and care-free attitude was a necessity to bring on some laughs, all Billie had to do was offer a hand to the voluptuous, intriguing young woman and for some odd reason, this cartoon has managed to keep the job ever since. Side note, if you ask her what her "other" job would be whenever she brings it up, it would be shopping. She is ALL about the fashion!

Malachi (formerly known as "Michael Jamesking"): Yes, Malachi is actually an angel. AND, he is also a featuring asset to the team whenever needed. With the help of one of Veronica's potions (scroll down to reference Veronica's bio), he has the ability to shrink down to size on command. He also is a good line of defense if life-threatening danger ever be-falls the company, for even if he is a judgement angel, he is considered very powerful against a mortal (unless demon weapons are used against him). He is pure, friendly, and kind, however, you must not associate yourself with the presence of evil upon first meetings. He IS a jugement angel after all and will be quick to judge you and shame you for your choice of sin and avoid you like the plague while also be-littleing you. Ironically, the only exception to this treatment is Ozzan (his best friend in all universes) and Bendy (in the head-canon canon universe). Also note, Malachi was never always Malachi. Malachi was once Michael, a regular, normal, working business man who unfortunately got hit by a car on his morning rush to work.

Ozzan: Oh boy. This one's a bad one. If you thought Scratches (scroll up to reference Scratche's bio) was bad, wait until you get a load of this one! This foul-mouthed, ill-mannered, obnoxious, flirtatious pervert is somehow a necessity to The Crackin'-Up Studios. His crude sense of humor and anctics tend to get a good laugh out of adults more than oblivious children. He will flirt with anything, sleep with anything, hell even risk catching some sort of SEXUAL DISEASE for anything that has legs. This man lives, breathes, and embraces everything that is bad at every cost, every time. Its possibly why he was so close to Lucifer (the Devil) back when he was in Hell. Though, take caution. If you piss him off (which isn't really hard to do), he WILL tear you to bits and peices with his bare fists. Also, beware of tentacles and trendils ladies. He has them everywhere and can use them not only in battle, but also for...other things. So beware and..make sure your doors are locked.

Veronica Bat: Born "Daddy's Little Monster", Veronica is the daughter of Candy Bat and Valentine Naxxremis (formerly Bat)(She will be referenced in the next ref). For most of her life, she has lived with her mother and embraced her witch-hood, which usually ends up with the little gloom and doom bookworm getting bullied for being a "half-breed". However, her luck gets turned around when she meets Billie Bob (like a lot of these people's do) who helps instill in her to be happy to be herself and to screw what everyone else says..and to also get back at them at all costs. She looks up to Billie and Poochie as her "Aunties", though, has trouble getting along with her father. She was raised to believe she had left her and her mother and never really loved them. Which, is obviously not true, but, she has a hard time believing that. Once welcomed to the cast, Veronica is a huge hit with the goth little teen girls who aspire to be like her: beautiful and mysterious. Let's just hope she gets he powers under control first, for she struggles with that a great deal on screen for comical effect and off screen.

Patricia Greene Pig: (A/N: She probably has had the MOST change out of all of them, so beware) Patricia is Delloris's (scroll down for Delloris's bio) bestest friend since childhood. Snobby, rude, sassy, class. All of these combined makes her perfect for scenes where she's the girl that thinks she's too good for the male trying to win her heart. Likes are, their only trying to "woo" it for her money. Oh, did I mention she's very wealthy? Her and Delloris aren't friends for nothing. You have to have some sort of status when it comes to getting in goods with the mayor's one and only daughter. Also note that Patricia is an EXTREME germo-phobe and will pelt you down with germ-x if you've so much as TOUCHED an un-sanitized door knob.

Hank Kat: Hank Kat has been an aspired musician since he was a little boy. He has really known the struggles of what it's like to be broke from both of his poor parents. So, as a way to raise some money, he went out on the streets and played his father's old rusty trumphet for some pocket change. Crowds were so awed at his talent, before long, Hank was hitting the clubs to try and win over some cash to take care of his parents once he became of age. Similar to Wolfie, Poochie had just so happened to stumble upon him. Though they didn't exactly see eye-to-eye due to species war, they were able to put their differences aside the night they had spent together, dancing the night away. As they danced, Poochie would listen to this party-goer's story and become sympathetic for the poor fellow. Thus, she figured his wallet could be fed a little more and thus offered for him to be a support character on the team. With his toe-tappin', feed stompin', hand wavin; jams that he can play on trombone, trumphet, pretty much just about any instrument he could blow into, he would become not only a major asset to the supporting cast, but also the music, both at his day job at the studios and his night job in the clubs.

Puncho: This "unstoppable brick wall" can take a punch and also pack it. After all, they don't call him "Puncho" for nothing! Though he's not much of fan favorite unless it comes to his famous boxing episodes, Puncho is a well-served supporting cast in the crew. He's often seen alongside his partner, Scraps Skunk (scroll down for Scrap's bio), no matter what the situation. He has a temper just like Billie, girl Bon, and Ozzan, however, instead of unleashing it by yelling at coworkers and throwing large objects (Billie), chasing someone down the hall with a chainsaw (Girl Bon), or spewing a bunch of curse words that's enough to make a sailor blush (Ozzan), he lets out his steam in the ring. He is the undefeated champion (if you don't count his and Billie's first brawl in one of her posters) within the boxing ring and anyone who dare wants to challenge him in taking his belt, well. Better be prepared for the pain. Bring a lot of ice.

Scraps Skunk: A timid, shy soul who is pure and good at working the ring as a referee. He plays fair though, he always will support his bestest friend, Puncho no matter what. His often scared, frightened, shaky attitude is welcomed on screen whenever needed. He was often bullied through his childhood and unlike those who have toughed up from it, he only seemed to soften. Hell, even Billie has chewed him out for his overly push-over nature. Though, she gives up. For nothing can change this poor man's soft heart and kind ways.

Wallis Moose: What else to say about this guy besides him obviously being a horrible detective? After his first appearance as one in one of Billie's episodes, Wallis fell in love with the idea of being one and even off screen, tries to solve "mysteries" wherever he is needed. However, he always slips up short and makes himself to be a fool. How did he even earn a spot on the team? Well, to put it simple, Wallis is a stone cold, hard drunk. He drinks and drinks and drinks, and when he's hiccuping and stumbling all over the place, Billie couldn't help but find it amusing the first time they met. After all, the first night they met, they both danced drunkinly through the streets of Nightwalk Bay, where they somehow met. As kooky as it sounds, it actually happened. Believe me.

Chico Georgina Chick: This once poor broken flapper was able to leave her broken past of having to prostitute herself on the streets and go some nights starving behind. Coincidentally, Chico was given another opportunity at a better life by Hank Kat (scroll up for Hank's bio), who happened to run into her at one of the clubs and show her a much better life than what she was living by offering her a position at the studios and materialization through the machine. Now a re-born, classy lady, this former flapper...heh...well, let's be honest. Girl loves to party and dance like there's none tomorrow, is ready to bring all the club's joy and bump to the table on screen. Hank is often seen by her side, playing away on his trumphet while she dances on top of a table. Nothing too promiscuous or provocitive. Want to keep the adult's attention but not as much. She's known as the party girl out of the group and also knows a thing or two about fashion. Also, keep her as FAR away from Molly (scroll up for Molly's bio) as possible..they fight a lot.

Delloris Acorn: Delloris is the beloved daughter of the mayor of Toon City, within the alternate world where cartoons "live". Her mother died giving childbirth and though she never knew her mother. She was always expected to act lady-like and proper, is why she carries herself that way. Though, the day Billie met Delloris and her father and was allowed to spend the day with her, Billie turned her upside down and all around. To the point Delloris came home, dress cut into a tank-top, short short overalls, knee-high socks, messy hair, and busted shoes. Billie's excuse was they were pig wrestling (no pun intended Patricia). Her father was awfully upset and almost demanded Billie to be arrested, however, Billie's sly deal to offer Delloris a spot at the studios was the only thing that saved her from some jail time. Now, while away from her rich and perfect life as the mayor's "little princess", she's allowed to get down and dirty. Especially on screen where down and dirty are necessary for some laughs.

Mad Mouse (also known as "Maddison K Mouse"): Why is this mouse so quiet and mysterious? Why does he never speak or even take off his goggles? Wait, is this mouse even a "he" at all? Well, yes and no. To put a long story short, back in these days and times of the early 1900s, women weren't taken seriously. Even toon women. Born a genius, the only way to get people to notice her freakishly large brain talent is to disguise herself as a man and as to go as "Mad Mouse" instead of "Maddison Mouse". However, her little secret couldn't be kept that long, for an incident in her labs caused her to lose part of her disguise and have to come clean to Billie, Poochie, and Wolfie. It was through them who helped her realize that, no matter who you are, your voice deserved to be heard no matter what. From that point on, this support cast member decided to cease wearing the disguse and be her actual self. Though, I wouldn't mess with this quiet little genius. She's a little...mad (crazy), as the legends and cartoons portray her as.

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 🍁 + for both felix and volo! how do they feel about their respective 'roles' given to them in the 'story' that they've been made to play parts in? how do they feel about them in relation to each other?

ohhh yes this is a very ‘depending’ sort of question (audience and rp partner withstanding- I like to leave a lot of wiggle room sobs), but I’ll indulge some into the independent writing aspect to fill in the blanks as needed-

Overall, Felix is somebody that’s meant to be a breath of fresh air- meant to piece the mysteries of the world together. Something about that is awfully familiar to him, although....basic knowledge that he has, he arrives with fresh eyes. No memory, nothing to his name to get in the way of that sense of wonder.

Of course the caveat comes with the silliness of having very patient ideals dealing with....what he considers immature behaviours. It’s ironic, he comes off as a child due to looks and a sort of fearlessness and optimism, but since he isn’t stupid, something in his bones awakens. He begins to feel tired of everybody by the time Red Sky rolls around. That they ask so much of him, yet the kind of things that he wants...cannot simply be bought, or given easily.

At the best of times, he’s currently straying further and further from Jubilife and civilization, it’s just kind of like. Siiiiiigh. Because he kind of? doesn’t want to be known by these people? Perhaps some of this is bias in introversion- Can someone really earn his favor, earn the way they want to treat him? He’s happy to help, but he wants both simple things and relationships, which are more complicated when everyone is just...so thorny.

That said, Felix does have fun with the vast majority of the challenges. Battling gets him going, he loves....pokémon. He’s primarily occupied with trying to enjoy the world- it’s pretty new to him, after all. He also ends up hitting it off with Arceus because that’s just how they play- Long story short, a major reason Arceus invited Felix, meta and beyond, is that they recognize him as a Friend; and never got the chance to hang out personally, until now. So, Felix’s feelings go from pure curiosity, to traumatized Anger (more on that below), to being able to play around with his pokémon, gods included, like a happy lil animal. While he does have mundane-ass hopes and dreams for the future, his distrust of people kinda gets in the way of that. He trusts like literally only.....3 people. Maybe 4. That would be Cyllene, Volo, Adaman, and to some extent Akari, albeit she’s on the younger side so others have her hang back, so that’s not so much a personal thing.

Felix likes doing what he does! With the exception of the loneliness it offers! For now, he’s no thoughts head empty on any of his past, until I write his ancestors bugging him.

Volo’s ego is large. He considers himself, and Felix, the divine instrument of the world.  Everything he does is justified, was the right way to do it. Truly and honestly, he’s pleased with himself and what he’s accomplished. Or well.....he thinks so. with Good Ending being default and canon, that makes his intents all very selfless on paper, but he didn’t really consider the consequences of failure.

Likely, he was well composed until he actually got to spear pillar. A sudden sense of doubt, rejection sensitive dysphoria, perhaps even just still being in disbelief that Felix made it that far- and of course Volo snapped. So, he is occasionally awash with guilt...I’ve gone over that some but it’s basically self-serving guilt. Just plays into his current....wants.

As for how they feel about each other....hoo boy. 

Putting them in a room with each other is just asking for trouble. You’ve got two men of unusual stature with ADHD, running around Hisui. They hit it off when they’re within vicinity- I do think at bare minimum they get along, but it’s ever so likely puppy love to enemies to lovers.

Volo thinks of everything having some sort of divine reason, or most things. So, he comes to believe that whoever falls out of the rift is a precious tool, partway through the story. This uh line of thinking that is questionably healthy, corrupts what should be awkward interactions on the same path as...a very strong attachment. Volo gets ridiculously attached to the protag by default. By the time he talks to Ingo, he’s obsessed. And possessive. His reference point for all of this is a mixture of ‘kind person, connected to the divine power that is the plates, vibes with me.’  So to Volo, it’s a narrative of a new god being gifted an angel by the old one, as the torch is meant to be passed. Of course, while he expected a good fight, he did not expect a losing one. By the time he’s gone god mode, his possessiveness is purely unhinged, and he will stop at nothing to be close by. Red Sky is the perfect opportunity to sweeten things up, before the final battle, which was intended to be a temporary mercy kill.

Post game.....He returns to Jubilife to play merchant again despite the risks. He can’t help himself. It’s kind of up in the air whether Laventon spilled the beans....but he and Felix are sure content to pretend like nothing happened. (They’re not fooling anyone. They disappeared for days on end, and come back not only feeling distant to other people, preoccupied more than normal, but the tension can be cut with a knife. Something Happened.)

As for Felix, he didn’t....think much of Volo, until they got to the Giratina statue. At the Ancient Retreat he manages one ‘haha boy hot’ kinda joke, largely because he suspects that Volo is some kind of fanboy who’s been spurred to get stronger. While, at the statue....this was a man with hopes and dreams just so, so similar to his.  Felix was full ass willing to take Volo up to see Arceus, had it been done peacefully. But. noooo.

So, Felix’s feelings are a bit complex now that he knows more context. He ultimately feels for Volo, and might even still trust him more than anybody else- he just disagrees on the whole ‘kill everybody’ part. Like yes, the world is terrible, it needs to change, but....why go through the trouble of remaking the damn thing? When you don’t even know if it’ll be any better? And also, it’s not fair to those who are willing to change- Death is always unfair. That’s eternity, that’s permanent for the things accomplished in a finite amount of time. Live to be a hundred? Cool, imperceptible hundreds of death for you, it doesn’t add up. There are plenty of innocent victims in this, as well. Lovely cause, horrible execution. Didn’t think he was that stupid to literally mean an entire new world.

But.....what little time they spend distanced from each other, from Giratina-Arceus in the pokédex, canonically and by default causes some separation anxiety in them. They interact in public very. very awkwardly, and honestly have a........argument the moment they get each other alone. Or agreement? cough cough. Things presumably get hashed out....problem solving, you know. The sentiment is to solve one another’s problems like a neat little puzzle....or maybe they’re both shutting their brains off for mindless self indulgence for once, lmao.

At this point my lack of thoroughness has changed Volo’s muse some- It was originally, that Arceus made the choice, Volo Loses. But, new statistics have rolled in, so Volo’s gotta be consciously choosing to let Felix have his way for, whatever reason. This does not cure his controlling and possessive tendencies however, nor his inner rage....just makes it kinder, less violent in nature.