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OH SHIT

Is it World Building Wednesday already??

#worldbuilding wednesday #let’s give this a shot

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Vincent

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#where’s the lie tho

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カツブシよこせです

Give me bonito flakes!

#J you’re flawless ⭐️

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I'd like everyone to know that, canonically, there was a period of 10 years in which Wendy thought muggle babies were indeed delivered by a stork.

She knew where wizard babies came from. That's obvious.

But muggle babies...

#hphm #ok so like did she think muggles have different bits than magical people? #where did she think muggleborns came from? #an accident when muggles realised they could fuck? #or that muggles just did it for funsies and their babies were completely unrelated to the process? #wendy my guy(gn) how old were you when you found out the truth?

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WIP of Penelope with her forever-unfinished shroud.

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not to sound like a medieval peasant or a catholic but i resent anti-carb propaganda so much like bread will never be evil it is holy it is divine it is one of life’s most simple yet decadent pleasures. love is stored in the bread

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okay everyone reblog and tell me your favorite perfume. but if your favorite is glossier you… don’t bother

#marc jacobs daisy dream

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Ok, so we got…*squints at list*

A narcoleptic, coffee-addict

A rebellious ladies’ man related to the first guy

A cinnamon roll-for-brains sweetheart

An emotionally constipated ghost

An anonymous love-letter writer

An Italian Kiki’s Delivery Service-style Baker

and now…

A socially awkward Japanese demon

The Reverse Harem Love Story that Freyja never asked to have and that most of the guys find themselves a part of whether they like it or not.

Soon to be adapted into a Dating sim and an Anime. 🕶️✨

shhhh that’s been my intention all along (jk)

❤️Coming soon❤️

The chance to play as Freyja in the late 90s - try to get her professional and personal life back on track after the second wizarding war. Choose from an ever-increasing number of routes with a number of characters who never wanted to be part of this in the first place!

though to be honest:

Duncan is dead and stuck at 15 years old - nothings happening there

bakery dude was just a one-off joke that someone sent in

noppera-bō bro would be perfectly happy never to run into Freyja again

((but who is the anonymous love-letter writer??? i honestly can’t remember posting anything like this - i am so confused 😵‍💫))

#hogwarts mystery #ask #anonymous #fcking reverse harem anime i’m crying #😂😂😂

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What do you mean the divine right of kings is fake

louis xiv is in my inbox guys

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Barter and Trade

Rereading @carewyncromwell 's Pirates of the Caribbean au and my own notes from it, I've been inspired to finish up a few short fic ideas I had for it. Then I can lay it to rest, 4 years later. Who knows, maybe it'll help me write my other projects. God only knows it won't leave me alone right now. A continuation of this post.

"Sit, mademoiselle."

Captain Black gestured to a chair at the oval-shaped dining room table in the center of the room. The captain's quarters were surprisingly immaculate. Based on the furnishings and the efficiency of the crew above, Wendy guessed the frigate once belonged to his majesty's navy.

The first mate - the one with tired eyes and large scars adorning his face - pulled a chair out for her at one long end. The captain took the seat opposite, setting his hat on the table and smoothing down his shoulder-length black curls with a hand.

Wendy tried to maintain a brave face, steeling herself for the inevitable harm that would befall her and the captured crew. Her head was aggravatingly empty. The only thing she could think to do was hold perfectly still under the gaze of the predator across the table. Hold still and wait.

"Well, well, well...what to do with you..." Black watched her, flipping a knife from blade to handle over in his hands. "I'm sure I don't have to tell you what happens to pretty young things on pirate ships."

"I am well aware of my position." The involuntary tremble in her own voice was infuriating.

"Good. Then we understand each other."

"Captain--" Ben's voice came from where he'd taken position beside her chair.

"What is it, Copper?"

"I'd like to ask for the girl."

The flipping knife stopped and silence fell over the cabin. The other two men raised their eyebrows and exchanged a glance. A sickening twist knotted itself in Wendy's stomach. So I'm to be bartered for.

The captain studied Ben for a drawn-out moment. "I've never known you to have such...appetites before. Why her in particular?"

Wendy stole a glance up at Ben. Tension pulsed in his clenched jaw and down into the tendons under the tan skin of his throat.

"She is a childhood friend, sir."

"Ah... That childhood friend?" The captain leaned back in his chair, folding his arms, turning his gaze to Wendy again. She fought the instinct to shrink into the chair and lifted her chin.

"Yes, sir."

"An interesting turn of events, isn't this?..." The captain tapped the chair's arm thoughtfully with one of his many rings. "Well, Copper. What are you offering for this fine young lady?"

"My cut of today's profit, and all my earnings for the next two years, sir."

Wendy couldn't help the little gasp that escaped her lips. "Benjamin..." She looked back up at him, but he maintained unwavering eye contact with the other man.

The older pirate's brows furrowed, "You'd indenture yourself to me for two years for this maid?"

"Yes."

"A bold proposition..."

"Wait!"

Something snapped inside Wendy, breaking the spell that kept her frozen in her seat. She slapped a hand on the table, panic rising in her chest. She couldn't let him do this. "My father is very rich."

"Yes, I gathered as much from your trunk, mademoiselle." Black gave her a smile that seemed to say 'There it is.'

"He owns the ship you just took."

"Gwendolyn..." Ben laid a hand on the back of her chair.

"Go on."

"He would pay a handsome sum for me to be returned unharmed. Even more for the crew...or...or what's left of them."

"Is that so? What kind of a handsome sum?" The captain returned to flipping his knife.

Suddenly, it felt like a match struck and flared to life in Wendy's head. Trade negotiations came as easy as breathing to her. This was something she knew how to do. "Gordon & Sons is prepared to part with £3200. Or £1500, 100 barrels of gunpowder, 32 barrels of shot, and 17 muskets."

"You know your father's business, I see."

"I help with the running of it."

"Well, then, why not double the powder and shot, and throw in some barrels of rum?"

"That is what we are prepared to part with from our Port Royal warehouse. If you want payment with any expedience, you'll take that. Your men currently hold our restock."

"A pity. Well, what of the rum?"

"I can offer you 5 barrels."

"15."

"10 and that's final."

Black leaned forward with a wicked grin and asked in a low voice, "And what would your father offer if I returned you alive, but a little spoiled?"

She felt stirring to her side where Ben stood, but she dared not take her eyes off the pirate. Wendy gritted her teeth. The man was enjoying toying with her. "£3200 and a gunship with your name on every cannonball to retrieve it."

The captain laughed and waved a hand. "I'll take the former deal, girl. And Copper's proposition on the top."

"What?!" She launched to her feet. A strong hand gripped her arm. The audacity of this man.

Captain Black looked her over, unflapped and amused. "As extra collateral for the trouble I'll be going to with you aboard. To keep you fed; to keep certain members of my crew away from you; all the bad luck you'll bring; explaining to the crew why the second mate gets to lay claim to the prettiest spoils..." The grip on her arm stiffened as the pirate gave Ben a pointed look. "It's only fair."

#hphm #gwendolyn gordon #*lil jon voice* YEAAHHH #hrrrr i need more of these snippets 🫨🫨🫨 #i feel like i need glasses to fully appreciate this and i don’t even wear glasses

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Noppera-bō-Bro: *back to work ready to jump-scare the next person turning round the corner*

Freyja: *back to work and is the next person turning round the corner*

Noppera-bō-Bro: *NOPE-pera-bōs outta there*

🎶 no faces pass and I’m home-bound~

((🎹🎶 do-do-do-do-do-do-do))

#hogwarts mystery #hphm mc #freyja young #ask #anonymous #noppera-bro just noped his way back to japan

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mutuals do this

take care of yourself

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are you ok with people saying smash to your pics

go right ahead i think it’s fun

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Found

@carewyncromwell ​ made me do it. She twisted my arm real bad and stole my lunch money. I’m totally not lying or falsifying ANY information here. (Based off her awesome HPHM!POTC AU and this little post right here)

They say women should never go to sea - that we’re bad luck to a ship.

Wendy shifts uncomfortably in the darkness of the hold, running a finger under the now impossibly tight velvet ribbon around her neck. Her stays pinch her something awful in this squatting position, and a single cold bead of sweat finds its way down the middle of her back.

How long has she been down here, whispering prayer after silent prayer? Thirty minutes; an hour?

The sounds of muskets and clashing steel died down some time ago, replaced by scuffling and loud thumps as the upper decks are plundered. A cry of pain occasionally splits the cacophony from above.

They certainly made short work of the crew. 

Her stomach turns at the thought of dead and injured men - men she traded laughs and smiles with only a few hours ago. And, poor old Rebecca. She had lost sight of her elderly maid shortly after the chaos erupted. Guilt gnaws at her that she hadn’t kept a better eye on the old woman - called her name, took her hand, something.

Now she’s all alone, she reckons, without a single friendly face left onboard.

The cold steel of a rigging knife bites into her hand as she clings to the tiny weapon for dear life. It was pressed hastily into her hands by the ship’s captain as he shoved her in the direction of the lower decks, yelling at her to find a place to hide.

Now that she thinks of it, the hold is probably the worst place she could have chosen, and the thought leaves a cold pit in her chest. Someone is bound to come down here. As if in answer to her thoughts, the hatch to the hold flies open and slams against the floor above.

“Didja hear?” A nasally voice floats down trough the opening. “There’s a girl on board.”

“If you mean that old bat you gutted, I’d ‘ardly call ‘er a girl.” Another, gruffer voice grumbles in reply.

Footsteps descend the stairs, sending Wendy’s heart racing as a fresh wave of adrenaline courses through her veins.

“No, there’s a chest of women’s things in the guest’s quarters - fancy things. Cap’n says there’s a lady on board.”

“Heh, that’d be finer prize‘n anythin’ we find down ‘ere.” The second voice cackles maliciously.

Swallowing, she leans forward cautiously to peer through a small gap in the stack of barrels between her and the motley little group of three men now standing at the foot of the stairs, illuminated by lanters. She isn’t sure who to be more afraid of: the short man built like a barrel with a predatory gleam in his eye; the spindly, parrot-looking fellow; or the one standing a whole head above the other two.

To be frank, she wouldn’t be able to take any of them in a struggle, but that tall fellow…well, him least of all. With those broad shoulders, she reckons he could easily toss her about like a ragdoll.

“Lookee all that!” The man with the hooked nose whistles, marveling at the cargo. “She’s a right prize well worth the effort.”

The tall one gestures to the opposite end of the hold, taking a lantern from the squat man. “You two take that side, I’ll look over here.”

There’s something familiar about his frame; something she can’t quite put a finger on. He doesn’t resemble anyone she’s ever met, and yet…

He turns towards her side of the hold as the others slink off, the flickering flame casting a rich glow on his features. Wendy gasps as her racing heartbeat comes to a screeching stop. The face is older, tanned, more masculine, than the drowned one that has haunted her dreams for the last four years, but she’d recognize it anywhere.

Ben? 

She claps a hand over her mouth in horror, realizing too late that she uttered the word aloud as a pair of brown eyes dart towards her hiding spot. Her own eyes close as she leans back against creaking wood, shaking hands sliding up to cover her face. There’s nothing for it now but to wait.

Her mind races in a flurry of a thousand thoughts. It must be an uncanny resemblance, not a ghost. Anything else is impossible. Right? Lord knows what he–what they might do if she’s found. She knows the stories; heard the warnings about what pirates do to women. She never should have set foot on this boat…

“Please, miss, on your feet. And, no sudden movements.”

Sharp, cold steel presses against her chin.

“I don’t want to hurt you.” The voice is kind, apologetic even.

Slowly, Wendy stands, lowering hands cautiously to her sides. They stare dumbfounded at each other for a few tense heartbeats.

“Gwendolyn…” He breathes her name.

Recognition and joy flash across his features. He takes an impulsive step forward, setting down the lantern and reaching a hand out to touch her cheek. For a moment, the sounds of the ship die away, and all that exists is this contact. He is warm and real, his pulse beating faintly against her skin.

How? And, why?

Ben backs away abruptly, as though burned, “Oh, no…oh, no, no, no…” 

His free hand flutters up to run through his shoulder-length hair. “You cannot–this cannot–Gwendolyn, what are you doing here?” he hisses.

“What am I doing here?” Wendy retorts, “What are you doing here? You are supposed to be dead!” she searches his face, a little indignation bubbling up among the confusion and wonder.

“Well, Copper.”  The gruff voice of the short man chuckles with wicked delight from behind Ben.

“What ‘ave you found ‘ere?”

#hphm #gwendolyn gordon #chewing on this writing like it s a lamb chop fresh off the barbecue #🫨🫨🫨

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Ben Copper lovers and haters unite.

MC slides into the booth next to Charlie Weasley. Who better to ask than his best friend? MC passes him a butter beer as a bribe.

#hphm #i went for the popular option but in my heart i know it’s benoffee #also just by the by #i thought ben’s best friend is wendy - so really we should be bribing -her- with her drink of choice