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Trust Is Earned - Charles Vane - 9

My birthday gift to myself and all my readers is this chapter. You’ll know why when you read it.

Warning: Violence.

*gif not mine*

Enjoy!

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The meeting between you, The Ranger crew, and The Walrus crew went about how you expected.

On one side you had Flint, Mr. Gates, Billy, and Silver for some reason. On the other side you had Jack Rackham, Anne Bonny, and a very unimpressed Charles Vane silently smoking.

Lucky, Emmett, Miles, Edward, Nigel, and Pope were all in the room as well. You had decided that if this went through, both crews needed to be familiar with your… well, your crew.

It was the most people you’d probably ever had in your shop at one time and it was definitely the loudest it had ever been. Even your crew were getting involved, mostly to tell people to lower their voices, but there were some insults being thrown as well.

You, Anne, Flint, and Vane were the only ones silent. Flint looked like he was being silent because Mr. Gates had threatened him otherwise. Anne was always silent. And Vane…

Well truthfully you hadn’t been able to get a good read on him lately.

You gave Nigel a nod. He raised one hand to his mouth. Two fingers in his mouth, he let out a piercing whistle that made the entire room turn deathly silent.

“Now that I have your attention once more,” you said with a motion to get the two pirate crews to sit back down, “let’s talk about how this will work individually now that I’ve explained how to keep the other crews from having me drawn and quartered at first light.”

Emmett snorted and you rolled your eyes. His morbid sense of humor came out at the worst times. And now Vane was glaring at him.

You had never wanted children less than you did just then.

“In any given week I get almost a dozen leads from my contacts from outside of Nassau. I do as much vetting as I can before I pass them on to Vane to pick from. That’s currently. The change would be simply that I would give the first best lead to the crew that’s here. If there are times when you are both in Nassau, it’ll be an alternating schedule.”

Jack had something to say about that, oddly enough.

“How can we trust you to be unbiased in those situations? I might remind you that you’ve had relations with members on both crews so your opinions might be skewed.”

You rolled your eyes.

“How many times do I have to say that Vane and I–”

“She can be trusted,” Vane said with authority, drawing all eyes to him since it was the first time he’d spoken since he got there. “Her word is enough for me and it’ll be enough for you two.”

Anne gave a nod. Jack was a little slower on the uptake, but even he agreed. Then it went to The Walrus crew. Technically Silver didn’t get a vote, but even he agreed with that.

“So we’re in agreement? Great,” Mr. Gates said as he started to stand.

“Not so fast,” you said as you went to stand back in between both of the crews. “There is a stipulation that I’m requiring in this before we move forward. One that is non-negotiable.”

With everyone’s attention, you went into it.

“I won’t have my customers killing each other. As long as we are working in harmony, we will be living in harmony. No more brawls between the crews, no more petty grievances, no more stealing,” you said with a glare at Silver who immediately nodded. “If there are legitimate concerns or issues, they will be handled in a forum like this, here in my shop where it’s worked out together. And if you can’t trust me to be unbiased at that time, one of my crew can step in to hear both sides.”

You knew they would agree to your terms simply because asking them not to murder each other was an easy task if it made them as much money as you promised. And since Vane could back you up on that—not that he did, Jack had to—you knew they would agree.

Contracts were brought up for all three of you because you were nothing in not thorough. You signed it, followed by Flint and Vane. Then you went one further and had Jack, Mr. Gates, and Lucky sign it as well.

“It looks like we’re all in business together now. Congratulations lady and gentlemen. I’m going to make you all very rich as long as you do your part as well.”

Everyone started to file out of the room. All except Vane who hadn’t moved from where he’d gone after he signed the contracts.

“What started as a way to keep me from killing you has turned into quite a business venture for you.”

You laughed and looked at the contract in your hands with the ink drying.

“A lot has changed since the night Billy and Silver came to my shop.”

“For the better?”

You looked up and met his eyes. Those eyes that you still saw in your dreams even though you now went weeks without seeing him.

“Most of it.”

“Charles, we need to go let the men know they can’t fight with The Walrus crew anymore. They’ll take it better from you if you promise alcohol. And lots of it.”

Jack’s interruption was right at the best time. You smiled at Vane and then turned to roll up the contract, intent not to watch him walk out of your shop again.

You’d grown to hate that sight.

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It was Pope’s turn to be on watch at the shop. You had offered him some dinner and then went to your rooms to finish the dress you had been working on for the last few weeks. Normally you could make a dress fairly quickly but you had taken time with this one.

For some reason. You didn’t really understand why you were so invested in this dress.

You heard Pope’s familiar voice call your name from the shop. With a candle in one hand, you made your way into the shop. He wasn’t at his cot. Instead you found him at the door.

“He asked for you.”

Curious as to who was knocking on your door after dark, you made your way over and took Pope’s place at the door. On the other side was Vane. He looked annoyed for having been made to wait rather than just breaking in like he usually did when he needed to talk to you.

“Vane,” you said in greeting, giving him an odd look. “Come in.”

He shook his head and took a step backwards, inviting you outside instead. You looked at Pope who didn’t look pleased with the idea, but he gave you a nod and went over to where the cot was set up.

That’s as much privacy as you could get. And it was Pope’s way of telling you that he trusted Vane enough not to be stationed at the door instead. You left the candle inside and stepped out of the shop with Vane.

With the shop door shut behind you, you turned to face him. It was dark out but the moon gave enough light for you to be able to make out the look on Vane’s face. He looked conflicted. The only thing you had to compare it to were times he’d been in pain but even that wasn’t an exact match.

“What is it? Is something wrong?”

He turned away from you, tilting his head so that he could look up at the moon.

“You didn’t mention everything that happened the night I was attached by The Tempest crew.”

At first you were confused, but you quickly realized what he meant. The kiss. You hadn’t told him about the kiss, about his nightmare.

“What… I mean… you remembered?”

He let out a short laugh, still looking away.

“Thought it’d been a dream because you didn’t mention it. You just confirmed it for me.”

He hadn’t been sure until just now? You wished you had a better poker face, had been able to hide that piece of information better.

“You thought it was a dream?”

He turned his head to look at you.

“You think it’s the first time I’ve had a dream about having you under me like that?”

There was a breeze that moved through the trees, but it wasn’t nearly enough to cool your heated skin at that. And your heart was pounding in your chest, stealing your breath.

“I didn’t mention it because you didn’t remember it. I didn’t… think you wanted to remember it.”

He turned his body fully towards you. Then he crossed the scant distance that separated the two of you until his body was almost completely pressed to yours. He didn’t give you a chance to to be surprised before his mouth was on yours.

The kiss was exactly like the one from that night; claiming, searing, a brand that’s been on your skin as you went about your days. He kissed with his entire body, molding to yours with his arms around you like he had every intention of trying to climb under your skin.

And you’d let him. God, whatever it took to never lose this feeling, you’d make that happen.

As his tongue teased against yours, he pushed you backwards until your back hit the door. It gave him more leverage to press against you, his leg thrust between your thighs and his hands in your hair to guide your head to where he wanted it.

“Ma’am? Is everything alright?”

You pulled away from Vane’s mouth to let out a shaky laugh. Vane took the opportunity to kiss down your neck while you struggled to catch your breath.

“Everything’s fine Pope, just the wind.”

Vane laughed at your very obvious lie. You pushed against his chest until he broke away from you a little more. Not that he fully stepped away. His hands seemed permanently attached to you and you didn’t mind at all.

“You should go before he decides to come out here.”

“Let him,” Vane challenged as he moved to nuzzle against your cheek and jaw, his lips dragging gently against your skin.

It was at odds with how you expected him to be that it made you lose your breath all over again. It took strength you didn’t realize you had to push him back enough to meet his eyes.

“Charles,” you said softly, beseechingly.

It might have been the use of his first name which you had used so very little in the time you’d known him. Or maybe he could just see the resolve in your eyes. Either way, he leaned in for one last kiss before he separated himself from you fully.

“I’ll be by in the morning to talk about this,” he said as he dragged his fingers across your cheek and down your jaw.

“I’ll hold you to that.”

You watched him turn to leave. Although you’d hated that sight so much lately, the knowledge that he would be back in the morning gave you hope and joy. You couldn’t wait.

Once you were sure that you were as calm as you possibly could under the circumstances, you slipped back into the shop. Pope was sitting on the cot, his eyes on the door as you walked in. He took one look at you and must have been able to read what happened. He rolled his eyes and moved to lie down on the cot.

“Should I expect any more late night visitors?”

You grinned as you passed by him on your way back to your rooms.

“Not tonight Pope. But perhaps in the future I might be able to convince you and the rest of the crew to sleep in the bunkhouse sometimes.”

Pope laughed as he eyed the front door of the shop.

“Aye, maybe so.”

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There was a hand on your cheek, a gentle touch that you leaned into. It didn’t feel familiar, didn’t feel like Charles. Was this a dream?

Your eyes fluttered open, desperate to know if you had dreamt the touch or if he really was there with you. Instead of seeing the familiar, welcome sight of Charles, you saw a strange man staring down at you. The moment you registered that this was real, not a dream, you opened your mouth to scream but his hand clamped down over your mouth.

“Don’t need to bring the rest of your men for us to kill. You gonna be good and not scream?”

You nodded. You had no intention of staying quiet, but you needed to get your bearings first. Your crew were just a ways away, would definitely hear your scream, but you needed to wait. You wanted to know what the hell was going on before you called them in here.

Where was Pope? He never would’ve let someone get this close.

The hand moved from your mouth slowly and you made a show of keeping your mouth shut. That seemed to satisfy him, but it didn’t stop him from yanking you up by a fistful of your hair. Someone else grabbed your wrists, alerting you to the fact that there was more than one man in your room. As they tied a rope around your wrists, you were also tugged forward and out of your bedroom.

They dragged you along through the rooms and into the shop. Everything was as it had been except Pope’s cot was empty. You saw a crowd of men not far from the door and your eyes were drawn there. Pope was on his knees in the middle of the floor, blood pouring from his stomach and chest already. A knife was at his throat, probably a threat on your life if he made any sound.

“Pope,” you said softly as you started forward, but you were yanked back by your arms painfully.

“Can’t leave no witnesses,” the man that held you said, a nod given to the man with the knife at Pope’s throat.

One quick slash was all it took. A river of red gushed out as he gurgled and tried to stem the flow uselessly.

You screamed, loud and long. At least as long as it took for someone to slam the back end of their pistol against your temple.

In and out of consciousness let you see the world in bits and blurs. You were over a shoulder. There was shouting. Gunfire. People screaming. Your name, that was your name. More gun shots. And then… silence.

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The swaying is what woke you. Your body rolled to the side a bit. Then back to the other side. It was rhythmic almost and just the slightest bit familiar.

A ship. You were on a ship.

Your eyes opened almost immediately once you’d had that thought, but then you groaned and shut them again. The room was spinning. You wondered if it was seasickness already affecting you.

Most likely it was from being bashed in the head.

You didn’t have much clue as to what was going on. You remembered someone waking you, tying your hands. And then Pope… God, Pope. Your stomach turned as you remembered the sight of the blood, Pope desperately trying to stop it.

Whoever these people were, you were going to make sure they paid for what they’d done.

Slowly you rolled onto your knees. There was a bench on one side of the room you were in and you used that to leverage yourself up. Then you plopped down onto the bench to get your bearings.

Across from you were a row of bars. That told you that you were in the prisoner’s hold. It didn’t give you much more information beyond that since you had no way of knowing which ship you were on. Not yet at least.

The next thing you realized was that you were in your nightgown. It was modest enough that you weren’t scandalized, but the thought that those men had seen you like this. Touched you. It made your skin crawl.

That thought, oddly, made you think of Charles. Did he know yet that you had been taken? Or Flint? What happened to the rest of your crew?

Charles had said that he would come by the shop in the morning. If he did, he’d find Pope’s body in a pool of blood and you missing from your home. He would look for you, wouldn’t he? After last night, you had to hope he would.

Because if he looked for you, you knew he’d find you.

With legs that shook a bit under you, you made your way from the bench to the bars that held you prisoner. From there you could just make out the door that separated the hold from the rest of the ship. It was possible that there was someone there standing guard, but you weren’t going to do them the courtesy of screaming for them.

Not yet at least. You needed to figure out a plan.

You had money. If they wanted you for a ransom, you’d have to explain that there was no one they could ask for money from besides you directly. Your crew could reach out to your contacts but it’d be a lot easier for you to get it then they could.

But you had a feeling this was something else. Maybe a crew was mad that you offered your services to Flint and not them? Maybe Eleanor Guthrie had paid someone to kidnap you because you stole her two best clients. Maybe… maybe.

You hated not knowing.

Just as you were approaching the point of calling out to see if there was someone outside the door, you heard the lock turn and the door came open. The man that had woken you was there. He grinned when he saw that you were awake.

“Ah, Miss Y/L/N, finally. Welcome to The Tempest.”

You felt a little as if the floor had opened up beneath you and you’d fallen into the ocean. That was one thing you hadn’t thought of.

“You have to know that you can’t just kidnap me without repercussions,” you said with a confidence you didn’t really feel at that moment.

“Perhaps if anyone knew who had taken you. And if I had any intention of you ever setting foot on Nassau again, I might even be worried about it.”

That made your hands tighten on the bars.

“What do you want with me?”

The man walked into the room but he didn’t approach the cell you were in. Not yet.

“Your man killed two of my men without any of these repercussions you speak of. Slaughtered them in cold blood after torturing them, mutilating them. Then he hung them up to be looked upon. There are rules in Nassau, but no laws to stop something like that from happening. So it’s up to me, their captain, to avenge them.”

If you had the strength you would’ve bent the bars wide enough for you to climb out of the cell and run away. The ship was anchored somewhere, the gentle sway giving that away. Even if it was in the middle of the ocean, you’d rather deal with that then with a pirate with a grudge.

“What was done happened because those men attacked me. As my business partner, Vane needed to–”

“That was not business,” the captain shouted as he stormed across to grab the bars himself. “Business would’ve been for him to return the beating onto the men, not to mutilate their corpses for fun. He did that for you.”

“And he was nearly killed for it!” You yelled the words back as you refused to shrink from the captain or his anger. “I saw him when The Tempest crew was done with him. They repaid him for that already.”

The captain was quick, his hand darting out to clasp around your throat. He squeezed and squeezed until you couldn’t catch your breath.

“What payment is that when my men are dead? When my only son hung from a tree to be humiliated and scorned after death?”

Even if you could have breathed, you were sure that would’ve taken it away from you. It wasn’t just a captain avenging his crew, but a father avenging his son.

When the captain finally released your throat, you fell to your knees to catch your breath.

“Unfortunately for you, I can’t stomach the thought of killing a woman. Instead I’ve found a man who will take you off my hands instead. You’ll be brought to the colonies as a slave. It won’t be an easy life for you. I reckon very soon you’ll wish I’d killed you.”

On that ominous note, the captain walked calmly towards the door of the hold.

And you were left on your knees, trying to find the words for a prayer that you would get through this in one piece.

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Requests (5/8/2021)

Hi lovelies! I just filled up the queue through May but I have a LOT of requests left. So I’m posting the remaining requests below! If you see your request here that means it’ll be posted in June at the earliest. If you don’t see your request it means it’s probably going to be posted in May (although I did delete two messages that weren’t “requests” as much as “demands”, messages that said, “Do this,” or, “Make that,” which I don’t respond to). There are some requests I addressed in a post on April 27th though that won’t be posted until June also so be sure to check that out. Thanks for the support lovelies! Hope you like what’s to cum. ;)

Anonymous said:

Could u do emma stone from amazing spider man i like her look from the 2nd one but its fine whichever u use

Yep! Second one it is. :)

Anonymous said:

Hi was wondering if you could do a caption of a superhero that is captured by their villain and turned into an evil hench woman thought about anne hathaway as cat woman if you could thanks love your captions btw

Sure thing!

Anonymous said:

Could you do a caption where a white guy gets turned into Kerry Washington. And becomes addicted to sleeping with black men? I was thinking of using the scene from little man where shes in bed after a night of "doing it". Can that be done or is that too graphic of a description?

I don’t think it’s too graphic? I’ve never seen Little Man (idk what it is tbh) but I googled “Kerry Washington Little Man” & found a pic I think works so I can do this.

Anonymous said:

I don't remember if I requested this already or not but could you do one of Haley atwell from captain america I was thinking like a super soldier test turns a guy into her but he then finds out that was the plan that the government wanted to make super sissies instead

You did not request it and I can do it!

Anonymous said:

Hi could you do a caption using Betsy brandt? Shes the aunt from breaking bad incase you didnt know I just think shes beautiful and hope you could do a caption for her idk what about maybe something about milfs thatd be good ig whatever you decide anyways thanks

I DO know who that is! And there have been quite a few MILF requests (as you’ll see) so all you MILF lovers will be happy going forward. :)

Anonymous said:

Hello first off big fan 2nd off im sorry if this is too much but I have abit of a list for ya if u can do these thats great if not its ok just sorry i know its alot. Emma thompson(saving mr banks) Sean young, (ace venture) Rhea Pearlman, ( matilda) Christina agulara( burlesque) sigourney weaver, (alien or ghostbusters) emma stone (cruela) thank u there will be a part 2

Heres part 2 its just ones I dont really have any specific thing in mind. Tia and Tamara. Idna menzel. Adele. Bonnie Tyler. Ruby rose. Sarah chalke. Kristen schaal. Melissa McCarthy. Megan trainer. Elizabeth gillies. Like i said if u can great if not thats alright atleast u'll have some stocked up for a rainy day thanks again and sorry again

Hello im the one who gave the list of requests sorry once again I just wanted to further explain one of them the christina Aguilera from burlesque one to be specific I would like the one where she is wearing the bowler hat with the loose frizz curls thats the only one I can think of to elaborate on the rest are up to u thanks again sorry again

Ok so this is A LOT of requests and in the future I would like to ask people to limit their requests to three celebs at a time, but I’ve never said that before so it wouldn’t be fair to the person who requested all these. So yes I can do these requests. The only one I won’t do is Sean Young from Ace Ventura because her character in Ace Ventura is really really transphobic (or, more specifically, how that character is written). And I can do that specific Christina Aguilera one. Also since this IS so many requests I’ll probably be sprinkling them in through instead of doing them all at once, & I already wrote an Elizabeth Gillies one coming out towards the end of May.

Anonymous said:

If possible could you do Elizabeth perkins as Wilma Flintstone I had the idea of it litterally being set in cave man times and depicting the forat instance of feminization, the first sissy, being of a weaker evolution and stuff causing the tribe to pick him as the tribes cave sissy

Oooo, sounds fun. Totally!

Anonymous said:

Could you do Marissa tomei? Was thinking hero type story by night hes a crime fighing vigilante by day She is a stay at home sissy wife waiting for hubby to get home to pleasure him

I can do this!

Anonymous said:

Could you try making one where a boy who’s always been short his entire life gets feminized by his friend? I was thinking someone like Skai Jackson would be great for this

Sure thing! I found one of Skai where she’s of age so I’ll use that. :) (I won’t use a GIF of here her though since most of them are from Jessie when she’s under 18)

Anonymous said:

I was wondering if you could do one about a college professor named Peter whose autocloset gets hacked by his students. They transform and feminize him into a sexy latina milf so they have someone sexy to look at during class. Actress of your choice, someone over 30 please.

Oooo, I’ve got the perfect celeb for this. ;)

Anonymous said:

Hi I actually have 3 u may have done them before but if u can thatd be great. 1 Natalie Portman (V for vendetta ) the little girl outfit with the pigtails I was thinking like a lost bet. 2 P!nk (beautiful trauma) the house wife look is so good. 3 Elizabeth olsen (wandavision) when shes in the bed wearing her costume like a morning after thing. Thats all like I said if u can thank u love ur captions

Ah gotcha. I can do these!

Anonymous said:

Hi id like to start off by saying i love your captions. Was wondering if you could do one of Mary Elizabeth Winstead as Ramona flowers when she had Green hair as far as the story I dont really have anything other than green being the guys fav color idk hopefully you can do something with that anyways thank you for your time have a good one

I can work with this. :)

Anonymous said:

Hey I have a specific scene in mind its of kaley cuoco when she was on the big bang theory I dont remember the episode but its where shes sitting on the couch when her BF walks in and shes dressed in this purple lingerie and shes got her hair up its beautiful I was thinking if u could do a caption on that? Maybe like a roommates thing sorry I dont have enough info on the scene

I’VE HAD THIS IMAGE FOR SO LONG BUT COULDN’T THINK OF A STORY SO YES I CAN DO THIS! :D

Anonymous said:

Could u ro Lindsay sloane from bring it on I had to look up the name I just remember her as "Big red" what they called her in the movie

Yep! I love Bring it On. :)

Anonymous said:

Omg i love the Alex kingston caption u did recently whenever u get a chance could u do more River song captions also the billie piper one again whenever u get the chance

You got it. :)

Anonymous said:

Ok if you could i have an idea for a caption of a guy who wants to be internet famous but cant cut it as a guy so he pretends to be a lady on an onlyfans but doesnt show off anything too much then he gets surprised by his Male roommate who found out and his roommate blackmails him into making more "Private" videos to get cash I was thinking using meg turney if u could thanks

Sounds fun. Sure thing! :)

Anonymous said:

Hello I know you mightve done this one already but the one of Katy Perry from "Hey hey hey" music vid could u do another one from that still her with the blonde hair but when shes just waking up instead thank you

You bet!

Anonymous said:

I know you got alot of requests lately but if you dont mind one more could you do Drew Barrymore from Batman forever?

I had to double check how old she was in that but yes! I can do this. :)

Anonymous said:

I know I probably wont see this for awhile but if u could can u do a caption of debby ryan from jessie where she is dressed like a little kid and has her hair in pigtails? I was thinking like a babysitting gig gone wrong for the story like dress up goes too far or something anyawys thank u

Do you know what episode that’s from? I found the image and I think it looks great but I just want to make 100% sure that Jessie was an adult when she made it. If you know the episode feel free to message me & I can go ahead with it. :)

Anonymous said:

I have 3 if u could do them 1. Zazie beets 2. Zendaya 3. Tessa Thompson. Thats all thanks

I actually have Zazie Beets and Zendaya caps coming up before May ends, but you’ll get the Tessa Thompson one in June. :)

Anonymous said:

Hi could you do another caption tor jenna fischer from the office please?

Yep!

Anonymous said:

Could you do a cap where a teacher named Peter gets feminized into a latina housewife and use Marisol Nichols from Riverdale? Can't ignore the MILFs.

Damn right you can’t! I’ll be sure to do this. :)

Anonymous said:

Addison Rae or Ariana Grande please

I’ll do both! :)

@tammyboy25 said:

Hi there! I was wondering if you could please do one where a sister or best girlfriend guilt trips a boy into being their maid of honor for her wedding? Bachelorette party, Dress shopping, getting their hair done, dancing with other boys at the reception are some ideas I had. Thank you so much either way!!!

Ooooo I love this! You got it sweetie. :)

Anonymous said:

Wow, I really loved the "From the Amazons" caption you did with Wonder Woman! Could you do something similar with a guy named Rene put into the body of a sluttfied superheroine? Maybe Scarlet Witch/Wanda? Thanks!

“From the Amazons” has been getting a lot of love so thanks everyone! I can totally do this with an Elizabeth Olsen pic. :)

Anonymous said:

I'm not sure if youve seen falcon and the winter soldier yet but Erin kellyman who plays kharli in that is a relatively new actress so I could understand if you dont know her but if you do could you make a caption for her? Thank you

I actually do know who she is! I saw her in “Falcon & Winter Soldier” and Solo so I can totally do a cap with her. :)

Anonymous said:

Hi, yesterday I said how much I loved that Wonder Woman caption you did with Gakl Gadot. And I've since discovered the manips made by Saturdays24. My name is Rene, and I'd loved to be turned into a girl in one of his pics, particularly Taylor Swift! Thanks!

Sure thing! @saturdays24 gave me permission to use their stuff a few years ago so I can do any caps with their manips. :)

Anonymous said:

Can you please do Priyanka Chopra captions

Sure!

Anonymous said:

Can you do Lala Anthony captions. I am a big fan of her

Totally! (For some reason I can’t find a good GIF of her though)

Anonymous said:

Can you do a cap with the new Billie Eilish Vogue Pics? That would be so so amazing.

Anonymous said:

billie eilish or addison rae?

Anonymous said:

Hi I remember someone else asking for a billie eilish caption since she was of age now but it was still too recent to have any pics of her at the right age well now shes 19 and I just saw she was on the cover of vogue afew days ago ....would that work?

Don’t worry, a Billie Eilish cap from British Vogue is on the way! She is an adult now & so I can make caps with her. :) (Also to the person who asked about Addison Rae, like I said earlier I’ll make one for her too. :D)

Anonymous said:

I really liked ur newest caption of Kelly lebrock as a boss being spotted enfemme I was wondering if u could do a follow up to that one? Maybe with her from woman in red. Id just like to see the coworker confront the boss

I like that idea! Totally. :)

Anonymous said:

Could you do a caption with Jhene Aiko or Jenna Ortega? They’re both similar to me in body build so it would be pretty amazing to see them in a caption.

Jhene Aiko yes. Jenna Ortega MAYBE. Jenna Ortega only JUST turned 18 and that was during the COVID-19 pandemic so there aren’t going to be a lot of projects where she’s an adult to pull from. So if I can find something maybe otherwise you might just have to wait a bit. Sorry if that’s a bummer. :/

Anonymous said:

Can you do Nikita Dragun captions please?

I’ve no idea who this is, sorry.

Anonymous said:

Idk if u know the band pentatonix or not but if u do could u do a caption for Kirstin Maldonado they just came out with a music video for 90s medley and she is gorgeous in it much appreciated :)

I’ve actually done some Kristin Maldonado caps already so I can totally do another. :)

#Requests #Not a Caption

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ghostcatsso · 3 years

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Evergray what are you doing you're supposed to be working on making a portal for us

....he just told me to go get him a potato...

okay I guess I'm going to ask Marley for a potato

Um, I need a potato I guess?? You got one?

He sent me to his field to see if there's any left and look who I found

Sonja and the weeeee girl(I forget her name lol) using the last potato to practice for the potato race. Y'all mind if I just steal that real quick? The potato race isn't for months and I need it probably to save the world maybe. idk Evergray might just have a craving

Of course Sonja said I could take it if I beat her in a race

git gud slowpoke

I won now give me the stupid potato just use a rock or something for your practicing

So yeah I stole her potato and took it back to Evergray

Can you please tell me what's going on now?

Ah, I guess he needed the potato to test something with calibrating the portal? He certainly said a lot of technical sounding things and I didn't follow any of it. Bonny seems to understand tho. Good for them, I guess. I'm just the muscle here, not the brains. I'm just here to see if potato explodes or not

It did explode, for the record. That seems to not be the result the nerds want

Evergray was about to give up, saying that the potato exploding means the portal would collapse or something, but Bonny was like "that's stupid let's keep trying" and I guess she has some sort of idea on how to fix it, but she'll need a lot of heavy supplies.

Just as I was afraid I was about to become a pack mule again, this guy showed up

Derek I think his name is? The post office dude. He said he heard we're trying to save Anne and he wants to help any way he can. I guess he and Anne were pretty close ever since he managed to photograph Concorde's true form, with his fancy magic wings.

So Derek will be helping move things around using all his post stuff. Cool, give Chance a rest. He's not even a draft breed like it's about time they found another pack horse

#sso #chance and charlie #quests #story quests #SSO spoilers

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queer-crusader · 4 years

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Chapters: 4/11 Fandom: Black Sails Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Relationships: Captain Flint | James McGraw/John Silver, Captain Flint | James McGraw/Thomas Hamilton, Madi/John Silver, Miranda Barlow/Captain Flint | James McGraw/Thomas Hamilton, Miranda Barlow/Thomas Hamilton Characters: Captain Flint | James McGraw, Thomas Hamilton, John Silver, Madi (Black Sails), Miranda Barlow, "Calico" Jack Rackham, Charles Vane, Anne Bonny Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Mythology, Mythology - Freeform, Inspired by Orpheus and Eurydice (Ancient Greek Religion & Lore), Heavy Angst, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Slow Burn, i couldn't even tell you if this has a happy end, just expect a fucktonne of emotions, usually i try to only tag the main endgoal pairing, but all these pairings play a pretty major role

Summary:

Imagine if James and the Hamiltons got their chance, ever so briefly, to follow their passions, their plans. There is no argument, no politics, no ferrying people away in the dead of night. Instead, as they sail towards hope, the pardons still in hand, the Navy brutally take Thomas' life under bright daylight, in the middle of a vast ocean, and dump his body overboard.

Thomas is dead.

They were so close, they were on their way to Nassau, young and naïve and full of hope and determination, and then England said no, and ripped Thomas straight from James' hands.

But James doesn't do no. He is determined, he will undo this, he will dive down into the Underworld itself if he must to get Thomas back. Except nothing is ever as easy as that, and James finds himself faced with choices beyond anything he could have ever imagined possible. For he is not the first to try convincing the Guardian of the Dead to release a lover, and he won't be the last. And the harder he tries, the more entangled he finds himself in the deep...

Chapter 4 is up, and things are getting more emotional. (Chapter 5 i think is the one where i made myself cry lmao but you guys aren’t there yet) Hope you enjoy, and please feel free to leave a comment or something along those lines, or like, yell at me about things here on tumblr!! Comments and messages really fuel my inspiration, not to mention my serotonin production

#black sails #my writing #flinthamilton #silverflint

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save-the-spiral · 4 years

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Fingerprint of Midas, Trace My Reflection

Dialogue of parent’s crystal and Gortez’ monologue are direct from Pirate101. I based the end fight off of my own experiences solo-ing this dungeon. Warnings for graphic depictions of violence and blood.

(read it on Ao3!)

Darling Alexander Dove was a young captain of just seventeen when he earned what little was left of the legendary Captain Gunn’s treasure. The meager pile atop a volcano was followed by a very contrite Ratbeard. As first adventures go, it was pretty damn good, especially with the freedom he now had to explore the Skull Island Skyways.

Avery gave him another task as a reward- to present a treaty to the Monquistan governor of Puerto Mico, an almost adorably small city of white limestone, full of stuck up little idiots. Alexander was only held back from punting them off their little dollhouse town by Bonnie Anne, his right hand, and a pretty good straight man for his ideas, considering she was a lesbian.

Now, leaving the ancient ruins, and entering the ex-monquistan governor Gortez’ realm, Alexander was excited yet again. His crew followed him as he walked across the village of wild monquistans and rebellious water moles. The thrill of battle was humming in his veins, ready to be set loose, perfect plans coming together and adapting. The exciting conclusion for another adventure.

How would this end? An exciting chase for treasure, for the golden monkey? More volcano battles, more crew mates gained, even if it is to the chagrin of the ever serious and practical Sarah Steele, his fellow Swashbuckler?

Alexander was challenged to fight the greatest warrior of the Valley by the wild monquistan leader, one on one. His crew looked at him funny. Lucky Jack Russel, a friend of his parents’, even offered to take his place, as if he stood a better chance just by raw muscle.

While many other captains would be insulted, Alexander knew what he presented himself as. He was young, barely growing a beard, and rather childish at times. He liked having fun, he liked sparkly, pretty clothes, especially in pink and black, his flag’s colors. He liked to drink his fair share of yum, liked to do daring things, and anyone who looked at him easily assumed he was a vain, vapid idiot. And, to be fair, they weren’t completely wrong.

But Alexander was a swashbuckler, learning from the best of Skull Island. He was the favorite of Avery, and had some of the finest up and coming pirates in his crew. He had a silver tongue, according to Bonnie Anne, even if he always preferred gold aesthetically.

Ordaz was large, sure. The huge warrior held intimidation in spades, throwing around barrels of dynamite as soon as Alexander hid himself from sight. The blinding squeeze of feathers and scales for one moment, and then even in broad daylight no one could spot him. It was easy to wait, watching as Ordaz worked himself up into an exhausting rage.

Then came Alexander's first and final strike, blades held aloft as he kicked off of a barrier of sandbags, knocking the large man down, and keeping him there. The gleaming black void of the warriors eyes, and the pulse he could feel rioting against his blades, reverberating up into his fingers, was invigorating. When the wild monquistan stared at him, startled at the sight of the first human to pass the trial, Alexander just smirked, twirling his shorter blade of the pair, and shrugged.

“Big guy must’ve been tired, it is quite hot out, y’know.” Alexander drawled in his Skull Island accent, plain in comparison to the soft musical rolls of the Monquistans’ speech.

His crew stayed in the small town as he went and got spider eggs, trying to prove himself a provider akin to Gortez in order to please the small taskmaster. This, too, was simple. After all, his cloaking abilities were not limited to battle, and the spiders crawling the area were not exactly attentative to their broods.

He returned easily, nose scrunched as he complained about the spider webs on his boots and stuck in his hair, causing Bonnie Anne to scoff and roll her eyes. He tossed a few extra eggs to Fan Flanders, who grinned a cute froggy smile in thanks for the snack, and gave the rest to the monquistan, eyebrows raised as the little ex-conquistador tried not to act flustered.

“Go into the Cave of Many Voices, and touch the glowing stones. Return to me when you have heard the spirit voices.” He ordered as a final task before finally meeting Gortez.

“Does it matter if my crew joins me this time?” Alexander was getting bored of being alone.

“It shouldn’t” The monkey frowned.

With another cavalier shrug, Alexander led his crew up to a cave entrance. Bonnie Anne and Sarah Steele flanked him, Ratbeard and Subodai behind them, Jack Russel and Fan Flanders trailing. Old Scratch was left on the ship, keeping The Bronze Hunter from being ransacked by cowards who would rather steal than fight for their prize.

The cave was far more spacious than Alexander would have guessed. Smooth, well trodden stone was under their feet, large glowing magenta crystals jutting out of every wall, down from the ceiling as well. A large bouquet of crystals stood out in the middle of the chamber, small offerings of feathers and bananas at the crystals’ base.

“Not exactly my color, but I’ll take it.” Alexander muttered, causing Bonnie Anne to huff and roll her eyes, Sarah and Fan snickering. “Stay back y’all, some amazing spirit listenin’ is about to go on, don’t want anyone caught in the crossfire.”

Bonnie Anne snorted this time. “Yes Captain.” She said, nudging him with an elbow before stepping back, nodding at the rest of the crew to do the same.

Alexander walked up close to the largest crystal, wider than him, scraping the stone ceiling. He saw his own reflection, a slightly stubbly young man, obvious Mooshu features, pierced ears, long black hair. The golden buttons on his coat and boots shone in the light emanating from the crystals, the blades at his hips sending small beams of purple light onto the walls.

He casually took off his gloves, stuffing them on the inside of his jacket pocket. He examined his nails, painted black and slightly chipped, for a moment, before continuing on.

Alexander placed his palms flat against the large crystal, head bowed, and was startled to hear an echoing, familiar voice.

“Son… hear me!” Rang out in the small cavern, feminine, with a hint of a rural Mooshu accent.

When Alexander looked back up, his reflection showed a strange, flickering vision of his mother. Her soft, round cheeks, the crows feet around her eyes, the intricate braid cluttered with small charms from her husband, her crimson tricorne with a deep black feather, all the same as the day she left, seven years ago.

A masculine voice, thick with emotion and a strong Grizzleheim trader’s accent, joined the first voice.

“Find us! Find our grave! We are waiting for you!”

The reflections showed a different person, taller, closer to Alexander’s height, with his nose, and long braided blonde hair, bright, mischievous eyes, now full of sorrow, tears streaking into the bushy beard that Alexander would complain about because of how it itches during hugs. Alexander leaned closer to the crystal, stunned.

“I’d know those voices anywhere.” Jack Russel mutters, not helping at all, just wanting to say something, anything.

“Shining city…” The voices of his parents warbled, echoing strangely again, “El Dorado! The Key to El Dorado! Find us! We are waiting… Go to the-”

The crystals dimmed, the reflections leaving without Alexander noticing- as if they hadn’t been there in the first place- and his hands fell to his sides, cold as ice. His soft features turned harsh, his usually smirking mouth twisting into a sneer, the tan skin of his face wrinkling in the same flash of a moment where his left hand moved, punching at the flat crystalline face of the gem.

“CAPTAIN!” Bonnie Anne dragged him back, her taller frame taking advantage as she yanked him off his now kicking feet, heavy heels digging into her stocking covered shins, before Jack Russel darted in front of Alexander, hands on the young captain’s shoulders.

“Captain. Captain- we have a job to do. You can’t let this stop you, you can’t-”

Alexander continued swearing and snarling, hands curling into fists.

Bonnie Anne stepped back, leaving room as she dropped him on his ass.

“Now is not the time to act like a fucking child, Dove. Don’t start acting like those stupid monquistans and go rogue on us.” Bonnie Anne’s accent sunk into her tirade, and though Alexander had years of experience understanding Bonnie Anne, he really knew he was in deep shit when she called him Dove.

Not Captain, not Alexander, but Dove, the little boy she met on the streets, the brat who couldn’t even hold a knife right.

Alexander stopped, hands scraped and bruised now, his knuckles purple with potential breaks. He carded his right hand through his hair, letting the tie come loose so he could fix it into some semblance of order as he calmed himself.

“Sorry Annie.” Alexander’s voice was hoarse now.

Bonnie Anne motioned the rest of the crew out of the cave, kneeling down and leaning on the sturdy Scaramanga musket Alexander fetched for her months ago, the black walnut, dark steel, and gold bands all gleaming with her meticulous weapon maintenance. Her pointed face of russet and white fur faced him, dark and clever eyes piercing him to the bone as always.

“It’s been years since you’ve lost it like that, Alexander.” Bonnie’s matter-of-fact tone cut him down even more.

“It’s also been years since I’ve heard my parents’ voices, Bonnie Anne.”

“I know better than anyone else, but Alexander, you can’t just break down like that. Not while we’re in the middle of a mission, especially not if lives are on the line. Imagine if that happened mid-battle, if you couldn’t direct us? The thing that separates us from every other amateur crew is direction is you, and your brilliant mind.” She poked his temple, careful of her short claws, and then held his hands. “You lead us, Alexander. You aren’t just an orphan street rat, not anymore, and I'm not either. We will find your parents. We’ll figure out this whole El Dorado thing, but not today. Today we bring Gortez to Puerto Mico, whether he wants to go or not.”

Alexander nodded, and roughly dragged on his pink gloves.

“There’s my captain.” Bonnie Anne grinned, small, sharp teeth on display, and Alexander hyped himself up internally, until he could smirk just like always.

“Onward, Right Hand Bonnie Anne.” He finally said, his Rs rough, enunciated like a proper pirate.

“Aye aye, Captain Alexander.” She stood, offering a hand, which he grabbed, letting her pull him back onto his feet.

They shared a nod, a resolve, and continued on. No one else in the crew spoke as they walked back to the monquistan giving the trials. The pair of Monquistans at the gate simply looked at Alexander and opened the gate, not even having to speak a word. The gate, a simple construction of reeds and long grass, whistled faintly as it opened, an ominous, low tone.

Fan, Jack Russel, and Subodai rested at the foot of the stairs, following Alexander’s earlier laid plans. A four person battle, just Alexander, Sarah, Bonnie Anne, and Ratbeard.

The gold of the temple’s head shone in the sunlight, clean and resplendent against dirtied, carved stone. Vines played at being tripwires, cracked steps and damp moss added to the hazards as they climbed ever upwards, stopping only once they reached the top, staring deep into the shadowed entrance, shielded now from the hot jungle sun.

It was no wonder this island drove these men mad, Alexander thought.

The jungle breathed humidity into your lungs as if you had just been saved from drowning. The bugs chittered and watched for weakness like vultures. The flowers were sickly sweet with death, be it a poison of touch, fragrance, or taste. The indigenous to this land were rightfully angry, knowing the island better than any conquistador. The Isle of Doom was a frightful place, it stared at you from every shadow and when it struck it was with an inhuman intelligence.

Alexander led the way into Gortez’ home, hands at his hips, fingers twitching with the urge to clutch his blades like a child would a teddy bear.

The dim lighting was annoying, and made it harder to get a proper layout of the large chamber. Alexander squinted and adjusted his tricorne hat, his gaze caught by the large figure in the room. The Gorilla was draped in pieces of Monquistan finery and armor, as well as painted with abstract yellow lines in his dark fur.

“Gortez, I take it?” Alexander called out, only to be ignored. That sent a sharp blade of anger through his mind, but he still smiled. After all, those who ignored Darling Alexander Dove one day learn to regret it.

“You’re here. Are you an assassin? No. I’ll tell you what you are. You’re an organ grinder, sent by circus clowns, to make me do a dance. I refuse.” Gortez’ deep timbre rumbled around the spacious room, from his roost atop a pedestal, lounging on a pile of treasure. The gorilla shifted, before speaking again.

“Those simpering fools at home, those tamed lapdogs- they’ve no right to judge me. They have no idea what I’ve found here. They’d refuse to see it. Look around you. The creatures that built these temples shattered mountains to raise their perfect pyramids. They drew gold down from the stars. They lived like Titans, and now they’re gone. But the trees remain. The jungle beat them- it will destroy us all, unless we become one with it.”

Gortez leaned forward, as if he were a mere inch away and not meters of distance, as well as a throne. His golden attire gleamed in the light, his form basking in the sun from the skylight above him. Already Alexander’s mind whirled with possibilities as Gortez continued his dramatics.

“The trees spoke to me and showed me the way. When I saw this place, shining gold burning like fire, I knew who I was. I found the Gold Monkey.” Gortez smiled now, tusklike teeth spreading his face unnaturally wide, unsettling, by how Bonnie Anne and Sarah both grumbled behind Alexander.

“The fools in Puerto Mico think the Gold Monkey is another priceless toy for them to steal. They are wrong- the Gold Monkey is me!” The wild man began to work himself up into a fervor, eyes shining with a feral intelligence, his smile ever widening. “They want to stop me- but they are too good to make the trip themselves. Cowards! I will send them an answer- your broken bones! Children!”

At his last, sharp bark of words, more small Monquistans came to attention, prepared for battle.

Alexander led his small crew to the front left corner as he moved away from the entrance, mind racing as the battle began a. He used a skill his trainer taught him, crossing his blades, readying himself to take a shot if it was intended for his allies. Sarah, as he always planned, cloaked herself in the shadows. Ratbeard moved forward, putting himself between the small group of Monquistans and the crew. Bonnie Anne loaded a round into her musket, growling faintly.

As Gortez watched on, like an Aquilan emperor of old at a gladiator game, Ratbeard yelled, swarmed by Gortez’ ‘children’.

“You bleedin’ coward! Gonna stay up on your throne?!” His gruff voice echoed, as well as a grunt of pain as he took another shot from the small crossbow carrying monkeys.

“The mechanisms-” Bonnie Anne started.

“-Like the troggie temple.” Alexander nodded, then cloaked himself in shadows, directing Sarah to the back left mechanism, Ratbeard to the one right of the door, and Bonnie Anne to the one in their starting corner, as he cloaked himself to sneak around the tall pedestal, to take the farthest carved totem.

Bonnie Anne backed up from the fray, taking a potshot at one of the small spearmen before using the butt of her Scaramanga to jolt the mechanism, making it spin and clunk.

Sarah Steele raced under the cover of her shadows, hugging the wall, and when she reached the mechanism she sheathed her swords for a moment, turning her back and pushing with her shoulder until she too heard a satisfying clunk.

Alexander took longer getting to his place, constantly turning to look at the others, to ensure their safety. However, he too got to his mechanism, and he kicked it viciously, only to turn around at yet another cry of pain from Ratbeard.

Ratbeard pushed through the small crowd of Monquistans, kicking and cursing them and slashing with his large sword, pulling no punches for the annoying buggers. His rough slash sent his own mechanism clunking into place, but as he turned to fight again, the gang of monkeys began to overwhelm him.

Alexander gestured Ratbeard towards him, frantically preparing a small healing spell, from his privateer-made amulet, stolen from the Maria Celestia, a ghost infested ship, months ago.

The mechanisms finally clicked and aligned, all of them revealing carved statues carrying reflective plates. The reflection sent beams of harsh sunlight towards Gortez, burning him with the intensity, causing him to finally move with the pain of it all.

Gortez himself jumped from his mighty throne, down to fight alongside his children. His large one-handed battleaxe sliced deadly arcs through the air, with all the grace of a prima ballerina. He was still trained from childhood to become a conqueror and murderer, and will never forget those lessons, paid in blood thousandfold. His massive, muscled body rippled with his rage as he pounded his chest, directing his rage towards those closest to him, the now gathered Sarah Steele and Bonnie Anne standing strong next to each other.

“I trained my warriors to set villages on fire, but the Bishops won’t let them throw bananas because it is unseemly!” Gortez roared, living to his reputation of a warrior poet once again.

As Gortez made yet another journey where the path would only be eased with the viscera of his enemies, Alexander tried to get within range of Ratbeard, to heal him. But he was far too late, and Ratbeard passed out at his feet, unconscious from multiple wounds, which turned the remaining children of Gortez’ anger to Alexander.

With a helpless shrug, Alexander hopped over a majority of the Monquistans, to their impotent rage. As he neared Gortez and his remaining crew members, he watched the gorilla fight back, and was astounded.

Gortez was a large man, but moved easily, slamming the flat side of his axe into Bonnie Anne’s chest, pushing her back, before turning to Sarah Steele, and slashing at her until she fell down, unconscious.</p>

<p>With a growl, Bonnie Anne shot Gortez point blank, the sparks of her musket blinding him, allowing Alexander to sneak behind him. As Gortez turned towards the new sound he swung, hitting Alexander and causing many of his golden buttons to go flying to the stone floor as the axe cleaved from side to side. In return, Alexander stabbed him in the belly, flipping off of the mountain of a man before stabbing him with both blades yet again, blood flying and painting his pink coat red as he raked downwards, fur and skin flying until he hit the floor again, and kicked off of the gorilla, leaving his monkey children to tend to him now that the battle was decidedly won.

Bonnie Anne supported Ratbeard on her shoulder, and Alexander helped Sarah Steele, with her much more lithe and lighter body. A musketeer used to carrying a mini cannon is much better suited to carrying Ratbeard, rather than Alexander’s much more acrobatic trained muscles.

Gortez stood near the entrance, woozy and leaning against it. “Do not take my children- just me. You only wish to bring me to justice, right?”

Alexander nodded, still scowling.

One of the feather adorned Monquistans approached him, his crossbow unstrung and on his back now.

“Let me join your crew, captain. I will prove helpful, and my loyalty is undying.”

“Let’s not hope so, we do have a witchdoctor in our numbers.” Bonnie Anne’s snout wrinkled with the thought of an undead monkey, and the smell accompanying that.

“You’re on the crew.” Alexander said curtly, Sarah Steele coming to, and slowly standing on her own at his side. “But, little man, if you ever betray my crew, I will make this jungle seem like a haven of mercy.”

The crazed Monquistan nodded, eyes reverent, still glazed with something, either a true malady of the mind, or a hallucinogenic substance, like Alexander privately hypothesized, to Bonnie Anne's never ending amusement.

“Welcome to the crew of the Darling Captain Alexander Dove, Monquistan.” Bonnie Anne said, smiling now. “You’re in for a wild ride.”

#Pirate101 #Pitty101 #P101 #my ocs #Writing #Darling Alexander Dove #Bonnie Anne Pirate101 #Fan Flanders Pirate101 #Sarah Steele Pirate101 #ratbeard pirate101 #Lucky Jack Russel Pirate101 #Gortez Pirate101 #my oc #oc #Subodai Pirate101

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your-internet-stocker · 4 years

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This or That! Battle for the Best!

So, we’re bringing it back, and we’re giving it a try. Our willingness to keep this going will depend upon entries, so let us see if you’re into it!

Our -This or That- Challenge... What Does This Mean?: Well, this or that is a contest where you have two prompts, and you choose who to represent in your art.

Entering: You can even enter for both options, and as many times as you like. The winning person gets a prize, the winning theme is the one with the most entries. Yay for prizes! Please submit entries. Tagging us doesn’t always work. If you do tag us, just submit or let us know, too.

OMG Bear is Driving! How can that be?: We loved doing these, but so few entered, we stopped. But we got a lot of requests, and there were too many good ones to ignore. This contest gives us a chance to include them. Show us what you’ve got! Deadline: It seems only fitting that this should last until the last day of September. Without further ado, Our -This or That- Challenge: Our current battle is a combination of several suggestions, since we could fit them all thematically. This is a battle between AUGUST and SEPTEMBER! A battle to remember. (Normally, we only pick one theme, but since this might be the last one, we thought we’d go all out.)

Leos or AugustVirgos, -or- September Virgos or Libras? *

Ganesh Chaturthi -or- Pitru Paksha **

National Bowling Day (Bowling theme ft. anyone) -or- National Chess Day (Chess theme ft. Nathaniel Buzolic)

Chant at the Moon day -or- Talk like a Pirate day! ***

* People asked for their characters to be represented with their characters astrological signs. These may or may not actually reflect the actor’s sign.

Leos offered on the ask are: Rachel Miner, G-Dragon, Sasha Roiz, Shelley Hennig, Bonnie Wright/Ginny Weasley, Brendon Urie, Jared Padalecki, Anthony Rapp, Jesse Eisenberg.

August Virgos: Natalie Portman, Anna Torv, Matthew Gray Gubler, Dita Von Teese, Christina Ricci/Wednesday Addams, Jodelle Ferland, Jason Ralph, Deborah Ann Woll, Matt Dallas.

September Virgos: James McAvoy, Kat Dennings, Rachael Leigh Cook, Phoebe Tonkin, Emma Watson/Hermione Granger-Weasley, Hayley Atwell, Andrew Garfield, Aldis Hodge.

Libras: Julia Goldani Telles, Aidan Turner, Kiera Knightley (redhead), DB Woodside, Tom Hiddleston, Maggie Smith/McGonagall, Dakotah Fanning, Matthew Daddario, Steven R. McQueen.

** Either holiday featuring any of these people in any way: Aishwarya Rai Bachchan (even as twins), Shah Rukh Khan, Ayesha Dharker, Priyanka Chopra, Arjun Gupta, Melinda Shankar, Summer Bishil, Irrfan Khan. *** Any of the above, or anyone from HP or the Magicians worshiping the moon. -or- Any of the above done up as a pirate, in a pirate costume, or on a ship. Crossover concepts welcome.

#cmi #this or that #choose your theme #crackship #manip #creative #contest

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raleigh-ocean · 5 years

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Murder House

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How Would Be

First Meeting with: Nora Montgomery | Billie Dean Howard | Violet Harmon

First Kiss with: Nora Montgomery | Billie Dean Howard | Violet Harmon

First Date with: Nora Montgomery | Billie Dean Howard | Violet Harmon

First Time with: Nora Montgomery | Billie Dean Howard | Violet Harmon

Ghost Hunting Date w/ Billie

Ships

Asylum

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How Would Be

Ships

First Meeting: Lana Winters & Mary Eunice McKee

Lana Winters & Mary Eunice McKee | Headcanons

Coven & Apocalypse

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not even hell can do us apart | wilhemina venable x reader

from me to you | cordelia goode x reader

i am here | wilhemina venable x reader

sunkissed | cordelia goode x reader

stargirl | cordelia goode x reader

the devil’s lullaby | nan x reader, coven & reader

the universe of you and i | misty day x reader | nsfw

How Would Be

Zoe outing herself as a witch | Headcanon

Cordelia Goode | Headcanons

Wilhemina Venable | Headcanons

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Freak Show

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make it double | bette & dot tattler x reader

How Would Be

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Hotel

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How Would Be

Love At First Sight w/ Sally

Sally McKenna | Headcanons

Alive Sally | Headcanon

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Roanoke

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the ‘s’ alert | audrey tindall x reader | nsfw

How Would Be

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Cult

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How Would Be

First Meeting with: Ally Mayfair-Richards | Winter Anderson | Rachel Stevens

First Kiss with: Ally Mayfair-Richards | Winter Anderson | Rachel Stevens

First Date with: Ally Mayfair-Richards | Winter Anderson | Rachel Stevens

First Time with: Ally Mayfair-Richards | Winter Anderson | Rachel Stevens

Ghost Hunting Date w/ Winter

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the call | ellie staple x reader

daydreaming | billie dean howard x reader x audrey tindall

The Originals

Scenarios

white light | billie dean howard x dara ann lynch

just (for) one day | audrey tindall & dahlia deen

take my soul, not my body | wilhemina venable x raleigh ocean

you (are everything i hate of myself) | audrey tindall & shelby miller

you make loving fun | misty day x raleigh ocean

the kiss-y promise | sally mckenna & raleigh ocean

like none is watching | cordelia goode x raleigh ocean

water lillies bloomed from chaos (and love) | 1 - 2 - ? |

a simple flavor | cordelia goode x raleigh ocean x misty day

first time | wilhemina venable x raleigh ocean

eric’s mom | wilhemina venable & eric ocean-venable

powerful tenderness | wilhemina venable x raleigh ocean

a chance on happiness | dara ann lynch x billie dean howard x audrey tindall

what it is, what it’s not | cordelia goode & raleigh ocean

one more time (one more chance) | cordelia goode & raleigh ocean

i found you (who i thought i’d lost) | rowan ramírez & raleigh ocean

wonder boy | cordelia goode & eric ocean-venable

next to me | wilhemina venable x raleigh ocean

a surprise that comes squared | medium gang

let me in (my love is calling out for you) | audrey tindall x danielle bishop

if I go, I’m goin’ (your love will take me there) | nora montgomery x dara ann lynch x billie dean howard

over my skin (where you left your own mark) | audrey tindall & dara ann lynch | 1 - 2 - 3 - ?

lips on lips | billie dean howard x dara ann lynch

after the storm (i’ll take you by the hand) | billie dean howard x dara ann lynch

troubles of a learning heart | 1 - 2 | billie dean howard x dara ann lynch

this feeling (please, don’t let me ruin it) | audrey tindall x danielle bishop

where does my heart belong (you know it, right?) | billie dean howard x dara ann lynch

Marvel

ashes to ashes | 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - ? | natasha romanoff x reader

bonnie and clyde’s homebody’s days | 1 - ? | natasha romanoff x sharon carter

bulletproof | maria hill x reader

The Originals

how it all started (or how to literally blow up a cover by your true and only bobbi morse) | bobbi morse x astrid winters

and how it all kept going (or how to ditch every plan you had made for a spy by a.w.) | bobbi morse x astrid winters

be mine (with all what’s inside) | bobbi morse x astrid winters

Misc.

most to least | the originals

incorrect quotes | the originals

random headcanons | the originals

relationship alphabet | raleigh ocean x cordelia goode x misty day

relationship alphabet | raleigh ocean x wilhemina venable

relationship alphabet | NSFW | billie dean howard x dara ann lynch

relationship alphabet | karina sväre & lana winters

relationship alphabet | ally mayfair-richards x danna bishop

[the originals archives] | information about original characters

valencia goode & raleigh ocean | crossover

goode’s angels | au

the originals & valentines’ day

the originals as classes and races of d&d + their partners

#masterlist

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onlyliberty-a · 5 years

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@onlycertainty asked: 🚀 a goodbye text. but im gonna switch this up and throw it into canon and switch it up MORE and say. Goodbye words, what would Anne tell Jim if she could, if she knew he would die and he was there with her. What would she do? Say? and go.

Anne never really got the chance to say goodbye. There’d been no time left to do so, and by the time that she finally laid eyes on him -- the first time in months -- he was already gone. She could see it in Edward’s face, even when her eyes were struggling to pick out his features in the dark. There was something about the way he placed him so gently into the boat that struck her as odd: James Kidd was not a man so easily broken that one might handle his gently.

She grieves for him as she brings her son into the world, but rather than the cry that suggests that he is so impossibly perfect, there came a silence. Another goodbye missed, and the grief of having lost, not one, but two important lads in her life in one evening was far too heavy a burden to bear. She buries them both in the days to come, despite how dizzy-headed she feels from the blood loss -- it was a miracle she survived, though there was a part of her that so dearly wishes that she hadn’t.

Anne thinks upon what she might’ve said if she’d been given the chance to say good bye. She would press her forehead against his as she had so many times before, traced the lines of his cheeks with her fingertips so she might commit them to memory. The ones she has of him, living and well, were faded, and blurry around the edges. Like there was a mist beginning to build and build until she couldn’t figure out which feature looked like which. His smile hadn’t left her-- not yet.

She would have held him like that in that little moment that she could not steal before he left her. Brush his braids from his forehead and kissed him as tenderly as she would have if she were wishing him a good morning. She’d say all that she wanted, then. Tell him that she loved him and that he wasn’t allowed to go without her, no matter what. He’d promised her so many months ago. Where you go, I go. Anne Bonny had never intended to outlive James Kidd. They would have hung together had rescue not come, for even in death they wouldn’t truly part. She writes it instead. It’s easier to get her thoughts out, and she tucked it into his hands before he was laid to rest.

You deserve so much better. You deserved the freedom to live as you please, and I can only wish that I will be by your side one day. You’re allowed to leave me because you’re in pain and I don’t wish for you to suffer. I will make them pay. Anyone in a coat of red that I see will not live to see another day. Your life, to me, is worth hundreds of theirs. I love you so much that it hurts. Even now, though you will never truly know the contents of my letter. These are my last words to you -- a promise that I will be by your side again one day. Don’t forget me, for I will not forget about you. -- Your Anne.

#onlycertainty #* ic / well you know what they say? sometimes it’s better this way : answered.#* verse / i was always just a poor girl though my story’s seldom told : main.#death /#child loss /#pregnancy /#child birth /#idk what else to tag this as #ask to tag i suppose #S U F F E R

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heytheredeann · 5 years

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since you've watched it and it's my favorite show so i wanna know what you think- black sails and flintsilver for the ask game? :>

YOU HAVE GOOD TASTE, ANON

Black Sails:

Favorite character: Flint. I. love him. so much.

Least Favorite character: Thomas’ father, I don’t even remember his name but ugh.

5 Favorite ships (canon or non-canon): Flint/Silver because yes. Flint/Thomas because Y E S. Jack/Anne/Max, because I love all three of them and they are Good together. Thomas/Flint/Silver, largely because of some fics that I’ve read but also GIVE FLINT ALL THE HAPPINESS PLEASE AND THANK YOU. I’m kinda into Eleanor/Max. Flint/Vane are more of a brotp to me in general but I won’t say no to the gay LOL.

Character I find most attractive: My head immediately screamed ‘MAX’, but Anne Bonny, Madi and Eleanor are all honorable mentions.

Character I would marry: Anne. Although I wouldn’t be able to keep up with her on a good day, let’s be honest.

Character I would be best friends with: Flint deep down is a soft puppy and I wanna give him love.

a random thought: I still can’t believe that they put All The Gay there. I kinda saw it coming but I watch too many shows not to be sceptical about it, so when Thomas and Flint kissed I literally SCREAMED (and, like, there were other lgbt storylines before, but making the Main Dude canonically not straight in the second season was… the bold move of dreams. still crying.)

An unpopular opinion: I have no idea what’s unpopular. But I kinda can’t bring myself to ship Flint with women? Like, he had that thing with Miranda (I think in an interview it was called ‘platonic with benefits’ which is LOL, perfection) but I have an hard time shipping him with women *shrug*

My Canon OTP: Flint/Thomas. And Jack/Anne/Max is technically canon.

My Non-canon OTP: Flint/Silver. technically. and Thomas/Flint/Silver for sure.

Most Badass Character: In this type of shows in which everyone is a badass, I’m going to be 100% biased in my answer. So I’m saying Captain I’m Steering This Ship By Myself In An Hurricane Flint.

Most Epic Villain: Weeeell, England is the biggest bad guy here.

Pairing I am not a fan of: Eleanor/Vane? It’s not that I don’t like it, I just don’t really care either way.

Character I feel the writers screwed up (in one way or another): No one, I’m… incredibly satisfied with this show. Even the characters that died didn’t have bad deaths imo, so like… well done, show.

Favourite Friendship: Flint/Eleanor are adorable. Flint/Madi too. Jack/Vane(+Anne) also had a great relationship.

Character I most identify with: Eeeeeeh, maybe Flint in some things but I’m stretching.

Character I wish I could be: If I had half the skills of any one of these people I’d be happy LOL.

Silverflint:

When I started shipping them: At the beginning of season 2 was when I realized I was In Too Deep. I kept texting my friend in all caps saying: “THEY ARE SO BEAUTIFUL”. so, yeah. Early s2.

My thoughts: THERE WAS SOMETHING THERE OKAY. A BIG SOMETHING.

What makes me happy about them: They have an amazing relationship and they were so soft around each other at certain points and they loved each other so much that even at their worst they just wouldn’t kill each other off and I just *crying*

What makes me sad about them: That they never really had a chance and ended up separated. Or did they *eyes fix-its*

Things done in fanfic that annoys me: …….too much porn LOL. I’m just not a fan of PWP, and with these two good luck finding a fic that isn’t explicit, generally the most I’m finding is Porn With Plot LOL.

Things I look for in fanfic: No porn goddammit. Hurt/Comfort because that’s what I look for in pretty much any fandom that I walk in. But also post-canon fix-its, and possibly that don’t dismiss the beauty that is Madi (not necessarily by having her around, but I want her happy).

My wishlist: A good reunion. I don’t care how or when, I just want them to meet again.

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: I am perfectly content with Flint/Thomas and Silver/Madi. Although the latter has a lot of stuff to work through and I don’t see Madi forgiving him all too easily.

My happily ever after for them: Thomas and Flint escape from the island, Silver finds him, and the three of them move in together with Madi visiting in between her missions to save the world.

send me a show, ship and/or a character!

#thank you for playing <3 #black sails #silverflint #flint x silver #silver x flint #not spn #ask game #ely replies #anon

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banditthewriter · 4 years

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Trust Is Earned - Charles Vane - 6

Here we are at part 6! Thanks to everyone for their reactions to this story. I’m enjoying reading your theories.

Warning: Descriptions of violence and torture

*gif not mine*

Enjoy!

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There had been plenty of noise from the front of the shop but you ignored it in favor of working on the dress you had bought the fabric for. As you started to work on the stitching around the hem, you heard voices rise sharply. One familiar voice brought you out of your rooms and into the shop immediately.

Just outside of the door to the shop, which was barely open a crack, was Billy Bones trying to strong arm his way past four of The Ranger crew.

“What in God’s name is going on here? Release him this instant,” you demanded as you pushed past the men that were surrounding Billy.

“The captain told us to stop anyone from coming into the shop,” one of the men said indignantly as you shoved at his arm.

“Oh did he? Well perhaps he meant anyone that means me harm and I promise that The Walrus boatswain does not mean me harm. Let him pass.”

The men obviously didn’t want to disobey Vane but you could be intimidating when you wanted to be. They must have collectively decided it would be easier to explain to Vane than it was to stop you because they released Billy and let him follow you into the shop.

They didn’t let you shut the door though.

With the four of them just outside of the shop, you directed Billy to follow you into your rooms. God help the man that tried to storm into your private living space without your permission.

“I thought The Walrus was out on a hunt.”

“We were. Caught an easy prize on the way to our lead, needed to bring the perishables back to Nassau before we go back out.” After a beat of barely there silence, “Why the fuck are four gunners from The Ranger repairing your front door?”

“Possibly because their captain was the one that originally broke the front door,” you said as you went over to where your dress was waiting for you.

“Never mind that. What the fuck happened to your face?”

Ever the eloquent gentleman. You reached up and touched the swollen skin around your eye before you turned back to Billy.

“Nothing for you to worry about,” you said evenly. “Would you like some tea? I might have some rum hidden somewhere if that’s–”

“Stop with the pleasantries and tell me what the fuck is going on Y/N.”

You rubbed the bridge of your nose as you turned away from Billy. This conversation had been inevitable but you had thought you’d have a little more time to figure out a way to put it succinctly.

“I was attacked. Captain Vane has loaned me some of his men until the culprits have been… dealt with.”

Billy marched across the room and grabbed your arm, pulling you around to face him.

“Did he do this to you? Is that why you’re scared? Is he holding you prisoner here?”

You shook your head sadly.

“That’s a lot of questions Billy,” you admonished softly, knowing you needed to get him to calm down before he made a serious mistake. “No, Captain Vane didn’t do this to me, no I’m not scared of him, and no I’m not being held prisoner in my own home. Like I said, they are keeping me safe.”

Billy reached up to touch your face, the corner of your mouth where the split lip was starting to heal. Then he reached down to check under the cloth around your neck. You watched as fury crossed his face at the sight.

“Who did this to you?”

You tried to push his hand away from your neck but he wouldn’t budge.

“I have already said that it’s being dealt with. I don’t need you to run off half cocked and make things worse.”

You hadn’t meant to say that, but the words came out in a rush anyways. Billy’s fingers tightened on the edge of the cloth around your neck until you could feel the strain of it against the back of your neck.

“This is his fault, isn’t it? Vane. No one would have a reason to go after you, you’re just a candle maker. It has to be his fault.”

A laugh poured from your lips at that. You weren’t sure why you were laughing, because he had called you just a candle maker or because he blamed Vane when the events of late could all be traced back to Billy’s decision to bring Silver to your shop.

Either way, you laughed until your lips hurt. Billy had loosened his grip on the cloth, surprised by your sudden onset of mirth. Then his hand went around the back of your head, fingers tangling in your hair.

“I’ve heard what they’ve said on the beach about you and him. I know it’s bullshit, I just don’t know why you’re going along with it. What does he have over you? I can help you, you know that I can. I’ll take you to the beach, take you to The Walrus. We can have Eleanor Guthrie help us.”

You reached up and cupped Billy’s cheek, your smile sincere as you stared up at him. There had always been something so earnestly pure about Billy, pirate though he was. There was a softness about him that he let out around you, around anyone he cared about. It was that sweetness that you had attached to, to allow it to grow without realizing what it meant.

He was half in love with you and you didn’t feel the same. It wasn’t fair to him.

“What you’ve heard about us is simply how it is. I don’t need protection from him.”

Billy reached up to cover the hand you had on his face.

“He’s a monster Y/N.”

You opened your mouth to say that no, he was simply a pirate, but you didn’t have the chance. A different voice cut in instead.

“Is that right?”

Both you and Billy turned to the door where Vane stood. It probably wouldn’t have been such a shock if he hadn’t also been covered in blood with his sword still in hand.

Billy immediately pushed you behind him, his hand going to his hip but finding no sword to draw. You knew that you probably only had a short time to diffuse the situation before there was bloodshed. That in mind you carefully walked around Billy to place yourself between the two pirates.

“Billy, you need to leave. The Walrus needs you, it’ll be leaving soon for the hunt. Come now, I’ll walk you out.”

You gave Vane a glare but he merely raised an eyebrow as you grabbed Billy’s arm and began to pull him from your rooms. Billy went along, but you could feel some resistance. You had done right to mention his ship and the fact that the men needed him. Hopefully he was more duty bound to them than he was to you at that moment.

“Y/N, he’s–”

“I’m well aware of what he is, Billy Bones. Now you need to get back to your ship and I need to… get back inside. Please,” you added when it seemed that Billy wasn’t going to budge.

Finally he nodded and turned to leave. There weren’t any men outside of the shop anymore so perhaps Vane had dismissed them when he got there. As Billy made his way down the road and out of sight, you let out a sigh and shut the door to your shop. It closed easily, more locks added to the inside for you to use.

Once that was done, you took a deep breath and made you way back into your rooms.

Vane was at the water basin against the far wall, his hands turning the water pinkish and then red as he wiped off the dried blood there. It was also on his clothes, but that was a lost cause.

You walked over and grabbed a cloth that was usually used to dry one's hands. You dipped it into the water before you reached up to start to wipe the blood from his forehead first.

“The boatswain come to save you from the monster?”

You gave him a baleful stare before you continued your work.

“Because of the attack and things he finds to be impossible,” you said softly as you ran the cloth over the bridge of his nose and then across his cheekbone. “He’s not sure how these things are happening to just a candle maker.”

Vane’s hand reached up to grasp your wrist. He didn’t use his grasp to pull your hand away or to guide the movements. It was almost as if he just wanted to touch you.

“You’re not just a candle maker.”

Warmth filled you at those words, but you didn’t react. Instead you switched hands so that you could ring the rag out and start on the other side of his face.

“Am I to assume this is the blood of my attackers?”

“It’s not my own,” he said in a lilting voice, a tease. When you didn’t give him even a smile for the joke, he sighed. “It’s not Eleanor Guthrie’s either, if that’s what you’re wondering.”

“It’d crossed my mind,” you admitted as you moved the cloth across his jaw and then down over his neck. “Do we know if it was her behind it?”

He pulled away from you at that. With a dry cloth in hand, he turned away and went over towards the fire.

“Found a promissory note on one of the men. Wasn’t signed, but it was her handwriting. I dropped it on her desk… in the hand of the man who had it.”

You closed your eyes at that confession. He’d dropped a severed hand on Eleanor Guthrie’s desk while standing covered in blood. It was a miracle he’d made it out alive.

Or maybe not a miracle. As much as Eleanor seemed to hate Vane, she never made the moves to actually rid herself of him. Perhaps you could understand why.

“I’m assuming that won’t end favorably.”

“I simply told her that an attack against you was an attack against me in my eyes and that if anyone else had concerns about my ability to lead my men, they would do best to bring those complaints to me directly.”

Days ago you had been assuring Eleanor that there was nothing going on between you and Vane and now he was dropping a bloodied hand on her desk and declaring the two of you to be some sort of unit.

You thought about how it was with Jack and Anne. They were both their own entities to be sure, Jack Rackham the quartermaster to The Ranger and Anne Bonny a feared and infamous pirate in her own right, but they were also a pair. It was Jack and Anne, Anne and Jack, rarely one without the other.

Is that what the future held for you and Vane? To be spoken of in the same breath even if you were alone. How many of your conversations or interactions lately had centered around your fictional attachment to the captain?

And that was the rub of it all. This was all happening due to a fiction that the two of you had created. You had a business partnership that was lucrative and profitable, but that was it.

You weren’t even sure you could consider Vane a friend.

“Thank you for what you did,” you finally said as you settled back down into the chair where you had been working on your dress. “I know that you didn’t do it for me but because it was a threat to you, but I’m still grateful that I won’t have to sleep with one eye open for now.”

Vane turned away from the fire and looked over at you. He tossed the cloth he had grabbed onto the table with the basin, not caring that it fell into the water. He took a few strides until he was in front of you. You watched as he reached out, those fingers gently caressing your cheek and down your jaw, much like you had done when you cleaned his face.

“Of course I did it for you.”

Those words were beyond unexpected. You could feel your body heat rising in reaction, butterflies erupting in your stomach. Before you had a chance to process the words, to even think about a response, he dropped his hand and headed over towards the door.

“I’ll keep at least one of my men here with you for a while, to make sure there won’t be any repercussions.”

He gave a quick nod in your direction and then he was gone.

And you? You were left with a mind swirling with things you weren’t sure you could ever truly figure out.

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The garden had been long neglected so you decided to spend part of the day with your hands in the soil. The Ranger had been at sea for almost a week and it had been the most mundane week you’d had in months. People shopped, you made deliveries, you joined friends at the tavern for meals.

One difference is that you had a shadow for these things. The man that Vane had left with you was named Edgar. He was large and looked mean, but you’d found him to be the most polite pirate you’d had the pleasure of dealing with in a long time.

You refused to let him sleep outside and he refused to sleep on the couch in your front room so the compromise was a cot that he slept on in the shop. You made sure he ate, tried to make him leave your side to enjoy the whores at the brothel while you ate in the tavern, but he was a good sentry.

He stayed nearby while you tended to the garden, listening to you as you talked aloud to the plants and discussed the different uses for the herbs that you usually grew. Your neglect of the garden meant a lot of the plants looked unfit for use, but you were determined to fix your mistake.

“Hasn’t been enough rain for those,” a voice said from the other side of the fenced in garden you were in.

You looked up and smiled at Captain Flint who was looking at the proof of your hard work. Edgar edged around the garden while you stayed on your knees in the dirt, his hand on his side where his pistol was. You gave a brief shake of your head to call him off but you knew he wouldn’t stand down until Flint left.

“I’ve been remiss in my gardening habits,” you admitted as you looked around at your handiwork. “Are you much of a gardener?”

“I like to learn a little about a lot of different things,” he admitted as he fingered one of the tomato plants near the fence. “Do you sell from the garden or is it just for you?”

You stood up and dusted off your skirt as best you could.

“I sell some, but mostly it’s just for myself. This is a large garden and I’m just one person. Usually,” you said as you shot a look over at Edgar.

He didn’t seem to notice that you were talking about him.

“Your man. He’s one of Vane’s, isn’t he?”

You hadn’t had many interactions with Captain Flint, but the ones you’d had told you that he rarely asked a question if he didn’t have a good idea of the answer. You knew that no conversation with him was just one thing. He was always putting a double meaning in his words.

“He is.”

Flint looked from you to Edgar. You could see the calculating look on his face before he spoke next.

“Would he allow me to take you for a short walk?”

You were sure that he wouldn’t like it, but you had an idea.

“Of course. Edgar, you’ll watch the shop while I walk with Captain Flint, won’t you?”

Edgar was already shaking his head but you hurried around the fence to where Flint was standing.

“Surely I’ll be safe with Captain Flint. It’ll be up to you to keep the shop safe in my absence.”

The men of The Ranger knew that you were the reason they were making the money they made currently so they knew it was in their best interest to keep you and your shop safe. Plus Vane had made the demand so it was to be followed to the letter.

In this case, you had boxed the man in. He couldn’t say no without causing a scene and he wasn’t aware that it wasn’t particularly necessary to keep the shop open.

Plus you didn’t think it would matter much if Edgar was with you or not. If Flint wanted to kill you or kidnap you, there was likely not much one man alone could do. Edgar obviously knew that because he gave a nod to you and stepped back.

Flint offered you his arm and you accepted it gratefully. He had an air about him, the same one that made you think he was part of the Navy before he came to Nassau. The residual air of a gentleman made him a good choice for Eleanor Guthrie’s favorite pirate. At least now that she wasn’t sleeping with Vane.

“Is there a reason that Vane is keeping one of his best in the vanguard here to watch your shop?”

You knew that accepting his offer to take a walk would leave you open to an inquiry like this. While you couldn’t be sure what he was planning, you were confident that you could keep up with him.

“I was attacked a week ago. He left his man with me for protection, but like I said, I’m sure I’ll be safe with you today.”

It was a pointed jibe that he didn’t respond to. Instead he directed you down the winding path that led from the store and towards the beach.

“It does make me wonder how you plan on continuing the act of being neutral if you’re sharing a bed with Charles Vane.”

Gone was that gentlemanly air, replaced by the steel of the pirate captain that everyone in Nassau knew and feared. You tried to subtly pull your arm from his grasp but he didn’t let you. Instead he tugged you down the path a little harder.

“It’s not an act, Captain Flint, and who I’m sharing a bed with doesn’t change that. I think you’ll remember that I shared a bed with one of your crew for the last few years and yet you had no qualms about my ability to be neutral then, did you?”

It might not have been the best plan to antagonize the man, but you weren’t happy with this particular line of questioning. From others, maybe, but from someone on The Walrus? From this captain? It angered you enough that you forgot that you could very well be in trouble.

Your free hand went to your pocket where the dagger that Vane had given you sat. Hopefully you wouldn’t need to use it today.

“The difference as best as I can tell is that you were merely sleeping with my boatswain. This affair with Vane is a different sort.”

It wasn’t the first time you’d heard something like that either. What was it about Vane that made people think that this wasn’t just a casual thing between the two of you? People heard that you and Vane were intimate and they assumed wedding bells. Or something permanent at least.

“I assure you that what I have with Vane, while none of your business, is as casual as what I had with Billy.”

The two of you stopped and you looked forward to see where you were. You hadn’t noticed that you had been leading off the main path and towards the trees until that moment. In front of you strung from a large tree were two men, naked as the day they were born.

Their bodies were starting to decompose, animals picking at the corpses. They were both beaten beyond recognition, their bodies mutilated horribly. Across each of their chests was carved the word ‘revenge’.

You gasped and looked away.

“Casual. If this is what Vane does for a casual dalliance, I’d hate to see him seriously involved.”

Flint came in from behind you, but he didn’t hurt you. He simply gripped your chin and forced you to look at the bodies again.

“Recognize them? I’d understand if you can’t since their faces have been caved in. They were members of the crew of The Tempest. They’re the men that attacked you.”

You saw that one of them indeed only had one hand. The other had been deposited on Eleanor’s desk.

Flint wasn’t here for you. He wasn’t here for Billy or for the members of The Tempest, not even really here for Vane. He was here because of what happened with Eleanor.

He needed to protect his source of income, just like Vane did with you.

“Your concern has been noted,” you said fiercely as you pulled your chin out of his grasp. Then you did more and took a step away from him, from the bodies. “Perhaps this conversation would be better had with Vane instead of with me as I’m not in control of his actions.”

Not that you actually expected the two of them to ever sit down to talk. Flint and Vane were at odds more often than not. They had in common that they were pirate captains in Nassau, but that was the end of it. From there the two men were almost as different as night and day, if both were as dark as midnight and dangerous as a pit of vipers.

Maybe they did have more in common than you originally thought.

“I am going to go back to my shop before Edgar decides to see what is taking me so long on this walk. As always, Captain Flint, it’s been a pleasure.”

You didn’t want to turn your back on him but you didn’t have any choice. It took every ounce of your willpower not to turn and look behind you. Instead you walked with purpose back up the street and towards your shop.

Edgar was still where you had left him. When you walked past him with the intention of going into the shop for a moment to regain your composure, he grabbed your arm and pulled you close to him.

“If you do something like that again, I’ll lock you in your shop until the captain gets back.”

You glared up at him and yanked your arm out of his grip.

“You could try but I promise it would not end well for you. And if you put your hands on me again without my permission, I’ll gladly bury a dagger into your throat. That is the only warning you’ll get from me.”

You stormed away from Edgar and into the shop, slamming the door and locking it as well.

Then you fell to your knees in the middle of the floor, desperate to catch the breath that seemed to have been knocked out of you weeks ago.

How had things gotten so out of hand?

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lgbtqiahistoricalromance · 5 years

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YA & School Love in LGBTQIA+ Historical Romances

First off, I’m glad to say that the YA novels of today are teeming with LGBT characters, many of them MCs. That said, this is just a taste of a few that I really enjoyed or by authors you might not be aware of yet. @lgbtqreads is an excellent resource for more exhaustive lists, and also companies like Book Riot.

All Out: The No-Longer-Secret Stories of Queer Teens throughout the Ages. Short story anthology of LGBTQIA teenagers throughout history, from across the spectrum. Ed by Sandra Mitchell

- Take a journey through time and genres to discover stories where queer teens live, love and shape the world around them. Seventeen young adult authors across the queer spectrum have come together to create a collection of beautifully written diverse historical fiction for teens. From a retelling of Little Red Riding Hood set in war-torn 1870s Mexico featuring a transgender soldier, to two girls falling in love while mourning the death of Kurt Cobain, forbidden love in a sixteenth-century Spanish convent or an asexual girl discovering her identity amid the 1970s roller-disco scene, All Out tells a diverse range of stories across cultures, time periods and identities, shedding light on an area of history often ignored or forgotten.

Hayden Thorne novels are being reissued. She specializes in YA LGBT romance novels, many with fantasy elements, but all of them well constructed and inventive. I’ve read almost all of her novels in this genre, and several are mentioned elsewhere on this blog. Just, please, check out this amazing author’s work for some very creative takes on some of your favorite tropes, and ideas I’ve never read anywhere else.

A Place for Wolves by Kosoko Jackson

- Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe meets Code Name Verity in this heartbreaking and poignant historical thriller. (YA!!)

James Mills isn’t sure he can forgive his parents for dragging him away from his life, not to mention his best friend and sister, Anna. He’s never felt so alone. Enter Tomas. Falling for Tomas is unexpected, but sometimes the best things in life are. Then their world splits apart. A war that has been brewing finally bursts forward, filled with violence, pain, and cruelty. James and Tomas can only rely on each other as they decide how far they are willing to go—and who they are willing to become—in order to make it back to their families.

The Gentleman’s Guide to Vice and Virtue by Mackenzie Lee (Review)

- A young bisexual British lord embarks on an unforgettable Grand Tour of Europe with his best friend/secret crush. An 18th-century romantic adventure for the modern age written by This Monstrous Thing author Mackenzi Lee - Simon vs. the Homo Sapiens Agenda meets the 1700s.Henry "Monty" Montague doesn't care that his roguish passions are far from suitable for the gentleman he was born to be. But as Monty embarks on his grand tour of Europe, his quests for pleasure and vice are in danger of coming to an end. Not only does his father expect him to take over the family's estate upon his return, but Monty is also nursing an impossible crush on his best friend and traveling companion, Percy.So Monty vows to make this yearlong escapade one last hedonistic hurrah and flirt with Percy from Paris to Rome. But when one of Monty's reckless decisions turns their trip abroad into a harrowing manhunt, it calls into question everything he knows, including his relationship with the boy he adores.Witty, dazzling, and intriguing at every turn, The Gentleman's Guide to Vice and Virtue is an irresistible romp that explores the undeniably fine lines between friendship and love.

Don't miss Felicity's adventures in The Lady's Guide to Petticoats and Piracy, the highly anticipated sequel!

Pantomine by Laura Lam (Micah Grey Trilogy Book 1)

- In a land of lost wonders, the past is stirring once more . . .

Gene's life resembles a debutante's dream. Yet she hides a secret that would see her shunned by the nobility. Gene is both male and female. Then she displays unwanted magical abilities - last seen in mysterious beings from an almost-forgotten age. Matters escalate further when her parents plan a devastating betrayal, so she flees home, dressed as a boy.

The city beyond contains glowing glass relics from a lost civilization. They call to her, but she wants freedom not mysteries. So, reinvented as 'Micah Grey', Gene joins the circus. As an aerialist, she discovers the joy of flight - but the circus has a dark side. She's also plagued by visions foretelling danger. A storm is howling in from the past, but will she heed its roar?

Ash by Malinda Lo

In the wake of her father's death, Ash is left at the mercy of her cruel stepmother. Consumed with grief, her only joy comes by the light of the dying hearth fire, rereading the fairy tales her mother once told her. In her dreams, someday the fairies will steal her away. When she meets the dark and dangerous fairy Sidhean, she believes that her wish may be granted. The day that Ash meets Kaisa, the King's Huntress, her heart begins to change. Instead of chasing fairies, Ash learns to hunt with Kaisa. Their friendship, as delicate as a new bloom, reawakens Ash's capacity for love--and her desire to live. But Sidhean has already claimed Ash for his own, and she must make a choice between fairy tale dreams and true love. Entrancing and empowering, Ash beautifully unfolds the connections between life and love, and solitude and death, where transformation can come from even the deepest grief.

The Unbinding of Mary Reade by Miriam McNamara

- A clever, romantic novel based on the true story of a girl who disguised herself as a boy to sail with the infamous pirates Anne Bonny and Calico Jack—and fell in love with Anne Bonny.

There’s no place for a girl in Mary’s world. Not in the home of her mum, desperately drunk and poor. Not in the household of her wealthy granny, where no girl can be named an heir. And certainly not in the arms of Nat, her childhood love who never knew her for who she was. As a sailor aboard a Caribbean merchant ship, Mary’s livelihood—and her safety—depends on her ability to disguise her gender.

At least, that’s what she thinks is true. But then pirates attack the ship, and in the midst of the gang of cutthroats, Mary spots something she never could have imagined: a girl pirate.

The sight of a girl standing unafraid upon the deck, gun and sword in hand, changes everything. In a split-second decision, Mary turns her gun on her own captain, earning herself the chance to join the account and become a pirate alongside Calico Jack and Anne Bonny.

For the first time, Mary has a shot at freedom. But imagining living as her true self is easier, it seems, than actually doing it. And when Mary finds herself falling for the captain’s mistress, she risks everything—her childhood love, her place among the crew, and even her life.

Breathlessly romantic and brilliantly subversive, The Unbinding of Mary Reade is sure to sweep readers off their feet and make their hearts soar.

Deviant Desire by Jackson Marsh (Just came out March 7th!)

- The Victorian East End lives in fear of the Ripper and his mission to kill rent boys. Silas Hawkins, nineteen and forging a life on the streets could well be the next victim, but when he meets Archer, his life changes forever. Young, attractive and rich, Archer is The Viscount Clearwater, a philanthropist, adventurer and homosexual.When Archer suspects the Ripper is killing to lure him to a confrontation, he risks his reputation and his life to stop the madman's murders. Every man must play his part, including Silas.A mashup of mystery, romance and adventure, Deviant Desire is set in an imaginary London of 1888. The first in an on-going series, it takes the theme of loyalty and friendship in a world where homosexuality is a crime. Secrets must be kept, lovers must be protected, and for Archer and Silas, it marks the start of their biggest adventure - love.

The Prince and The Dressmaker by Jen Wang

- Set in Paris, this graphic novel follows Sebastian, a prince with a secret. By day, Sebastian laments his parents' fervent search for his bride-to-be, but by night, Sebastian transforms into fashion icon Lady Crystallia! Sebastian's best friend and dressmaker, Frances, has kept his secret, but when the secret becomes too hard to keep, she may risk their friendship and Sebastian's trust for her own shot at the spotlight.

A Light Amongst Shadows (Dark is the Night series Book 1) by Kelley York and Rowan Altwood

This whole series is gold, but here is the information on the first novel...

James Spencer is hardly the typical troubled youth who ends up at Whisperwood School for Boys. Instead of hating the strict schedules and tight oversight by staff, James blossoms, quickly making friends, indulging in his love of writing, and contemplating the merits of sneaking love poems to the elusive and aloof William Esher. The rumours about William’s sexuality and opium reliance are prime gossip material amongst the third years…rumours that only further pique James’ curiosity to uncover what William is really like beneath all that emotional armor. And, when the normally collected William stumbles in one night, shaken and ranting of ghosts, James is the only one who believes him. James himself has heard the nails dragging down his bedroom door and the sobs echoing in the halls at night. He knows others have, too, even if no one will admit it. The staff refuses to entertain such ridiculous tales, and punishment awaits anyone who brings it up. Their fervent denial and the disappearance of students only furthers James’ determination to find out what secrets Whisperwood is hiding…especially if it prevents William and himself from becoming the next victims.

Originally, this list was going to include professors too, but they were already on a list and May/December romances will be on the list for May.

Adding a link for a list of best LGBT fantasy romances in the YA genre, because they have several novels with historical themes that I know friends/fellow readers I know, have enjoyed.

#lgbt romance #historical romance

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sizzlingpenguincollector · 5 years

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You and Me Against the World: Getting Lucky

Middleton High

It was around lunch time, and 17 year old freelance hero Kim Possible was sitting down, eating lunch with her partner and boyfriend, Ron Stoppable. They were loving their senior year so far. Sure, it had a lot of ups and downs, but as long as they were together, that's what mattered. "You make me feel like a natural woman." Kim sang to Ron. Ron simply smiled as he gave Kim a peck on the cheek.

Over the past couple of months, Kim's mission outfit got discontinued at Club Banana leaving her with a new, more stylish one, Ron got a new baby sister, and Kim's younger twin brothers, Jim and Tim, aka the Tweebs, got skipped ahead and became freshmen. Along with saving the world, the year was eventful so far. And it was about to get more crazy.

"Alright people, listen up!" Kim's high school principal and substitute teacher, Steve Barkin yelled, getting everyone's attention. "Starting now, Middleton High is holding it's first School at Sea contest." Kim and Ron smiled as they listened closely. Their friend Monique scooted to their table to listen better. "We'll choose four lucky students to board the SS Tipton. There, they'll be spending the next 6 months attending a special school called Seven Seas High. Yes, you'll be basically studying on a cruise around the world. SO GET THE LEAD OUT AND SIGN UP!"

The students cheered with excitement as they tackled Mr. Barkin to sign up. "6 months studying on a cruise?! That is so amazing!" Monique said excitedly. "We should all sign up. What do you guys think?"

"I don't know..." Kim said with an uneasy smile.

"Come on Kim! We're seniors now! We basically rule this place. And 6 months on a cruise is one heck of an adventure!" Ron said, happily.

Rufus, Ron's mole rat, popped out of his pocket, wearing sun glasses. "Yeah, cruise baby!" Rufus squeaked.

"It's not that. I would like to go, but what if something happens with Dr. Drakken or Shego?" Kim asked. She didn't want to throw away her world saving responsibilities.

"KP, buffets...water sports...studying around the world..." Ron said in a sing song tone, trying to sell the idea to Kim.

"Actually, it's been quiet for the most part these last few weeks. And I guess we could still do our world saving business while on the ship." Kim thought for a few moments before finally, "Let's do it."

Ron and Monique smiled as they walked to the registration forms to sign. Kim was up next. She then signed her name. "Signing up for the School at Sea contest?" Bonnie smirked.

Kim sighed, annoyed at the sight of her. "Yes Bonnie." Kim said.

"Well, so am I." Bonnie said, signing her name. "I hope I get to meet London Tipton. She's the best fashion wearer slash heiress anywhere."

"Well, I'm sure you two will get along very well." Kim said, sarcastically.

"She basically knows what's hot and what's not. On her show Yay Me!, she basically called Calvin Kline hot, and you not." Bonnie said with an evil grin as she left.

Kim growled as Ron went up and signed his name. "Calm down, she's just trying to get to you. As always." Ron said, putting his hands on his girlfriend's shoulders.

"Thanks Ronnie." Kim said with a light smile. She and Ron then left the cafeteria as Monique signed her name. "Now remember, it's best not to get our hopes up. There could be a chance that we won't win at all."

"KP, this is gonna be the best year ever, and I have a lucky feeling about all this." Ron said, making Kim smile back.

Possible Residence

The time went by fast and now, Kim was back at home, talking to Wade on her Kimmunicator. She told her 12 year old friend about her plans to sign up for the cruise contest at school. "Are you sure you'll be able to manage our world saving business while we're traveling all over?" Kim asked.

"No problem, Kim. This could be a great opportunity for you both. And if you guys aren't able to answer a call, I can just get Global Justice to help out." Wade said reassuringly. Kim smiled as she knew that her world saving business would still be operational. "Would you like me to take a peak at the results, seeing if you and Ron might win?"

"Nah. That's pretty much cheatish." Kim dismissed. "I'll just wait and see. Talk to you later." As Kim hung up, Kim's mother, Anne came into the room.

"Hey Kimmie Cub. Got a fresh laundry basket for you. And I couldn't help but hear about you signing up for a contest at school to study on a cruise?" Anne asked curiously, making Kim roll her eyes playfully.

"It's no big, mom. Just a six month program. I should be back in time for graduation." Kim explained.

"Well I think it sounds fun." Anne said with a smile.

"Yeah, but whatever happens happens. Sometimes you gotta lower your expectations." Kim said, trying to stay optimistic. "But if I do win, please make sure the Tweebs do not take over my room."

"Don't worry honey. I'll make sure of that." Anne said with a grin. "And I have a good feeling you're gonna get lucky." Anne said, giving her daughter a kiss on the head before heading out.

Middleton High

Friday

The entire student body gathered in the gym, eager to learn who won the school at sea contest. Studying on a luxurious cruise ship around the world is a dream for these teens, and a few lucky kids are about to live it. "OK PEOPLE, SETTLE DOWN!" Barkin bellowed out. "The time has come to see who will be the lucky four students to study aboard the SS Tipton for the next six months." It was dead quiet as Barkin picked up the first envelope with the winners name in it. Kim and Ron looked at each other and smiled hopefully, staying positive. "The first winner's name is...BONNIE ROCKWALLER!"

The people went crazy as Bonnie smiled and almost cried, happy that she was one of the lucky few. Kim just growled in a low tone, jealous. She's so lucky, Kim thought to herself.

Bonnie then went up on stage and stood next to Mr. Barkin as he picked up the next envelope. "The next winner's name is...MONIQUE COLEMAN!"

Monique's mouth dropped before smiling and hugging her BFF Kim, and high fiving Ron. "I can't believe it! I'm going on a cruise, baby!" Monique yelled happily as she ran onto the stage.

"Well, that's two down." Kim said. "Remember, whatever happens, happens." Ron nodded in understanding as Barkin picked up the third envelope.

"The next winner's name is..." Barkin announced before his mouth dropped in complete shock over seeing whose name was written. "...RON STOPPABLE?!"

The crowd went wild again as Ron just beamed the biggest smile imaginable, happy that he actually won. Kim almost cried as she smiled and hugged her special guy. "Ron, you did it!" Kim exclaimed.

"AWESOME!" Ron yelled out of the top of his lungs. "Rufus, we won!"

When the mole rat heard that, he popped out of his master's pocket and using a megaphone yelled, "BOO YAH!"

Ron then rushed on stage to see Mr. Barkin still in shock. He grinned as he realized something. "Well, well, well. Looks like you're wrong about-" Ron wanted to gloat before Barkin grabbed him by the shoulders.

"Don't think that you'll be able to rub your victory in my face! After six months, you'll be back in my custody. One snarky remark, and it's detention when you get back! Got it?" Barkin hissed. Ron nodded at that before joining Monique and Bonnie. But his smile soon faded as he realized that if Kim didn't win, he would be spending six months away from the girl he loves.

Kim, sensing Ron's sadness too, frowned as she realized the same thing. Please let me win, Kim prayed in her mind.

"Alright people. The last winner's name is..." Barkin said, picking up the last envelope. The room went dead silent, everyone on edge to find out who has been chosen. And no two other people were more nervous than Kim and Ron. Barkin looked over the name and announced, "...KIM POSSIBLE!"

Kim's mouth just dropped in disbelief as the crowd of students went wild around her. Words couldn't describe how happy she was at this moment. She won a contest, would get to study on a luxurious cruise ship around the world with her BFF and the man she loved.

Smiling widely, Kim got up from her seat and raced towards the stage to hug both Ron and Monique. Bonnie just stood there, also in shock. "See KP, I told you I had a lucky feeling about this." Ron said, almost bringing Kim to happy tears as she kissed her guy on the cheek.

"So, congratulations to our four winners. You'll leave this Sunday. Bon Voyage." Barkin said as Kim, Ron, and Monique continued to savor the moment, ready to enjoy new adventures that they hoped would experience over the next six months.

#kim possible #the suite life on deck #disney channel #fanfic

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whitetrashjj · 6 years

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Lara’s birthday mutual appreciation rant

Anyway as of 50 minutes ago, it’s my birthday and I’ve been playing tennis all day so naturally, I’m drunk.

So feeling the love and affection right now, I thought why not show some appreciation to all my mutuals who are amazing and I love.

there is a good chance I’ll regret this when I’m sober but lets take that gamble

Let’s start with a blanket statement, which is how happy even having mutuals makes me. Things from seeing my mutuals on my dash to seeing my posts on my dash and even just seeing that little *reblogged from* you thing makes me smile. Every time any of you say my name in your tags, it just remind me that you are real people and that I am real and some how I am connected to all these amazing people from around the world. i don’t even care if sometimes you have to check my description to remember my name

Having an outlet where I can share my thoughts and feelings on these stupid things I get obsessed with is amazing, and the fact that even one of you would listen to my stupid rants means the most to. I honestly think this is something we take for granted and some times we focus to much on the negative but tonight we are sharing the love, because we need more of that in this world.

In all honesty I don’t talk to many of you, and the ones that I do it’s only been once or twice. Please don’t take this the wrong way, mostly I think that I’m not that interesting, so why would you want to talk to me ? If I ever drop out of a conversation randomly it’s because I think I’m boring you and I don’t want to bother you even if you messaged me first . If I never message you first I promise it’s not because I don’t want to talk, but more my brain tells me you only wanted to talk once about that specific topic and then never wanted to interact again. But I promise if you want to talk to me, I’m always game.

That fact that you all continue to follow me and support me even when i’m posting and talking shit, or go through phases of shows that you don’t watch, or post about characters or ship that you don’t like, or sometimes actively hate (*cough*murven*cough*), really does mean alot in this small little world and i want to thank all of you for it...

Now onto some specifics... in no particular order

@clarkegriffintitties - i followed you because of you’re url because eternal mood, lets be real. I’m pretty sure I’ve told you this before, another drunk lara declaration, but not a single regret because you are officially my #1 crush, according to Tumblr. So keep doing your thang boo !

@eizagonzalezs - oh meg, a fellow cora hale stan. the literal reason I started watching the 100, you know back in the day when i thought they were canon and their names were the other way around. and ofcourse one of my murvensource gals. follow forever and eternal devotion !

@madigriffen - my other murvensource gal! i’m eternal grateful for you kat because I no longer feel like I’m single handedly coming out with murven content! im both shocked and impressed how quickly you have gained followers, but not at all surprised because you deserve every single on of them.

@blarke - maggie. you gave me this url. and that should be enough to express how much i appreciate you. but it’s not. you love for the boys from my old url, gendry and bell will always be remembered. and i wish you came and talked to me sooner because i honestly can’t remember what it’s like not to follow you, they must have been dark times. ALSO when I was stalking your about page when i first followed you i noticed our birthdays were one day apart, same year and all (different time zones but whatever) and that really excited me, so happy late birthday and hope you’re pumped for your 20′s!

@clarkebell - without a doubt one of my favourite mutuals. can i say, even though you seem like the sweetest most approachable people you intimidate the hell out of me. because you are pretty af, seem so cool and are all around just amazing. also i always love a fellow aussie, you are a blues supporter but i guess i can let that slide

@starboybellamy - i feel the thing i will always associate with you is the ‘my husband doesn’t understand the meaning of fucking hurry’ text post because it was the most unintentionally blarke thing ever. i always live for you’re bfsn, partly because you’re usually drinking and/or drunk and i respect that, mainly because you are gorgeous ..

@bellofthesky - i followed you because tumblr wouldn’t stop recommending you’re blog. and for once they got something right! despite me not having followed you for very long (5th most recent follow) you are one of my top 9 tumblr crushes. basically, i feel you’re content boo so keep it up xx

@bellarkes-hope - how long have we been mutuals? about a month. how long have i thought we’ve been mutuals? like all year. not much to say other than i dropped the ball, I've corrected that mistake and i’m now out here living my best life will you on my dash

@bb-8 - have i watched a single star wars movie? nope. did i squeal with excitement for you when you got this url? of-fucking-course! cody, you are the queen of icons and an amazing person. and anyone who loves anne bonny as much as i do will always be loved and respected in this house

@sanssa - a multifandom blog that is actually consistently multifandom? sorcery or just an icon? maybe both. Kyra, i feel like you were out there giving me love and supporting me back when i barely had any mutuals and for that you will always have a special place in my heart. i will admit i lost you for a minute there with url changes but i found you again of course you just moved to a different sansa stark url

@blueshirtbell - Isla you are probably the person who uses my name in the tags the most often and every time it makes me feel warm and fuzzy. also you’re comments on my bfsn are always so sweet and make me smile. you truely are a great person and i feel like everyone in you’re life is better off for it

@bellamynochillblake - you’re ship and let ship attitude is truly an inspiration, and lets be honest a massive relief at times when this fandom can become a negative mess!

@jarleene - as the author of some of my fave murven fics you will always deserve a special mention. when i saw you updated crazy recently i couldn’t stop smiling. that fic has been a slow process but worth every wait, i couldn’t care less if it ever gets finished because even having any of it is truly a gift!

@hvitserkk - desirae, you followed me soon after i followed you. why? i’ll never know. but you’re url alone is enough reason to love you. in this brief time i’ve already learnt so much from you about colourings and you are always my first stop to learn more! and eternal thank yous for getting me onto animal kingdom

@lieutenantshaw - im? not? worthy? im not sure why i feel this way.. maybe it’s the amazing edits or the whole aesthetic or maybe that your whole blog seems well thought out and clean and i feel like you looking at my blog would kinda be like that ‘damn bitch you live like this?’ picture.. do you feel like you’re blog is like that ? idk,, but if you are happy following me you do you cause it makes me feel good :)

the rest of my mutals - not because i love you less or don’t have anything to say about you but simply because i’m coming down, i’m tired and lazy as all fuck.

if you want a paragraph about why you are amazing swing into my ask box because i guarantee you I’ve got one ;)

@bellammy @p-tonkins @halfbloodduchess @the-most-beautiful-broom @octannibal-blake @failing-at-being-an-angel @diyozaa @niylvh @blakes-griffin @joncthanmurphy @johnmurphe @pandalandalopalis @izzycheeese @grumpymonty @tracylorde @bellamyblakesass @clarkesgrfin @a-timely-interruption @clorkegriffin @platonic-bellarke @abugonahotplate @smoakedvigilanties @beelarkes @inajohncriminalway @kaymarie195 @vixiously @otakujess @harpersmcintyred @the100lunarsship @vulgarvixen4 @head-and-heart @the-ships-to-rule-them-all @deadshotbellamy @fuckitforgendry @spaaleb

a few things before i go to bed..

if you read your paragraph and gone ‘damn girl that aint me’, so sorry i am drunk and easily confused

if i have tagged you and you are no longer/never was a mutual, many apologies and best of luck in your future endeavours

if you don’t like this feel free to completely ignore it, i wont mind :)

much love, drunk lara x

#t: ignore me #idk what to tag this?

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