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[thewiddershinsme]

Finished Daughter of the Siren Queen (Daughter of the Pirate King #2) by Tricia Levenseller a few days ago!

-I was not expecting the reveal that the pirate king had Alosa’s mother held prisoner in his study for the past 17 years, trying to force her to give him more half-siren daughters. That was dark. And it was probably one of the only things that would’ve broken Alosa’s loyalty to her father so immediately and completely.

-I liked Alosa’s crew, and was glad we spent this book on her ship. I smiled at all the Sorinda and Kearan little moments, their book is going to be interesting.

-Lotiya’s death was hands down the worst. Being eaten alive by cannibals.

-I really grew to like Riden and Alosa’s relationship even more this book. I was wondering how the power imbalance “work-relationship” would work out with her being his Captain now, but it was refreshing how unconcerned Riden was with her being in charge (which was nicely set up last book with him being a first mate and not really having any ambitions of his own except furthering the ambitions of his brother, which has now shifted to furthering the ambitions of the love of his life). And it was nicely balanced in that it is made clear Riden is Alosa’s soul mate. He is the only person that can keep her siren nature from taking over, he is essential to her.

-so about halfway though the book I was headcanoning their future. I was picturing Alosa as pirate queen and Riden as her permanent lover (never getting married cause pirates don’t do marriage). And I was thinking they would never have kids (kinda like horses and donkeys. Humans and sirens can have kids together, but half-sirens can’t have kids) just because of the dangers of having kids living on pirate ships (as shown by Roslyn). But then Riden started asking Wallov about what it’s like having a daughter, cause he wanted to start preparing for having his own daughters with Alosa (cause he assumes Alosa can only have girls) and it was just so cute. It was revealed though that Alosa would have a normal human life span but never really age…which is eh (I never really like it when only one half of a couple ages and the other is forever young). But I also headcanon Riden getting killed before he gets old too so shrug (pirate queen lover has got to be a dangerous job)

-got a lot of siren lore in this book. It took me an embarrassingly long time to realize that sirens have two legs. Every time Alosa was in the water I kept picturing her turning into a mermaid and then back when she was no longer in the water. However, I eventually realized this was not the case.

-on a meta sense I appreciate this series was kept as a duology, as it reflected Alosa’s own nature being caught between human pirate and siren. But can’t say she was ever really torn between her two natures; she may have come to peace with her siren half (thanks to Riden’s influence) but even after learning she had a place with the sirens (as their princess and possible future queen!), she was never tempted to join the siren world. She always wanted to remain a human, and more importantly the pirate queen.

-I am actually almost halfway through the next book (yeah I put off writing these thoughts up) and am enjoying Sorinda’s pov on things.

[vesperascorpio]

“What’s going on there?” Niridia asks.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, why don’t I see him waltzing out of your quarters every morning with a spring in his step?”

I laugh. “Because there is nothing going on there.”

“Why not?”

I dare a glance back up at him, watch the purposeful way he moves, watch his muscles tense as he pulls on a line. “He can’t handle what I can do. My abilities terrify him.”

“Any person with sense is terrified by what you can do. That doesn’t mean we don’t all love you.”

“Thanks, but it’s different with him. He has a history with people trying to control him. The fact that I can literally make him do things takes his mind back to a darker time.”

“He’ll get over it,” Niridia says with a certainty that surprises me.

“How do you know?”

“Because he’s not an idiot.”

I take a deep breath. “I made things worse.”

“What did you do?”

“The few times that I’ve been able to control myself underwater—it’s always been because of Riden. I wanted to get a better handle on my abilities, so I asked him to help me. I asked him to make himself vulnerable like that over and over again.”

“And he said no?” she asks in astonishment.

“Of course he did. I shouldn’t have asked it of him. It was wrong—”

“No, Alosa. What’s wrong is you not trying to do everything in your power to protect your crew. You did the right thing. He’ll see that it’s right, too.”

“There’s no way he’ll come around.”

“Well, not on his own,” she says. “Men can be so thick sometimes. They need help every once in a while.”

I smile. I’d said as much to Riden’s face, but when Niridia starts walking off, the smile drops. “What are you doing?”

“Helping.”

“Niridia!”

“Riden!” she shouts.

He looks down, his eyes roving until they spot her. “Aye?”

“Come down for a moment, please.”

He leaps for the netting and begins to crawl his way down.

“Niridia, he already said no. Leave him alone.”

“Just let me try something. You do trust me, don’t you?”

“Of course.”

“Then let me do my job on this ship.”

Riden drops into a crouch as his bare feet hit the deck. He straightens, notices me next to Niridia, but focuses on her.

“Do you consider yourself a selfish person, Riden?” she asks brazenly.

If he’s at all uncomfortable with the question, he doesn’t show it. “I can be,” he says.

“I’m the first mate of this ship, which means I see everything that happens. I see you comforting Deshel, see you softening every time Roslyn is around, see you laughing with Wallov and Deros. You’ve grown fond of us, haven’t you?”

“Aye.”

“Good. Now the captain tells me you could be invaluable in helping her control her abilities, thereby helping us survive the pirate king. Do you think she’s right about that?”

He closes himself off, his face turning away slightly.

I’m shocked when a weak “Yes” comes out of him.

“You risked your life for Roslyn once already. You very nearly died for her. Tell me, if the pirate king catches up to us, do you think he will spare her because she is a child?”

His head whips back around. “No,” he says, stronger.

“No one is ordering you to do anything. I just think it’s important for you to see things exactly as they are. You could tilt the odds in our favor, Riden. Remember that when you’re trying to sleep at night.”

And then she just walks off. Leaving me to deal with Riden.

With shirtless Riden.

“I swear I didn’t put her up to that,” I say. “I told her to leave you alone. I was just venting to her, and she got it into her head—”

“It’s all right.”

“Is it?”

“You will recall I was once a first mate. We can be a stubborn bunch.”

He scratches a spot on his arm, and I focus on that instead of his abdomen.

“She’s right,” he says suddenly, drawing my gaze to his face. “I don’t like it, and I can’t promise that I won’t lash out afterward—but we need to do this.”

“If there were any other way for me to do this, I wouldn’t have asked. I’ve tried my whole life to control this. My father put me through all kinds of—never mind. That’s not important. I’m just saying that if the pirate king ruled it out as a lost cause, then I know you really are my last option.”

“Hmm” is all he says.

“When should we start?” I ask tentatively.

“Probably the sooner, the better.”

“Probably.” A pause. “So … now?” I venture.

“Yes.”

I nod. “Let me make some arrangements.”

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[tired-biscuit]

welp, i've been tested positive for corona for the first time ever, so there's nothing but medicine, tea and walloving in self-pity on my schedule for the next few days, ig.

[rufftvlive]

#Repost @_wallove • • • • • • “‘Cause I need an interventionist To intervene between me and this monster And save me from myself and all this conflict ‘Cause the very thing that I love’s killin’ me and I can’t conquer it” 🎵 @eminem feat. @badgalriri - The Monster 🎨 @stylerone90 📸 February 2019 📌 Lisbon Link in bio #lisbon #wallove #murales #graffiti #graffitiart #graffitiwall #streetart #urbanart #urbanwalls #streetartlisbon #streetartlisboa #quintadomocho #louresartepublica #stylerone90 #eminem #rihanna #globalstreetart #jj_urbanart #rsa_graffiti #tv_streetart #total_urbanart #be_one_urbanart #graffiti_n_wallart #graffiti_of_our_world #streetartist #streetartistry #streetarteverywhere #streetartphotography #streetart_daily #streetartlovers @RuffTVLive (at Austin, Texas) https://www.instagram.com/p/BygWom8Boj7/?igshid=irepnqnidru4

[xashirama]

i have only two moods the worst person alive walloved in pathetic self-pity and the better-than-you smug sassy narcisstic cunt outperforming you at everything but in a polite restrained way

[tupiniquimblogcultural-blog]

Reposted from @lucianomoura.rocha.9 - “You and me, me and you Go away together, we could get away forever All emotions clashing, thrashing, someone turn the light out I met my baby expressed my passion in my fashion night out” 🎵 @asaprocky - Fashion Killa 🎨 @utopia.artist 📸 February 2019 📌 Lisbon #lisbon #wallove #murales #graffiti #graffitiart #graffitiwall #streetart #urbanart #urbanwalls #streetartlisbon #bairropadrecruz #utopiaartist #asaprocky #hiphop #globalstreetart #jj_urbanart #rsa_graffiti #tv_streetart #total_urbanart #be_one_urbanart #graffiti_n_wallart #graffiti_of_our_world #streetartist #streetartistry #streetarteverywhere #streetartphotography #streetart_daily #streetartlovers https://www.instagram.com/tupiniquim.blogcultural/p/BwMRXuZpQ5t/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=mabcq9gfs2cq

[graffitiporn-org]

Wallovers's work in project: PAINT SAVE LIVES, from - World HIV / AIDS prevention fund.

[humanslikeme]

Nguyen Duy street (Vietnam) by Cresk (Wallovers team)

[formarredodue]

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[vesperascorpio]

“ROSLYN!” I whirl at her tiny voice.

Her grin exposes a loose tooth bent slightly out of place. “I’ve got something for you.” She holds up a ring of keys.

“I knew you’d save us,” Wallov says, a father’s pride glinting in his eyes.

How could I have forgotten little Roslyn? Stowed away all this time in her hidey-hole up in the crow’s nest. “How did you get the keys?”

“I had to wait for the girly-looking fellow to fall asleep,” she says apologetically. Riden gives me a look that says, Didn’t I tell you? “It was a good thing his ears were covered the whole time because the keys jangle so.”

“Sneaky little thief,” I exclaim proudly.

She steps in front of her father’s cell. “The next time you’re cross with me, Papa, I want you to remember this moment.” She inserts the key into the lock. “Oh, and Captain?”

“Yes?”

“I want to fight with the crew in six years’ time.” Her voice changes slightly, as though she’s trying for a more adult tone. She could never mask the chirp of a six-year-old girl, but it’s something adorable watching her try.

I raise a brow at her, achieving what I hope is a slightly stern look.

She bites the inside of her cheek, but waits to twist the key.

I look behind her at Wallov, who is trying to keep from laughing.

“Seven,” I say.

“Done,” she says, flicking her wrist. An excited smile nearly splits her face in half.

A gunshot explodes through the mostly quiet brig. Every head turns toward the entrance where Tylon has appeared, a furious scowl spread across his face.

A cloud of smoke overtakes his features for a moment.

My eyes drift down to where he has his pistol extended in front of him.

I follow its line of progress to where Roslyn stands.

Blood spurts wildly from her head.

And she falls.

. . . 

A new sense of urgency overtakes me as a pool of blood forms near Roslyn.

I unlock my cell, toss the keys to Riden, and run to her, but Mandsy reaches her first, ripping off a section of her trousers to staunch the bleeding.

But I know how hard it is to survive a head wound. And for one so small.

Trembling fingers reach for her pulse.

It’s still there. How is it still there?

“It skimmed her head, Captain,” Mandsy says. “Knocked her out. There’s a lot of blood, but I could see her skull intact underneath. If I can just get the bleeding under control—”

“Do what you can. I’m going after Tylon.”

I throw myself into the fray, tossing enemy pirates around like they’re rocks. I have metal bars at my disposal, so I ram heads into them in my search for Tylon. I finally catch sight of Wallov through the chaos. He’s got Tylon by the shoulders, and he slams his head into the ground over and over. I don’t know how long Tylon has been dead, but Wallov doesn’t seem to notice anything at all.

I rush to him and pin his arms to his sides.

“Wallov, she’s alive. Calm down.”

It takes a moment for the words to sink in, but then instead of trying to go for Tylon, he’s trying to get away from me. To go to Roslyn. I release him.

[madame-helen]

The medieval person spirit:

*wallovs in his grave violently*

Bockstensmanen, a medieval person who happened to die in a bog which preserved his clothes (and more), clothes like hella comfy??

Like seriously. Comfy and warm wool clothes!

(yes this are pictures of his actual outfit, not reconstructed clothing. They were very well preserved in all except colour. The bog gave everything that yellow shade, i suspect)

Picture from: https://www.museumhalland.se/bockstensmannen/kladerna/

[thewisdomletters]

Poem: Clutter

Clutter Milky bottles in a galvanized tubs catch the morning light. A washboard sits to the side. Wrinkled magazines piled under the table. A tattered flag hangs from the ceiling. In the corner there is a battered Victrolawith mismatched china piled high. A chandelier drops wobbly jawed, the missing crystals littering the floor. A horse collar with faded leather hangs on the wallover pots,…

[maximuswolf]

Nguyen Duy street (Vietnam) by Cresk (Wallovers team) via /r/Graffiti

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