#paradisecost

[asoulofstars]

five times shared:      ( five times the receiver shared something (either a material or feelings or secrets!) with the sender )

listen pretend I sent this from my Frank over at paradisecost

i.) Matt was asleep, recovering from the fight he'd gotten in. Frank had been the one to drag him back to the apartment, and Riona had forced Frank to stay, too. She was used to playing nurse, and she knew Frank wouldn't go to a hospital, so she forced him to sit while she took care of him.

"I know you two don't agree on things," she said quietly, "But I appreciate that you look out for him. I don't know what I'd do without him."

"Y'don't have to. Thank me." Frank shifted.

Riona rolled her eyes and kissed his cheek. "Yes, I do. Now sit still. This cut is nasty."

ii.) Riona was recovering from her run-in with Warren Andrews, and Matt had somehow convinced Frank to go check on her. She wasn't surprised that Matt hadn't wanted to leave her alone, but she was surprised that Frank agreed to it. They weren't exactly friends; she knew that he was uncomfortable with the way she fussed. But Frank was actually good company when he wasn't the one being fussed over.

"Want some chocolate?" she asked, holding out the bag of Dark Chocolate Reese's Thins.

Frank actually gave her a small smile as he took a couple. "Thanks."

iii.) Riona was twisting her Claddagh ring around her finger. Matt was nowhere to be found, and she was nervous. They were supposed to be getting married. Frank had somehow found his way into the bridal suite where she was hiding.

"Red's on his way," he told her.

"Really?" she asked.

"You scared he was ditching?"

Riona bit her lip and nodded.

He sighed and patted her hand. "He loves you. Just ran into some trouble."

"You won't tell him I was scared he left me, will you?" she asked.

"No," he replied. "You look nice."

She blushed.

iv.) Riona had found herself kidnapped. Again. With Matt this time. Matt was clearly worried, doing everything he could to find a way out, and Riona was honestly kind of bored.

"How are you so calm?" he asked her.

"Because nothing is going to be worse than Warren Andrews. I have you here. And, honestly, I'm kind of just waiting for Frank to show up."

Matt stopped his rustling, and he turned as best as he could. "What?"

"He keeps an eye on us; he'll show up."

Before Matt could respond, the unmistakable sound of gunfire rang out. Riona beamed.

"Wish he'd stop killing," Matt muttered.

"Can you just say thank you?" Riona sighed and rolled her eyes.

Frank came in and untied them both. "Such a mess, Red."

Riona hugged Frank as best she could. Things were still hard with only one good shoulder.

"Red, c'mon. Let's go."

Matt nodded and helped get them out of the building. Riona leaned up and kissed Frank's cheek.

"At this rate, we're going to have to name our firstborn after you if we have kids." It was half a joke.

"Don't," Frank said.

v.) Riona was in the hospital. It was a happy time, for once. Matt was sitting with her in the bed to help her support the weight of the baby.

Frank came in with a balloon.

"Congrats," he said.

"Thanks, Frank," Riona beamed.

"How about you meet Jackson Soll Murdock?" Matt asked.

"Sure." Frank stepped close and peered at the bundle in Riona's arms.

"Thanks for being part of this weird little family, Frank," Riona said. "We wouldn't be here without you."

"Thanks for havin' me, I guess."

#paradisecost #v: trouble usually finds me #anonymous #riona vc: FRANK! <3 <3 <3 #frank vc: oh hi yeah

[gentlepyrate]

@paradisecost // ED sent:

"I dunno," Ed says while they're sitting together one morning, nudging Stede's shoe with the tip of his boot. "Just figure, if the crew has to talk stuff out, maybe that includes... You? You've seen some shit too."

It's not expected, and a lot of moments immediately come to mind. Stede has . . . a lot, he'd like to talk about, but offering to listen and waiting for a willing ear are two different things.

It takes him far longer than it usually does to collect himself.

" Well, " Stede starts, deciding to busy himself with pouring tea so he doesn't have to look at Ed. " I suppose I do. I suppose . . we've certain things to discuss between us, even. "

Placing seven sugars and a dash of cream in Ed's tea feels like more of a sign of love than usual, a little bit like he's rushing to apologize with his hands so he doesn't start rushing to apologize with his mouth when he hasn't even done anything wrong yet.

" I never meant to make you feel unwanted. When Jack was around. " The name is not said with fondness, and is paired with a look that clearly says that death has not made Stede approve of the man. He continues - " You are who you are, and I like who you are. I'm afraid I implied . . . distaste to such a matter, when I was really redirecting my distaste of something else entirely. "

Curse himself for being so used to making tea, for he's already finished with both, and now he has to look up, and it's both easier and harder to say when he can see Ed reacting to his words.

" I was scared you were going to hurt me. " . . . That's not what he meant to say at all, but it's impossible to be anything but honest while he's staring straight into warm brown eyes. " Not physically, but emotionally. Because I have spent a life being hurt emotionally, for being who I was, and it's quite difficult to rewrite that which has been made instictive. But I know better now. "

Stede offers out Ed's tea like the loving gesture that it is, a peace offering and a sign of affection, paired with a hesitant smile that shows that Stede is clearly trying to be good, even while saying things that might hurt.

" You wouldn't hurt me, and I was a fool to think it. And I'm sorry for ever making you think you were anything less than perfect. "

#this cannot be what ed was expecting shsksbsk #ic. #paradisecost #paradisecost; edward teach

[caterva]

"Do you drink ale? Hope so, 'cause all the water here's got cholera in it." Edward Teach is sliding an alarmingly filthy-looking mug of ale towards Bezi as we speak. :)

[ did anyone know shit about cholera in 1719 or whenever the hell? probably not. do i care? NO i do not my man here is wearing a full leather getup in caribbean heat and his crew wears hot topic belts ]

He smiled as the ale came his way, his eyes lingering on Edward. Put a man in front of him with long hair and a beard to match and he was done for. His lip curled only a little at the sight of the mug's condition, but he had put worse things to his mouth and between cholera and whatever disease that mug might or might not have, he figured it was the lesser of two evils. "I prefer..." he stopped, deciding at the last minute he wasn't that bold, and smiled instead. "I'll drink anything, provided it isn't teeming with worms or disease."

#yuoure so fucking valid ok #c: bezi #paradisecost #i started writing this with bezi internally leaning away(picture kermit folding in on himself) but then i realized that was bill speaking #bezi is spoiled but he knows how to rough it gkrjgkje

[imbricare]

@paradisecost / cont. from here

“That’s not a fair question,” said Remus quietly. He always got quieter during their arguments, withdrawing into himself where Marlene lashed out. It would have been easier, perhaps, if she had gotten loud: if she had shouted, or struck him, or torn the place apart. Instead she froze over, and it was worse. Everything she said felt like a cold lance under his skin. “What’s done is done. There is no value in questioning what might have happened if we’d acted differently. We didn’t.” He looked away from her. “I didn’t.”

He hesitated, then. How to say it? How to explain to her that he had no choice but to shut her out, that the fear of being known was stronger than any other force he’d ever encountered? That for something like him, the truth could mean the end of everything?

“Marlene… It wasn’t a question of trust. You have to understand that. When you have… my condition, things… Relationships… Secrets… become more complicated than that.”

It wasn't a fair question, and it wasn't a fair answer, either. She was tempted to grab her wand and her bag and leave, even though it was her flat, technically. Her cheap muggle flat in Southwark, with draughty windows and the bright red-and-blue neon sign of the Tesco on the opposite side of the road illuminating the hallway. It was the most mundane, most boring place: grey walls, second-hand furniture from Oxfam, a washed-out carpet under her toes. It felt bizarre to have this conversation here.

And the fact that Marlene hated confrontation did not make it easier.

"Secrets," she honed in on that word. "If it's about secrets, then it is about trust. And what this is telling me is that you don't trust me enough to share these intimate things with me." The irony of waking up next to him, in her bed.

Her smile did not sit right on her face. "I think that's a bigger complication than your condition, if that's any consolation to you. Now that your secret is out."

#paradisecost #paradisecost / remus. #MARLENE / IC. #look what i found in my drafts!!!!! #god i'm so rusty writing her #trying to find her voice again for that meme you sent uvu

[intothewildsea]

[geralt] [ TOLD ] for receiver to open up about something to sender after sex. [ g i v e ]

He had wrapped her up in his arms and she rested her head against his bare chest. She listened to his heartbeat. His steady breaths. His fingertips traced gentle circles on her back.

"I love you."

The words were soft when she said them. It was the first time she'd felt brave enough to speak them aloud.

@paradisecost

#paradisecost #oh your love is sunlight (niamh & geralt & jaskier)

[wcrldcnfire]

@paradisecost​ :  ♣ Your Muse (Izzy) finds mine (Ed) wearing nothing but lingerie 

They were supposed to be headed towards another ship, a new prize. One that one of the new idiotic crew lost track of on the horizon. Luckily, the direction they’d gone was clear enough and merchant ships like it had appeared to be didn’t have many options near here. He just wanted to verify something with Edward before things got underway. 

❝Edward, we’re coming up on the--❞

When he opened the door to the Captain’s quarters, he had been expecting the usual: Blackbeard sitting there and smoking or sleeping or reading or anything except what he found. 

Him standing there wearing some lacy underclothes that had definitely been designed for some fancy fucking noble rather than a pirate such as Blackbeard. 

And Izzy couldn’t help but stare at the sight, his mouth agape. The problem isn’t that he’s never seen something of the sort before. Many of the crew liked trying on the clothes they plundered, regardless of what they were intended for. 

The problem was it looked good on him. The way the scraps of fabric hugged his hips, showing off the expanse of skin, riddled with scars and a line of hair starting just below where the waistband dipped and-- He needed to stop that thought. Immediately. He growled, turning his head away, trying not to be too obvious about doing so and praying the heat he could feel starting at his cheeks and moving lower was not showing itself.

❝Put some fuckin’ clothes on.❞

#paradisecost #[ because OH NO. OH NO THIS SEEMS GENUINELY PLAUSIBLE. ] #I had maybe too much fun with this one #;;izzy hands #;;izzy hands: thread #;;izzy hands: spicy time #;;paradisecost: ed / blackbeard #;;izzy hands: paradisecost #;;izzy hands: paradisecost : ed / blackbeard #spicy things

[coming-xf-age-archive]

“👐” [ it's time for atticus to fucking choke charlie and not in the fun way. consider: AU where they meet when theyre younger or some shit ]

The smile Charlie flashes at Atticus is all teeth and no warmth, edging on the cusp of a snarl as the bounty-hunter's hand curls around his throat.

"Did the dog realise I was holding the stick behind my back this whole time?" he sneers, even from his position of danger. "Poor, stupid thing." Charlie, recently broken-hearted and still brash with youth, has all pride of a noble with the patience of a child, and happily eggs Atticus on to hurt him even further.

"I'm surprised your family didn’t realise they should have put you down the first chance they got.” Now, his smile disappears, as he seems to be egging himself on as well, an unintended side-effect of his fragile mental state. “D’you hear me, you fucking mutt? You’re nothing. You’re worthless!”

#screams!!!!! #:'))) #paradisecost

[zzapzzaptasers]

[erik] ❛ i don’t care what you think of me . ❜ [ (: ]

"I mean cool, but when you say that, it sounds an awful lot like disapproval regarding the fact I do think you're the bees knees, the cat's meow, really fuckin' cool, rad af, if you will. So it sounds like you do care and it's bad."

#paradisecost; Erik #this is short I'm sorry this is all she gave me #paradisecost

[metalzerotruck]

[geralt] [booty] - to fondle my muse’s ass [ ASS ASS ASS ASS ]

"Is that chamomile and....basilisk stink?" he asks, sniffing Geralt's neck and maybe kissing it a little, but also pretending he isn't enjoying the heck out of the attention. "Don't think the fancy soap's working on this one. Have you tried tomato juice?"

#sometimes i'm too tired to write and then i remember i have all these amazing gifs from back when they were fashionable in rp lol #paradisecost #paradisecost: geralt

[asoulofstars]

☀️ OH talk to me about how riona's backstory has changed over the years

Okay, so this might get long. XD

Riona started as a self-insert, so she’s physically changed over the years. She used to wear glasses and had not-green eyes (grey, maybe, idk how I described them; my eyes are a disaster to describe).

Riona also did not have Soll until about 2-3 years after I made her. He came from a crack fic that my friends and I wrote in high school. He was one of my friend’s OCs and they were long-lost siblings. I, of course, made Soll the light of her life and ripped him away.

I think that her relationships with her parents have also changed over the years. Her father started off pretty distant anyways, but I made them have their own special bond over time with things like dancing or in her human AUs watching Star Trek together. Which makes it worse when he turns on her as harshly as he does. Riona’s mother always had specific Ideas (TM) about how she should be, and Riona never was that, so while Riona learned a lot from her mother, she doesn’t remember her as fondly.

Riona’s human AU backstory also has changed a lot. Integrating @divineduet’s Luke into her backstory gives her another rock during her college years, which I think helps propel her into getting the therapy she needs.

Also, in faerie verses, Aidan is no longer her first relationship, and I made a faerie version of her human AU college girlfriend, Brooklyn—faerie name Blair—who plays a large part in why Riona has a hard time trusting romantic relationships.

Also just. Figuring out Riona’s mental health has been a journey. You know I did not start with saying she has depression and PTSD. You watched me go “wait, why are you doing that?” and diagnosing her. I’ve also since added ADHD, insomnia, anxiety, to her list.

The finer details, especially for her faerie world, I am constantly needing to work out/edit/tweak. From things like faerie biology to just…if they wear shoes.

So, yeah. Riona is constantly evolving as I write more and more!

#stardust (ooc) #you have stardust in your veins (about) #a little bit of stardust (headcanons) #paradisecost

[secondhandmckie]

20. Ed lifts Alan's chin, evoking eye contact. :)

Nonverbal Meme

This was a test--he was certain of it, and Alan wasn't about to be intimidated into submission. That's what Blackbeard wanted, right? A man that was strong enough to look him in the eye without pissing his pants, but could also fall in line. Admittedly, Alan was having difficulty with that last bit, but if he wanted to continue being in Blackbeard's good graces--and kick that smarmy little shit Izzy Hands out--he needed to play ball.

So, he kept eye contact, and tried to swallow as subtly as possible. He wasn't a coward. But he also very much wanted to survive. This was a really hard line to follow.

"You can trust me, you know." He assured.

#;blackbeard #paradisecost #v; the first mate #HE'S A SNAAAAKE #;mckie senior

[compendiumofconstellations]

[flint @ miranda] 13) one muse is sporting injuries, the other takes a hold of their face and demands to know who did it so they can take revenge. [ you know flint would go fucking NUTS ]

“James. James, please calm down.” Miranda keeps her tone even, not showing the pain she was in. “I’m fine.” She runs her hands down his arms and over his back. “This is nothing.” She grips his hands that hold her face, and she looks into his eyes. A mismatched storm, rage and grief and guilt all swirling around in eyes that match the ocean. She always thought his eyes were fitting for who he is. “James, just hold me.”

#paradisecost #v: canon #yes i don’t properly break this up for a reason

[eilidhink]

[Trying to figure out whether Eilidh and Jon would get along and I suspect the answer is probably not well, but depending on how she met him she might be more or less hostile about it. Like if she knew Gertrude she'd pity him and probably feel a bit contemptuous. If she met him through Martin she'd be like "okay I'd judge your taste in men, but I, too, love a surly awkward mess of one." If she met him through Melanie she'd just be trying to kill him lmao.]

#paradisecost #ooc #was thinking hm affection for jon? and e made a /face/ about it so idk

[intothewildsea]

[jaskier] ❝  gods you look good like this. if i were a painter... ❞

Her hair was a mess and her skin was dewy from sweat. She could feel the flush reddening her face and shoulders. Jaskier hovered over her, his own hair askew, face flushed, and she wished that she were a painter, too.

"I suppose you'll just have to write a song about me instead, hmm?" She reached up to cup his face, thumbs stroking along his cheekbones.

@paradisecost

#paradisecost #oh your love is sunlight (niamh & geralt & jaskier)

[zzapzzaptasers-a]

[silver] ❝ bold of you to assume i can die. ❞

“--You’re already dead, numbnuts.”

#paradisecost; Silver #v; A Soul UnMoored #THATS IT THAT'S THE WHOLE REPLY #paradisecost

[harriedwritings]

"I believe Dr Choake's more 'traditional' methods to be crude and ineffective, ma'am, employed less as a means to heal a patient than to line his pockets," says Enys evenly as he examines Mrs Hamilton, his ear to her chest as he listens to the slow pull of her lungs. His touch is purely clinical, but it lacks the brusque iciness that so many physics employ when touching a woman, as if the very act of doing so were inappropriate even in a medical capacity. When he straightens, he seems perfectly comfortable, and meets her eyes with the same easy affability he'd had upon first entering the room. "I believe your affliction to be a mild one; the pains in your chest and ribs are from coughing, not the illness itself. No leeches required," he smiles. "Just rest, and plenty of fluids. Honey, if you have it."

( @paradisecost // random shit: always accepting )

Miranda is thrilled, to say the least, at Dr. Enys' demeanour as a physician ( though she's willing to concede that it's in no small part due to his physical similarities to Thomas. she really must have them meet at some point ). He's unorthodox. She likes that.

"No leeches?" she asks, out of at least semi-partial curiosity, and also out of airing her thoughts on the matter. "And honey? How unorthodox. Though it makes sense, I suppose. Ancient Greeks made frequent use of honey to treat all manners of ailments for centuries. Very well, Dr. Enys, I shall take your Grecian prescription as all the more excuse to take honey in my tea."

And if she Vastly Overpays the good doctor ( those not in their chosen professions for the money tend to make less money, after all ), then so be it.

#muse: miranda #paradisecost #paradisecost; enys #paradisecost; enys // miranda