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animekpopsimp · 9 months

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The Strawhats React to You Being Shy but Very Strong

Luffy

Luffy first met you when you were just trying to go about your day

He was in the middle of a fight and he had accidentally bumped into you

Normally, you didn't like confrontation but you were getting annoyed

Luffy was shocked when you ended up punching one of the pirates who was trying to attack him

You sent the man flying, and he was amazed

When the fight was finally over, Luffy begged you to join his crew

Though, as soon as things calmed down, you were embarrassed that you had drawn attention to yourself

At first, you refused his offer, just wanting to live a peaceful life

Though, deep down you did want to explore what was beyond the island you called home

Luffy kept asking you to Join him, impressed by your strength

Finally, you gave in, admittedly tired of the mundane existence you had gotten used to for so long

Luffy would keep asking how you got so strong, but was surprised when you told him you were born with it

You admitted that people treated you poorly because of it, so you learned to keep to yourself

You can bet he's encouraging you to open up and always reminding you that your strength isn't a bad thing

Zoro

He doesn't notice your strength when you first join the crew

He notices how shy you are, but he doesn't question Luffy's decision to have you be a part of their group

However, when the two of you are surrounded one day, he finds out why his captain was so impressed by you

He watched in shock as you helped him take down the men surrounding you, not even using a weapon

It didn't take long for the both of you to win the fight

He wanted to say something about your fighting skills, but decided to wait until you got back to the ship

He thanked you for helping him, and complimented you on your abilities

You were touched since most people feared you because of your strength

You found a new friend in Zoro, and he respected you

Nami

Nami admittedly didn't think much of you at first

She didn't know what you were capable of, but that didn't matter

The two of you became fast frieds

Though, one day when the two of you were exploring the newest island the crew had found, you encountered some marines

Nami was worried since she wasn't sure how well you could handle yourself in a fight

However, she was surprised when you started beating up the marines

They could barely manage to get a hit in on you

Once the fight was over, you both ran back to the ship

She told you how cool you looked when fighting

You were honestly a little embarrassed by all the compliments she was giving you, but appreciated them none the less

Nami asked you to train her since she wanted to improve

The two of you became close and you helped her out a lot

Ussop

He %100 looks up to you

Ussop tries to make up stories to impress you

You listen, even if you know they aren't true

He asks you to train him, hoping he can be as tough as you

Also, he will hide behind you during fights, begging you to protect him against stronger enemies

You're often the one encouraging him to be brave, even if he doesn't want to

He tries his best so you won't be disappointed in him

You're like a big sister to him in a way

For that reason, he feels really close with you, especially since he doesn't have any family he's close with

Sanji

This man thinks you're the coolest woman in the world

He thinks you're beautiful and on top of that you're strong

He's simping hard

Compliments you all the time, he just thinks you should know how highly he thinks of you

When it comes to social situations, he's always there to back you up

When it comes to fighting, he knows you're more than capable of handling yourself

Though he will keep an eye on you during fights, just in case

If you do get injured, he always makes sure you get treated, no matter how small of an injury it is

Sanji's in love

Chopper

Chopper already looks up to pirates

And in his opinion, you're one of the coolest ones he's met

He watches you fight with an awestruck look in his eyes

He's amazed that someone so shy can be so strong

He'll ask how you got that strong, and is surprised to hear that you were just born that way

He's upset when he learns that people treated you differently because of it

In his eyes you're just a normal person who happens to be super strong

He relates to being treated badly by people around him, so the two of you bond over that

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unfriedough · 2 years

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‘Ember Island’- Zuko x (Waterbender)female!reader

Masterlist <3

An: so, this took forever, and for that I’m sorry! I’ve been super busy and this piece was really difficult to write (i couldn’t think of how they portrayed YN badly) , so I’m sorry if it’s not up to standard :( (PS: Being a bender is only mentioned like once, so you could totally be whatever bender you want !)

Thank you for the request though! I’m very grateful for you! ❤️‍🩹

Summary:

@ilovegirlsgeneration

“So an already established relationship with Zu, and it's the day of the Ember Island Play. Reader thought it would be cool and then woops the play basically makes them look like a terrible person and they freak out and Zuko is there to comfort them!”

I changed it slightly so keep the summary as a rough outline :)

Warnings: I don’t think there’s any, let me know if there are though!

You sat next to Katara on the step in front of the fire nation’s royal family beach resort, observing the avatar and his mentor (more commonly known as Zuko) train tirelessly. Toph laid down on the opposite side of Katara, a relaxed pose adorned by the young earthbender. Not too long after, the teens training bowed to each other, Zuko stretching his arms as he walked off.

“Doesn't it seem weird that we’re hiding from the firelord in his own house?” the waterbender said, looking around the overgrown building walls.

“I told you, my father hasn’t come here since our family was actually happy,” Zuko replied from his spot on the barren fountain, wiping the sweat off of his body with a rag, “And that was a long time ago. It’s the last place anyone would think to look for us.”

You smiled at the firebender, drinking in his appearance - you should watch him train more often. Your moment of serenity (and rather shameless staring) was interrupted when Sokka and Suki joined you guys, the boy holding a scroll in his hands.

“You guys are not gonna believe this! There’s a play about us,” he said, smugly.

“We were just in town and we found this poster,” Suki signalled with her hands, and Sokka opened the scroll wide, revealing a poorly drawn (and semi inaccurate) depiction of Aang, Katara, Sokka, and Zuko in the background - along with some writing which you struggled to read due to the distance.

“What? How is that possible?” Katara moved to get a better angle, icy blue eyes blown wide.

Toph neared the group too, meanwhile you went and stood next to Zuko.

“Listen to this: ‘The boy in the iceberg’ is a new production from acclaimed playwright pu wang ten. He scattered the globe gathering information on the avatar. From the icy south pole to the heart of ba sing se. The sources include singing nomads, pirates, prisoners of war and a surprisingly knowledgeable merchant of cabbage.”

Your eyebrows furrowed once he reached the sources, how did they even know your team has spoken to these people?

“Brought you by the critically-acclaimed Ember island players.” Suki read the fine print outloud.

Zuko visibly cringed, groaning, “My mother used to take us to see them! They butchered ‘love amongst the dragons’ every year.”

The group stared at the annoyed bender for a second, before the waterbender turned to her brother, “Sokka, do you really think it’s a good idea to attend a play about ourselves?”

He replied, eccentrically, “C’mon, a day at the theatre? This is the kind of wacky, time wasting nonsense I’ve been missing!”

“What do you guys think?” Suki asked.

Zuko looked up to you from his spot, waiting for you to voice your opinion, “I mean, why not? It does seem pretty fun.”

“If you say so.” Katara replied.

“Sure,” Toph shrugged.

“I guess so.” Zuko smiled at you, imagining a romantic time at the theatre together.

“Get a room.” Toph fake gagged, sensing your heart beats.

“You can’t even see us!” you yelled back playfully.

The group had a good laugh at that, Toph still claiming it’s gross.

Shortly after the sun took its leave, and the moon settled between the fluffy clouds, you all made your way to the play. The walk there was peaceful, the sounds of grasshoppers filling your ears. Zuko took it as an opportunity to hold your hand, which you took, gratefully. He didn’t always initiate PDA, so it was definitely a surprise. Once your hands interlocked, he looked at you, a blush illuminating his face. You bumped him with your hips, wordlessly asking him “Why are you shy, stupid?” at which he stuck his tongue out at you.

Upon arriving, you all clammered inside, getting past the herd of people just barely in time for the beginning. The curtains were still shut as you all chose your seats. Toph took a corner seat, followed by Katara right by her. Aang sat next to the waterbender, a grin on his face. You and Zuko took the seats on the higher level, sitting on the outer edge since the other couple took the inner one. Once comfortable, Zuko wrapped an arm around you, pulling you closer to his body.

“Comfy?”

“Yeah.” you pecked his cheek, eliciting a chuckle from him, which shook your body, causing you to laugh too.

“Why are we sitting in the nosebleed section? My feet can’t see a thing from up here!”

“Don’t worry, I’ll tell your feet what’s happening.” Katara assured Toph.

Just then, the lights dimmed, and the curtains began to open. You drummed your hands on your thighs in anticipation. Zuko smiled at your childlike excitement.

On the screen, awfully recreated versions of Sokka and Katara appeared, rowing a boat. Sokka quickly stood, pointing to him and Katara excitedly. Unfortunately, he bumped into Zuko by accident, who bumped into your head.

Your boyfriend gasped, cupping your head, “Sorry, Sokka bumped into me.”

“Don’t worry about it, it didn’t even hurt.”

He looked at you with a saddened expression, and you squeezed his hand in return.

“I’m starving!” you heard Sokka’s knock-off shout, the crowd erupting into hysterics.

The water tired siblings looked at one another in complete shock and annoyance.

“Is food the only thing on your mind?”

“Well, I'm trying to get it out of my mind, and into my mouth. I’m starving!”

“This is pathetic, my jokes are way funnier than this!”

You turned to Zuko, smiling, “Okay why was that actually funny. I didn’t expect him to say that.”

“That was far from funny.”

You gasped, clutching your heart. Just before you spoke, Toph began, laughing: “I think he’s got you pegged!”

“Every day, the world awaits a beacon to guide us, and yet, none appears.” Katara’s actor said, emotionally. “Still, we cannot give up hope, for hope is all we have! And we must never relinquish it, even,” she fell, sobbing. “Even to our dying breath!”

You looked back at Katara, “Well, that’s just silly. I don’t sound like that.”

Sokka and Suki were struggling to conceal their laughter, meanwhile Zuko just smirked, finding it funny. You covered your mouth with your hands, giggles escaping against your will.

“Oh man! This writer’s a genius!”

Suddenly, the screening darkened, and a blinding beam of light clouded your vision. You brought up your fingers to cover your eyes, only slightly helping you see.

“It appears to be someone frozen in ice. Perhaps for 100 years!”

You facepalmed, “No one would just guess that.”

Zuko shrugged, “I mean, I guessed it was the avatar then, and I was aware he was gone for 100 years.”

“Yeah, but they weren't.”

“Fair enough.”

“But who? Who is the boy in the iceberg?”

Aang excitedly leaned forward, practically vibrating at the excitement of his soon to be appearance.

“Waterbend! Ha-Ya!” Katara groaned at this, that’s not even how bending works!

After the actress made a choppy hand motion, the ice broke in half, smoke continuously oozing out. Just then, a lady in a bald cap emerged, winking comically. Aang did a double take, convinced his eyes were deceiving him.

“Who are you, frozen boy?”

The avatar’s actress giggled, “I’m the avatar, silly, here to spread joy and fun!”

“Wait, is that a woman playing me?”

You couldn’t help but notice the smile on your boyfriend’s features, raising a brow at his lack of compassion.

You jumped as a sudden beast popped up behind them, Zuko laughing at your reaction. Appa’s theatrical recreation was appalling, much like the play itself. You furrowed your brows as the creature made loud noises and jumped around.

“An airbender,” the waterbender’s performer exclaimed, “My heart is so full of hope that it’s making me tear-bend,”

“That’s a thing?” you asked your fellow waterbender, who shook her head in annoyance, barely hearing you over the sounds of the false sobs.

“My stomach is so empty that it’s making me tear-bend.” he also fell weeping, “I need meat!”

Aang’s stag player gasped, pointing somewhere in the distance, “But wait, Is that a platter of meaty dumpling?”

The avatar’s face was priceless, his head leaning on the safety bar.

“Oh! Where? Where?”

The performer laughed, an extremely fake sounding laugh, “Did I mention that I’m an incurable prankster?”

The crowd erupted into a, yet again, hysterical laughter, at a quite literally anti-funny punch line.

“Aren’t jokes meant to be funny?” Zuko whispered, jokingly confused.

You giggled, nodding at his comment.

“I don’t do that! That’s not what I’m like,” the young avatar said, exasperated, “And I’m not a woman!”

Toph snickered, “Oh! They nailed you twinkle-toes!”

Aang frowned.

Just then, a boat with an old fellow and a younger one with a high ponytail appeared sailing on a fire nation boat.

“Prince Zuko, you must try this cake.”

“I don’t have time to stuff my face, I must capture the avatar to regain my honour!”

Zuko winced, not enjoying this outside perspective of him.

“Well, while you do that, maybe I’ll capture another slice.” he ate loudly, the chewing noises loud and gross.

“You sicken me!”

Zuko folded his arms, “They make me look totally stiff and humourless.”

Katara, from her spot, replied, “Actually, I think that actor’s pretty spot on.”

“How could you say that?!” The actor for uncle Iroh’s voice boomed, “Let’s forget about the avatar and get massages.”

“How could you say that?!” ‘zuko’ responded loudly.

You giggled at your lover’s defeated face.

For a while, you lost focus on the play, but apparently, during that period, Aang found momo, Suki and Sokka met, they met king bumi, the trio was surrounded by pirates (because Katara stole a scroll).

Then there was that scene where the blue spirit saves Aang, which Zuko seemed uncomfortable watching, And of course then there was that whole Jet incident. Honestly, it was getting boring waiting for yourself to be introduced.

After many, many, more events, the intermission started.

“So far, the intermission is the best part of the play.” you shrugged, agreeing with the firebender.

“Apparently, the playwright thinks I’m an idiot who tells bad jokes about meat all the time.”

“Yeah, you tell bad jokes about plenty of other topics.” you giggled at the kyoshi warrior’s response.

“I know!”

“At Least the Sokka actor kinda looks like you, the woman playing the avatar doesn’t resemble me at all.” looks like he was taking this personally.

“I don’t know. You are more in touch with your feminine side than most other guys.”

He groaned, looking as if he was about to start a fight.

“Relax, Aang. They’re not accurate portrayals. It’s not like I’m a preachy crybaby who can’t resist giving over emotional speeches about hope all the time.”

Everyone started in silence, “What?” Katara asked.

“Yeah, that’s not you at all.” The avatar said, half heartedly.

“Listen friends, it is obvious the playwright did his research. I know it must hurt, but what you’re seeing up there is the truth.”

Just then, the call for reentering beckoned you all to go back to finish this atrocity. Your hands interlocked with Zuko’s as you walked, bodies even closer together this time around.

“Well here we are in the Earth Kingdom.”

“I’d better have a look around to see if I can find an earth bending teacher.” ‘Aang’ flew around.

“This is it! This must be where I come in!”

“I flew all over town, but I couldn't find a single earth bending master!”

“Here it comes!” toph yelped.

“You can’t find an earth bending master in the sky, you have to look underground.”

Everyone erupted into hysterics, Toph still in shock.

“Who are you?”

“My name’s Toph, because it sounds like tough, and that’s just what I am.”

“Wait a minute, I sound like a guy. A really buff guy”

“Well Toph, what you hear up there is the truth. It hurts, doesn’t it.”

“Are you kidding me? I wouldn’t have cast it any other way. At least it’s not a flying bald lady.”

Aang looked as if he was about to blow a fuse.

The actors had more talk with the Toph player, ending in him screaming for some reason.

You sat up straight again once you realised this should be when you come in.

“Your turn, Yn.” Sokka said, laughing.

The false gang were walking around some shops, exactly when you came in. Or, were supposed to. You furrowed your brows as the scene played out, and yet, you weren’t even there.

Katara looked at you, trying to get a feel for your mood - yet you were unreadable. Without a warning, you got up, Zuko’s arm falling down into the empty seat. You walked out before anyone could say anything to stop you, this was beyond humiliating. It wasn't a bad portrayal, it was worse - you weren’t even recognised as a member of the team. You sighed, arms crossed as you walked out onto the beach, soles of your shoes dipping in the clean sands of the Ember Island beach. Your face felt warm, a contrast to the freezing cold weather. Tears pricked your eyes as you recapped the thoughts, Am I that irrelevant? Boring? Why’d they cut me out? Immersed in your thoughts, you hadn’t felt the hot tears stream down your flushed cheeks. You were embarrassed, belittled, and excluded. Does everyone see you as an outsider to the gang? You huffed, roughly wiping the waterworks that never quite seemed to stop.

“Yn!” you heard a familiar voice call.

You shook your head, picking up the pace.

“Can you please talk to me?” Zuko called again, exasperated and clearly stressed.

You stopped walking, a pout on your face as he caught up. He stood behind you and lightly grabbed your arm, turning you to face him. Immediately, the firebender’s face softened, his calloused hands reaching up to wipe your tears. You leaned your face into his palm, and he pecked your cheek. You let out a deep breath, pushing yourself into his arms.

“What’s wrong darling?”

You shook your head ‘no’, “It’s not a big deal. Just being dramatic.” you let out a forced laugh at the end.

He knew you to be the type of person to respect others feelings, no matter how miniscule. But when it came to yourself, you always invalidated your own emotions, it hurt him to see you be so careless with yourself.

“It’s not dramatic if you're upset,” he spoke intently.

You sighed loudly, shutting your eyes, contemplating what to say -or actually, how to say it, “It- It’s like I’m not respected, or or even important enough to be recognised. I feel left out.”

He paused, waiting to see if you would continue, but you mistook his silence as judgement, and immediately pushed yourself away. “I know it isn’t as bad as anyone else’s it’s stupid but it’s like-”

“It’s not stupid. And it’s pretty bad.” he cut you off. “You are respected, at least in our group. Clearly the playwright made a mistake not including the funniest, prettiest,” he teased, stepping to you and pinching your sides, causing you to squirm. “Most amazing member.” Zuko kissed you quickly, more of a peck really.

You laughed, pulling him into a deeper, more passionate kiss, hands tangling in his messy hair. You rested your forehead on his, lips separating.

“I love you,” his cheeks glew a crimson red, making you snicker.

“I love you too,”

An: I really want to bite Zuko’s nose

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wodania · 9 months

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A compilation of poorly drawn Captain Flints bc I adore her.

Wodania pirate era is coming.

#captain flint #(the bird)#my sillies #treasure island

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ghostbandxyou · 2 years

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What the ghouls dress up as for Halloween

Swiss: sexy anything. Basically he just adds fishnets and a pair of pumps to any costume.

Dew: an angel for the funny hahas, but not a good costume like a lazy frat boy version.(literally just a white shirt with poorly drawn wings on the back) He's gonna drink all night anyways.

Ather: 2nd half of a couples costume his SO picked out. Hes not that picky whatever makes them happy.

Rain: (Boys gained a lot more confidence recently) He spends the whole month making a homemade goldfish costume. It turns out pretty good and hes very proud of it

Mountain: Classic Dracula esc vampire (fake fangs, cape, drawn on widows peak)

Cirrus: Fancy pirate costume. Spent hours picking over thrift shops looking for costume pieces

Cumulus: professional cosplay quality costume of her current favorite anime character (She worked on hers with rain)

Sunshine: black cat complete with the drawn on sharpie whiskers

#ghost band #the band ghost #ghost bc #nameless ghouls #nameless ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #aether ghoul #mountain ghoul #swiss army ghoul #swiss ghoul #cumulus ghoulette #cirrus ghoulette #sunshine ghoulette #the ghoulettes #halloween #halloween with ghost

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drzootsuit · 1 year

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Oh yeah, now that I'm done with the NPC's, I can share some cool little things: Notably, the fact that I drew all of them in a single document!

Here it is with every single layer turned on! Good gravy! I've been drawing in this same document since February.

Let's look at some of the cool stuff hidden inside!

This was the first attempt at designing the witch doctor! That's right, this was the second NPC I tried to make. The only reason this didn't actually end up being the Mod eater Witch doctor was because I was too lazy to color him and didn't want to post him until I did. This design was scrapped in favor of Jamundi, because the Party girl and merchant ate all the conman cake and the witch doctor as I originally envisioned him became redundant. Also this art is cool, but the design didn't have that Mod Eater remix to it yet.

Much later, I did these sketches, which became Jamundi. the stupid 'Jesse Skinkman' pun really helped me figure out a good direction for the character.

This was the first drawing of the party girl, that I almost immediately abandoned. Up until this point she had been remixed into a fastidious type-A organizer... but it fell flat in the art for me, and I completely pivoted her to be what we have now.

The wizard and Pirate were also attempted very early, but fell flat. The wizard was goofy, but not the right sort of goofy for me, and the pirate was hot, but beyond that the clothier had ended up with all of the 'hot older guy with skeleton curse' juice, so the pirate required much more remixing.

Also the weird little doodles in the corner there bely some of the more disconnected doodles in this document.

weird little hollow-knight-ish things, some vix jokes... and a pair of drawings, one of Brooding-ninja-highschool-parkour-scout, and one of edgy mario. both of these sketches are fresh as fuck honestly.

The vix on the far right though is not fresh. She is in fact so poorly drawn that she is angry I have failed to draw her that badly.

#mod eater #terraria #behind the curtain #mod eater blog

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cryptidwritings · 4 months

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Dark Water

Chapter 34 : Talon Eye Pt. 2

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cw: talk of buying and selling people. A person, in particular. Alcohol. Petty theft.

Burke leaned back in his seat while he looked through the contract he had drawn. In between his expert script there were additions; poorly written and sloppy. His brows furrowed as he absentmindedly groomed his mustache, reading a page, then flipping to another and back. With each minute, the pub's energy shifted from day-drinking pirates to those on shore leave; with nothing but time and the night to waste.

"So," Vincent fidgeted with his hat, "what do ye think?"

The Harbor Master stroked his chin, "Well Vince, looks like ye friend got ye at twenty percent ye profit, not just the interest on the boat."

"I was sixteen sheets to the wind when I supposedly signed the damn thing!"

"Can ye remember what he said to convince ye?"

Vince scoffed, "I'd forget my own ma's name that drunk. No. All I remember is drinking, then waking up with that in my hand."

"If it's illegitimate, why not settle it at ten paces?"

"I want him to learn a lesson, not dead on the beach."

"Why?"

"Personal reasons, mostly. If ye will accept that answer."

Burke took up the contract and looked through it again before his eye caught sight of Anne at the bar. She had a grin on her face as she entertained someone, playfully shoving them as she deftly lifted their coin from their pocket. He sighed.

"I tell ye what," he brought the papers together, tapping them on the table to line them up, "bring me two others to corroborate ye story, and I'll pay a personal visit to ye... friend."

Vincent smiled, taking the contract back from Burke's hands, "How much do I owe ye?"

Burke persed, "Instead of my fee, how about I let ye in on a business venture?"

The pirate's eyes darkened, "ye mockin' me, lad?"

The Harbor Master shook his head, "quite the opposite. Ye seem a decent fellow; a man of means with a good head on ye shoulders and a bit of moxy for a risk."

"What is it?"

Both men were leaned back in their seats as a bar maid came by and dropped another pint in front of Burke. Vincent, true to his word, hadn't touched his.

"I can't say without a level of commitment, unfortunately."

Vincent bit his cheek, "buying? selling?"

Burke shrugged, "ye buy once and I guarantee ye sell it for a hundred times over."

"Ye guarantee that?"

"Unless ye bad at negotiating."

The pirate took a deep breath and looked around. The sound of the door was a constant in the background, behind the hum of drunken conversations.

"Ye talkin' bodies, mate?" Vincent finally asked as his ocherous eyes settled back onto the Harbor Master.

"If ye want to know more, I need five gold in my hand."

Vince's eyebrow raised as he thought it over.

"I can't imagine what the pay-in would be."

"High risk, high reward, aye? Can't 'ave the council up my arse and come out of a flogging with nothin' but the bruises."

Vince smirked, then reached into his pocket, keeping an eye on Burke as his hand fiddled around, then stretched an arm out and dropped five gold coins in the center of the table. Burke watched them spin, then settle, and he gathered them up and put them in his chest pocket as he ushered the pirate closer.

...

Anne was a sip away from being fully drunk. She exit the pub with a pocket full of coin. Shillings, mostly. Not enough for a room, let alone Reid's payment.

"Anne!"

Burke's voice called from the front door. His boots walked further, then nearer. She didn't call to him, hoping somehow that her half-drunk haze would inspire a brilliant excuse as to why he, yet again, had no one to sell to.

He entered her peripheral, and he spotted her. As he approached, she turned her head toward him; tired under the light of the high moon.

"I thought ye left," he admitted, "ye got a buyer."

"What?"

She scrambled up, and Burke held out a purse; bigger than she had ever seen and still stretching to hold the weight. She looked at Burke, unable to keep in the sweeping relief as she felt tears fall from her eyes.

"W-who? How? I-" she held out her hand, and he lowered it in her palm.

Burke smiled. The moonlight bounced off his golden hair like a halo, and Anne gripped onto the purse, wiping the tears from her face before stepping forward and planting a kiss on Burke's cheek. He took a risk and wrapped his arms around her. She didn't protest.

"Vincent," he held her close, "turns out he deals with those Lumrey bastards; trading and all, and knows they'll want ye lad. Paid forty up front, and promised another sixty at drop off."

"And ye believe 'es good fer it?"

"Aye, I'll make sure of it. Ye just need to have the lad at the dock in two weeks, after dusk," he kissed Anne on the forehead, "ye can rest ye head, now."

She looked up at him, drifting into the other side of her light intoxication. The relief of it all made her feel weightless and untouchable; something she hadn't felt in such a long time that even the memory of that type of life existing began to fade.

"Thank ye, Burke. I- I can't tell ye 'ow much this means to me."

He hugged her close, resting his chin lightly on her head, "just rest, Anne. It's all good."

"Let me make it up to ye," she said.

"No need-"

"-Please," she touched his chin with her nose, taking in the scent of his skin, "I don't mind."

Burke's eyebrows raised, "I think ye might be a little drunk."

"Not drunk enough to ask anyone but ye," Anne pocketed the money with a shrug, "but if ye don't want to-"

"-now don't go puttin' words in my mouth, lass," he grinned, refusing to allow his hands to leave her body again, "how about we get to walking, and we'll see if ye change ye mind before we get there, aye?"

taglist: @sparrowsage @kixngiggles @honey-is-mesi @annablogsposts

#pirate whump #whump writing #whump series #whump community #whumpblr #dark water by jovi #alcohol tw

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onlylostphysics · 1 year

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@ofmdjanuaury Day 6: Canonverse AU

Basically a continuation of yesterday's JS&MN AU, now with 100% more Ed.

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It's not magic, what Ed does. His mum always made sure he knew that.

She would rub his chest when he was sick, two fingers tracing circles over his skin, and shush him when he asked what she was doing. She would tap her fingers against the pot when she was cooking, and stop whenever anyone asked about it. She had a way of mending things that always made them stronger than before, the needle in one hand, her fingertip scratching shapes with the other, and Ed swears you couldn't even see the damage when she was done.

"It's just the way I was taught," she would say, and didn't teach him anything but the prayers to make yourself small.

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He traces the grain of the rail as he watches the horizon, wishing for a breath of wind, and thinks only of luck as a breeze starts to tangle with his hair.

He taps his fingers against the wheel as he spins the ship away from the British, praying for a storm to hide them from those hateful dots on the horizon, and thinks only of his goddess as thunder rolls in from the west.

He paints kohl around his eyes as he thinks of fear and shadows and the looming dark, and watches a sailor piss himself just because Ed looked him in the eye. He sets barrells alight to create fog and finds the real thing rising up from the boards beneath his feet. He runs his hands along a splintered mast, bare palm to raw wood as he thinks of a grand tree growing strong and old, and watches it knit itself back together like --

Fuck it, it's magic, he can do fucking magic. He doesn't know how to explain it and if he stops and actually thinks about what he's doing it falls apart like a poorly knotted line, but magic springs out of him in the same way he can listen to a song once and find the notes waiting in the keys -- his fingers know what to do, even if he doesn't have the words to shape it.

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"And this is my pride and joy!" Stede says, flinging an arm wide as he flourishes towards his bookshelves. He already looks healthier -- Ed had trembled his hand over Stede's side while Stede slept, not quite touching as he tried to remember the shapes his mum had drawn on his skin, and in the end he had just rested his palm over the bandage and thought of all the ways ropes could be spliced together.

"Incredible," Ed breathes. "And you've read all of these?"

"Many times! These are just my favourites. This side is for pirate history, biographies, that kind thing, but I've also got botany, natural history, theoretical magic, ancient magic, a few on seafaring, a brilliant --"

"Magic?" Ed cuts across.

"Mm!" Stede says, his eyes bright as he nods. "Are you interested in magic, Ed?"

"Can you do any real magic?" Ed says, sitting upright.

Stede laughs, and then his smile falters, shifts like a mirror. "Well, no one's been able to do real magic for centuries," he says, looking at Ed. A beat, and then: "Would you like to see some?"

"Fuck, yeah," Ed says, and Stede beams.

Stede gets a bowl and jug of water, setting both on the desk by the window. He gets a book, and some salt, and three silver spoons and some dried flowers and a gold chain wrapped around a glass bottle, which he sets down with a flourish.

"My own little addition," Stede says, like that should mean something. "I've only been able to do this three times, but I've found the bottle really helps."

"Right," Ed says, frowning at it all.

"Right," Stede says, and flips open the book. He starts humming to himself as he pours the water into the bowl, and arranges the things around it, presses a kiss to one of the spoons and stirs it in the water three times before tapping it against the side, crushes one of the flowers and sprinkles it over the surface, blows on it, clutches the bottle for a beat, and then dances his hand over the water like he's kneading bread.

Ed's fingers twitch. The water, sluggishly, starts to spiral, and Stede curls his hand as the whirlpool takes shape, a tiny swirling divot in the centre of his wash bowl.

"There! See! I did it!" Stede exclaims, and Ed hums.

"Nice one," he says, and then, "But why didn't you just..." he starts, and fidgets his fingers over the water like they've been itching to do.

The whirlpool jumps like a rock has been dropped into it and then shoots upwards, drawing up and out of the bowl until it's a perfectly contained, six-inch high, tornado.

"Oh," Stede says, his voice faint, and he's very close when he turns his head to look at him. He's grinning, everything about him brighter than the noonday sun, and Ed feels the warmth of it sink all the way through his ribs. "Ed! You didn't tell me you were a magician!"

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There's more of this AU on day 14: magic ✨

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letsasoiaftogether · 2 years

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She-Kraken’s Sailor...

IMAGINE...being a crew member of a merchant ship that is attacked by the crew of Asha Greyjoy’s longship, Black Wind

Author’s Note: I don’t really know where this idea came from but I hope you all enjoy it! (sorry for the title of the imagine, i thought it was clever lmao)

Word Count: 3,781

Warning: OOC!canon character! SMUT/NSFT/Degradation, Choking, Blood/Bruises (it’s ASOIAF/GOT, it is what it is lmao)

Other: Male!Reader/Please don’t skin me alive for a poorly written Asha Greyjoy! I’ve written Yara (in a wlw type of way) a handful of times, but Asha is a little new to me!

The trip from the Free Cities had been quiet and unproblematic. The deals made through trading with the Braavosi had gone better than your captain could have dreamt of, and the winds remained steady to and from Volantis. Ever since war broke out in Westeros, sea travel had been twice as difficult as when Robert Baratheon still sat the throne.

You didn’t care. Difficult or not, all you wanted was to get back to the Vale and rest up. You had been fortunate enough to remain out of the conflict between the noble houses, something was probably conceived through greed and stupidity, and you had every intention to keep things that way.

Thank the gods for keeping the Vale out of the nonsense.

Even at Gulltown you heard the whispers about Lord Arryn’s widow, but that didn’t stop you from being grateful that she had kept her fighting men out of the War of the Five Kings. You could win a bar or brothel fight, but sword or bow weren’t your area of expertise and it wasn’t like you had a decade to learn.

With a sigh and one last look over your shoulder at Volantis, you slipped below deck to try and get some sleep while you could.

Kicking your boots off and pulling your tunic over your head, you settled into your hammock situated in the corner and groaned as your body relaxed. It had been far too long since you had had a proper bed and a proper night’s sleep.

What I wouldn’t give to have a warm body pressed to mine…

The two of you wouldn’t even have to be naked…

Who knew how long you had been asleep, but it felt like you had only been lulled into unconsciousness by the sway of the ship when the sound of clashing swords and screams ripped you from your dream of beautiful women.

For a moment you considered hiding. You weren’t about to risk your life against some pirates if you could hide and wait it out.

And then you were cursing yourself for being a coward and grabbing the sword from next to your hammock. It was a simple blade, nothing special, and it had never drawn blood from another person before.

The main deck was chaos. Bodies, blood, and the last few men of the crew you had served for nearly five years were doing their best to fight the invaders, but it was obvious they were no match.

You swung at the nearest enemy and got lucky to catch them off guard (they had only just been turning to face you), the blade of your sword cutting into his side and drawing blood that immediately covered his side as you shoved him aside and dove (stupidly) into the fray.

Outnumbered four to one (probably closer to eight to one), you fought your way toward the body of your captain – an older gentleman who had been stern but never uncaring toward those who made up his crew. It appeared as if his throat had been slashed and nothing further. You couldn’t help but think of the mercy in that as you dropped down beside him, a quick prayer slipping from your lips as you closed his eyes.

“Y/n!” Your head lifted and landed on a pot belly of a man that had been pressed against the side of the ship with his stomach split open and his insides slowly spilling out. His face was familiar but you couldn’t remember his name.

Momentarily stuck staring at the man in horror, you watched as one of the marauders stepped forward – laughing in what you could only describe as delight – and shoed the pot-bellied man overboard. In the common tongue, he shouted something about being “food for the kraken” which caused the others of his crew to burst out into laughter as they finished up their own fights.

Just as you went to stand, or to attempt to stand as your legs felt unsteady (a feeling you hadn’t had in over a decade) suddenly, you felt hot breath on the back of your neck and left ear. A chill went down your spine, any ounce of courage left you as you knew you had been bested and to try and fight for your life was pointless (in that moment at least).

“Are you enjoying the show, friend?” Her voice was rough, but not unattractive. It was sort of gravelly, low and rough, with an obvious mix of amused mockery. Her fingers, long and rough, wrapped around your throat from behind and tilted your head back until you were staring up at her.

She wasn’t unattractive, but she didn’t have the traditional sense of beauty neither. Dressed in a brown tunic with long sleeves (wet from either the sea or blood, probably both), black breeches that clung to the muscles of her legs and ass, and a pair of black leather boots that stopped just below her knees. Her hair was dark and short, and her eyes were dangerous.

“See something you like?” she laughed harshly just before hitting you across the face with the butt of her axe, knocking you onto your stomach before shouting out orders to her crew.

Spitting a small wad of blood onto the deck, you watched the way she commanded the group and the way they listened without question. Clearly, this woman had been in charge for some time and was capable enough to have hardened, mean looking men at her disposal.

You could have tried to run. At the least you could have managed to get overboard, but you would be stranded in the middle of the Narrow Sea. You doubted they would leave the ship without setting it ablaze first. You could have gotten away, but you would have then drowned or dyed from dehydration and starvation if some sea creature hadn’t eaten you first.

There was also the curiosity that had planted itself in you at the fact she hadn’t immediately killed you. Sure, maybe she enjoyed playing with her kill first, but why would she choose you over the captain? Or over one of the more seasoned (and better looking) men?

They killed every member of the merchant crew except for you and the cook.

Even the dumbest of pirates know to leave the cook alive.

The cook was taken below deck to cook a meal for the winning crew, and you were retrained in the Captain’s cabin – your arms behind your back with the ropes digging into your bare chest and wrapped around the single wooden post in the center of the room. A piece of dirty cloth had been shoved between your teeth and tied at the back of your head, muffling any noise you attempted to make.

So, you didn’t bother to make any.

Not so patiently, but with no other choice, you sat there with your legs crossed in front of you and your eyes on the door waiting for her to return.

Her.

Greyjoy.

You may not have been a noble, but you weren’t a lackwit.

Anyone who traveled the seas knew to look for the kraken banner, and you had spotted it clearly when you were being dragged to the cabin.

You didn’t know her name, but you knew her family. And you knew how dangerous it was to be captured by her.

They left you alone for what felt like an eternity. You had never been great at keeping track of time, and the pain in your jaw from where the woman had hit you with her axe was enough of a distraction that even if you tried, you would have lost count a hundred times.

The irritation and nerves had just begun to become too much for you, your body shifting back and forth as if it was actually possible to get yourself free from how tightly they had bound you with the ropes, when you heard the sound of approaching footsteps from outside.

It was her. The steps were heavy, sure, but not heavy enough to be any of the men you had seen up to that point.

She was wearing a smirk when she stepped through, shutting the door with a mocking twirl of her axe before moving closer to you. “Are you thirsty? Hungry? That cook of yours made a beef stew. It smells a bit like shit, but it’s filling enough.” As she spoke, she grabbed a chair from somewhere behind you and moved to place it in front of you.

You didn’t bother to hide your gaze as you watched her straddle it. You figured, if you were going to die soon, you might as well get some enjoyment from watching a woman’s figure before you went to answer to the gods.

“I bet you want to know why I haven’t killed you yet.” She said, tossing her axe onto the bed that was nailed to the wall some feet away, “To be honest, I thought about it when I came up behind ya, was just going to slit your throat and be done with ya.”

You raised a brow, silently asking her why she hadn’t. Not that you weren’t a little grateful that you were still breathing. You were still looking forward to getting home, to your cottage, and your bed.

“Perhaps I’m a bit like my Uncle Euron. Perhaps I just like to play with my food before feasting.”

The back of her hand hit your cheek, just as you had expected, and then she was grabbing your chin and pulling the gag from your mouth. Her gaze was piercing as she glared at you.

“Uncle Euron?” you managed to ask past the dryness of your mouth, “Is that a pet name or is there real relation?”

She punched you that time. Thrice.

She may have been a woman but…

You had to compliment her after spitting more blood from your mouth and noting your lip had been split open, “You punch harder than my pa used to.”

You didn’t see a reason for it, but she hit you once more for that.

“Are there any sorts of treasures on board? Anything my crew wouldn’t have found?” She asked after a few minutes of silence. The chair had been abandoned (it seemed to irritate her that it prevented her from hitting you as hard as she wished to), and she was instead crouched down in front of you – your mouths a mere four or five inches apart. “Gold, jewels? Fuck, maybe even rare, rich silks?”

“You think my Captain was a smart enough man to have some...secret hiding place? He was a widow, My Lady.” You smirked at her irritation, especially at the title, but figured if she wanted to avoid nobility labels, she shouldn’t have been sailing a longship with a kraken banner and being the clear, obvious Captain of the crew. “All he wanted was to make some money so he could be comfortable until he died.” You added, your voice a little softer now as you thought about the man and how, you hoped, he was at peace with his late wife wherever people ended up when they died.

To be fair, you didn’t entirely believe that Captain Ames was too stupid to hide things. He was an old man who had been alive for the reigns of King Jaehaerys and his successor the Mad King, followed by the Rebellion and crowning of King Robert and his son, Joffrey. He was, at least, smarter than you. And you would have had a secret compartment somewhere on the ship…just in case.

“What’s your name, sailor?”

“Y/n,” You didn’t bother to not answer her, your attention returning to her as you asked, “What’s yours, My Lady?” It was most definitely meant to be snarky and to annoy her. You were really starting to enjoy the way her face twisted in annoyance every time you opened your mouth to speak.

“I am the daughter to the King of the Iron Islands, you have the privilege to be speaking to his heir.”

“Wonderful,” None of that told you her name, however. You were a peasant. You had better, more important, things to do with your time than memorize the names of ever King and runner up Kings.

Her boot slammed into your stomach before she had a hold of your hair and had slammed your head against the wooden column behind you, “That ship out there is called Black Wind, I am its captain. Asha Greyjoy.”

You couldn’t tell if she was angry that you didn’t know of her, or just…angry in general.

Still, she was angry about something and she chose to take it out on you.

Brutally.

By the time she took a break, you had no doubt that your face was bruised – your lips were definitely swollen and you could taste the blood from them and from your nose which didn’t feel broken but was fucked in some way or another. You wouldn’t have been surprised if a few of your ribs were broken, either, and at least two fingers on your left hand were broken.

You didn’t need a mirror to know that you looked like you had been tortured.

And, you supposed, technically you had been. At least Asha chose to keep her dirk sheathed and the axe on the bed.

For now.

“…okay, okay.” You panted, wincing in pain as speaking caused your chest to move and your ribs to protest, “If…if the Captain had anything...stashed away…it would probably be under the window seat. It…it lifts.” More than once, you had seen Ames pull bottles of ale from there when he didn’t want the entire crew drinking.

The she-kraken’s gaze narrowed as she pulled the dirk from its sheath at her waist and pressed it against your neck, “Any funny business…”

“I would never,” you breathed out, offering a forced smile as well as she moved away from you, over to the line of windows at the back of the cabin.

The seat being lifted was distinct, as there was a latch that had to be undone to do so. And then there was a chuckle and a small bit of noise like she was rummaging around.

You flinched ever so slightly as she reappeared in front of you with a bottle of Summer Isle rum in each hand, one bottle swinging a little too close to the side of your head.

“I want to hate you,” she admitted, leaning down so your lips were barely an inch apart “But you can take a punch and any man who will take a beating at the hands of a woman and not complain…”

“Is a smart man?” you offered as her sentence trailed off, brow raised as you watched her. Genuine humor on your tongue as you added, “Any man who sails these seas with the krakens about, you and your lot and the real things across the ocean, need be able to take a beating if they are to survive. Otherwise, these seas would be too boring. For you and for me.”

A laugh slipped from her lips as she sat down in your lap and sat the two bottles of rum down on either side of you. “You’re full of shit.”

You admitted to that without shame. “I’m a sailor, a fisherman, and a trader. I can punch but swinging a blade? Only when I must.”

Asha opened one of the bottles and took a long drink of it before pressing it to your lips, tipping it to where a good bit slipped onto your tongue a few, large drops rolled down your chin and onto your bare chest. “I noticed. No true warrior would have gotten distracted during a fight.”

“To the victor goes the spoils, and to the defeated goes a never-ending sleep.”

Together, the two of you drank through both bottles of rum.

Asha was a seasoned drinker, as were you, but the rum was strong.

The second bottle was only half emptied when the she-kraken’s long, strong, and rough fingers were wrapped around your throat, and she was whispering all the things she could do with you being restrained as you were.

You encouraged her.

What man wouldn’t want one last go-around before it was permanent lights out?

By the time the second bottle was finished, her tongue was in your mouth winning dominance as you gave what little control you had left over your person to her (not that she was exactly asking for permission).

You didn’t even notice that her breeches had been removed at some point in between the drinking, the choking, the dirty talk, and the kissing. It wasn’t until her bare knee brushed momentarily against your side that you lowered your gaze, locking in on her cunt and light skin atop your trousers.

Her fingers tightened on your neck, stopping any air from getting through, as her body moved against yours, rubbing her cunt roughly against the bulge in your trousers.

Groaning, you closed your eyes and let your head fall back. You were completely at her mercy, and even though you knew that you should have been fighting her, that anyone else in your position would have been cursing her to every one of the seven hells, but her hand wrapped around your throat and the roughness of her bites to your skin were far more enjoyable than painful.

You were painfully aware of her moving against you, and even more so as she took her hand from your throat and took off your trousers, leaving you bare to her. You watched her watch you, her dark gaze moving over every inch of you until coming to rest on your manhood.

You had always thought it on the average side of things in both length and girth, but the way she stood there staring at you nearly gave you an ego.

“When was the last time you had a good fuck?” She asked it conversationally, as if the two of you were just seated around a table drinking somewhere. The wicked smirk on her lips, however, shattered that illusion.

She was mocking you, trying to decide how much torture she was going to put you through as she rode you right there in the cabin of a rival captain she and her men had murdered for sport.

“You share first.” You mumbled, licking at your lips – the taste of Summer Isle rum still on your lips. Your own voice was hazy with lust and addled pain, your eyes watching her as closely as was possible when one was swelling, and half closed due to it.

Rough fingers were wrapped around your throat once more, squeezing until your head began to explode with pain and your vision darkened.

Her lips pressed into your ear as she settled herself over you, her hand wrapped around your shaft – squeezing just enough to draw a weak moan from your lips. “You should be better behaved for someone whose very life is in my hands.”

The words would have been more menacing if she hadn’t grunted in pleasure, her body tightening around the intrusion as her cunt greedily accepted your cock.

Just as the darkness in your vision began to pull you under, the she-kraken dropped, completely, down onto your lap and pulled her hand away, your hips bucking up to meet her and a long moan of pleasure running off your tongue.

There was no pause and adjustment, her lust filled gaze – one that could rival any man you had ever known – met the disoriented one of yours, and then she was rocking and bouncing like her life depended on it as you arched your hips the best you could with the ropes holding you in place.

She had the body of a woman, but she fucked like a man who hadn’t seen a pair of tits in a hundred years.

Her nails dug into your chest, drawing blood, and she moved her body against yours so roughly it was almost like she was trying to punish herself as much as she was punishing you.

Not that I would call this part a true punishment.

“Asha!” the shout of her name from beyond the door made you freeze but the she-kraken continued in her movements, “We need to go!” the deep voice called out, but the door didn’t open to the cabin.

“Give me a moment!” your companion called out just before she grabbed your chin and kissed you, her tongue brushing over your bottom lip before slipping into your mouth – greedily accepting the whimper of pleasure you let out.

You tried to hold yourself back, tried to put every inch of concentration into not finishing before her.

But then her inner walls squeezed around you and, although faint, you felt her shudder. And that was the last straw for your self-control.

Grunting, you slammed your hips upward, ignoring how the ropes dug into your bare chest as the tip of your shaft slammed as deep into her as was possible and you hit your release just seconds before she went completely still and spasmed around you.

The force of your release must have dropped you into unconsciousness for a short time because the next thing you knew a fully dressed Asha was opening the door, her and the other iron born looking over at your naked body.

“Do you want me to slit his throat or leave him to burn alive?” the man questioned, his attention now fully on the she-kraken who continued to watch you, silently.

A small groan slipped from your lips, the pure exhaustion in your body setting in fully now that all the excitement was over.

But you were still conscious enough to know that you didn’t want to die.

Not yet.

Despite being a peasant in comparison to her noble blood, and despite being a prisoner of hers, some small part of you wanted her to take you with her. You knew about salt wives and couldn’t see why there couldn’t be salt husbands as well. Fuck. You wouldn’t even need that title. You’d gladly be a part of her crew if that’s what she wanted from you.

Any other man would have slit their own throats before ever considering it, but you liked to think you were a logical man. Why choose death when you could live and have pleasure on the daily as you had there that night?

Of course, you could go without getting the shit beat out of you before each fuck.

“I paid the iron price. He’s coming.”

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Pirate Sightseeing

Day 3 - map

@wagner-fell @chibi-tsukiko @littleturtle95

1997

Matthias shouldn’t have been surprised that Iceland was a cold country. A very cold country.

Having been born and raised for the most part in Osaka —where the summers were short and the winters long and freezing— he’d thought he’d stand indifferent in the face of lower temperatures, but nope. He wouldn’t stop shaking, and he was sure that if he sneezed, his snot would freeze up in no time. At least Lei seemed to be holding up better than him: her 17th-century western pirate attire may have looked comical Aboveground, but all those leathers were both comfortable and really warm. Also, she was the one holding the torch, so there’s that.

“Can you switch the torch to your left hand?” Matthias asked her “My balls are so far up my body they’re going to come out of my throat and that won’t be nice.”

Lei scrunched her nose, her lips twitching upwards. “Too much information, Matt,” she mock-complained as she passed the torch from one hand to another “Are we far?”

Matthias glanced down at his map. Supposedly, it depicted the path to a random Icelandic coast which had, in the 24th of June of 1627, been the scenario for one of the Turkish Abductions. He’d bought the map for an exia from an imlium who morphed into a chair immediately after being given the money, and the map was… not the best. Matthias had asked for a map in any of the languages he knew —Hebrew, Yiddish, Japanese and English— but had received it in Phoenician instead. The imlium had argued that he looked Mediterranean, so he should start learning the language of his prehistoric ancestors.

Matthias was not Mediterranean. He was a Scottish Jew from Japan who looked like the stereotypical tourist in a Mediterranean country. Matthias had been scammed.

“We should be close,” he said “I don’t understand a thing on this map, but we’ve been walking for hours.”

Lei hummed. She wasn’t one to express her emotions excessively, but Matthias was her best friend and could recognise the glint in her eyes as murder. “We should go back to that chair,” she proposed in a dangerous tone.

Matthias laughed. “Nah, I’ve got this under control. Let’s just sit down for a moment.”

The landscape wasn’t exactly welcoming for it, though. Aboveground Iceland was ensconced in darkness for a quarter of a year, and December was one of the three lucky months wherein the sun simply wouldn’t come out (hence why they carried a torch around). They were out in the wilderness, too, which meant they were easy prey for any predator lurking nearby. This was a fun trip.

Lei sat on the first big rock they came across, and Matthias sat crosslegged at her feet.

“Okay,” he began “We must be here,” he pressed a finger against a drawing of (hopefully) a clump of rocks “And we need to get to this coast,” he slid his finger to the edge of a poorly-drawn beach.

“Yes.”

“So we need to follow this path,” his finger went back and forth between their current location and the beach “Easy.”

Lei didn’t look so sure. She huffed out a curse in Mandarin and stood up, her torch held high like a pole to bear. Its light didn’t cover an ample radius, but they could make do with it. Matthias hoped so, at least. He felt an odd feeling of concern upsetting his stomach as he glanced at the near-impenetrable darkness. Iceland was the perfect place for Lei —it emanated the danger she thrived in— and if it weren’t for the fact that they were on a mission, she might be enjoying herself immensely. Take out the stars and moon, and snuff out the fire, and you’d get the human equivalent of Alliance Day: darkness upon darkness upon darkness, but this time walkable.

“I’ve always wanted to tread the streets when they’re like this,” she’d confessed last Alliance Day.

They’d been seating on Matthias’s bed, back at his new house in Tokyo. They’d been facing his window while the rest of his family and the Mochizukis were downstairs, very much trying not to pay attention to the darkness Lei so hungrily stared into. Her head had been resting on Matthias’s shoulder; it had been the only thing keeping him from cringing back to the rest.

“We’ll get there sooner or later,” Matthias now said, rolling the map and joining Lei. He put a hand on her shoulder “We can’t be far. Come on, light the way.”

She obliged, but didn’t say anything. In fact, she didn’t speak for the short remainder of the journey. Matthias’s concern grew to the point he could hardly focus on the path ahead. The same issue that had prompted Lei to spend Alliance Day in Tokyo, not in Shanghai, had only worsened with the passage of the months, and as a result, she’d grown prickly, snappish when confronted by anyone (including Linette) outside their close circle, and overly-obsessed with their ‘task’. It all stunk of self-destructive behaviour to Matthias.

When they reached the beach half an hour later, Lei heaved a grand sigh of relief. “Finally,” she turned to Matthias, a small smile playing on her lips that didn’t quite reach her eyes “Now we gather our intel.”

Had it been anyone else, Matthias would have returned the superficial smile and started the glimpsing into the past. But this was Lei; Lei who was his best friend and who he loved and who he had swore never to be dishonest to. So he gently took her hand and asked, “Sit down for a sec with me?”

Lei frowned. “What’s wrong?”

“You are,” he didn’t like how harsh he’d sounded, and elaborated on that “You’re overworking yourself.”

Her shoulders fell. The torch was in between them, casting strange shadows behind Lei. “I know that,” she said “But it’s the only thing keeping my mind off my family,” her voice came out faster, her tone higher “If for one moment I dare to stop, I am reminded of how my mother shouted at me and how my sister did nothing. All because I won’t adhere to a set of ridiculous norms they worship for no good reason whatsoever,” she clutched Matthias’s hand tighter, threading their fingers together “Spending time with you doing this,” she gestured round, to the coast “Is a safe haven right now. Even if it’s not healthy.”

For the last couple of weeks, they had been travelling around the world to get as much information as they could on different historical pirates. They had studied Barbarossa’s looting of southern Iberia, discovered some of Captain Kidd’s hidden treasure, gone to Honduras to see how l'Olonnais ate a Spaniard’s heart and to Panama to see how an indigenous tribe burned him alive (Matthias had had trouble sleeping for a week straight after that)… The only notable pirate they hadn’t investigated was Zheng Yi Sao, partly because she would need way more analysing than the rest, and mostly because Lei had been living with Matthias since February and didn’t want to set foot in China until her mother apologised.

“You haven’t been sleeping well,” he sighed “I can hear you pacing up and down all night.”

Lei’s jaw hardened near indiscernibly. “I thought you hadn’t noticed.”

“It’s hard not to when your room is next to mine. What do you spend all night doing? Choosing where next to see pirates?”

She nodded. “Or revising what we know about the ones we’ve already seen. I want to come up with the best strategy possible for when the time comes.”

“The time won’t come for a long time and you know it.”

“Regardless,” Lei stood up, pulling him up by their joined hands in the process “Let me worry about it instead of my mother’s impending disowning of me. Please.”

Matthias wanted to protest, but couldn’t find any compelling arguments. He was no one to tell Lei what to do, especially when his family adored him despite everything. So, he followed Lei when she went to the shore, and started glimpsing into the morning of the 24th of June of 1627.

He narrated everything he saw so that she could take notes, and even sketched on a large piece of paper the most important aspects of the raids so that they could go back to it later, this time with Dahlia and Xuegang present. They stayed like that, working like a well-oiled machine, for a duration of more than three hours.

“That’s enough for today,” Matthias exhaled, laying down on the ground and massaging his temples “By Roxia, my eyes hurt.”

Lei wiggled closer to him. She seemed tired, but the previous stress had disappeared from her shoulders. “If you take a nap, I’ll keep watch,” and she smiled.

“Nah, I’m too hungry for that,” as if on cue, Matthias��s stomach roared “See?”

“Want to grab some snacks in Reykjavik?”

“No way,” he sat up “No offence to any Icelandic folks, but I hate their cuisine. Besides, I’m craving something familiar, something Jewish. You’ve never eaten Ashkenazi food, right?”

Lei shook her head, amused.

“We’re eating some now, then,” Matthias stood up and offered her a hand “There’s this restaurant in Mirror Krakow my family visits when there’s something to celebrate.”

“And do we have something to celebrate?”

“Of course!” Matthias pointed downwards, where the torch’s fire illuminated a mass of scribbled-on papers scattered on the black sand “We have learned great stuff.”

And he truly meant it. The pirates that started the Turkish Abductions (which, by the way, were Algerian and not Turkish as one might be led to believe) had employed techniques they hadn’t seen before. And while that particular knowledge wasn’t useful to Lei —whose fighting style couldn’t be bettered by humans— it was useful to Xuegang, and perhaps even to Dahlia. Matthias couldn’t wait to let his best friends in on how much of a win today had been.

Lei’s dark eyes shone as if she could read his thoughts. “Step forward, Matt.”

Matthias obliged, and she wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and hugged him. Likewise, his own arms locked around her back to eagerly return the embrace. He couldn’t have guessed how long they stayed in that position, only that there was more than satisfaction over today in Lei’s end. There was gratitude, too, and filial love.

When they finally stopped hugging, Lei’s eyes were ever so slightly watery. She laughed quietly and ruffled Matthias’s hair. “I don’t care what my mother says: you’re the best friend I could’ve ever asked for. I’m not ashamed of you nor will I ever be. I’m eternally grateful for you, Matt.”

#oc-tober 2022 #oc tober 2022

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medicus-felini · 2 months

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hello im a new follower! love your oc so farr!! ‘ hc ‘ + Parents ‘ hc ‘ + Relationship towards Kid's Pirates Ethics towards plundering and killing people around

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Size:

Linn's family is big. BIG. While her parents only had two children - Herself and her formerly older sister - the rest of the family tree is huge, with countless cousins, uncles, aunties and the like. Family gatherings are a real festival, if one might say so. They are important to mink culture & are being taken very seriously. One thing Linn probably will never get over is the little stinging guilt she feels when looking at the calendar in her office and noticing that one of her, I don't know, third grade cousins is having their birthday today & she can't attend the party because she is stuck out on the ocean.

Occupations:

Her closer family circle [ Mom, Dad, Grannies and Grandpas ] all work or have worked in the medical field. Her father owns a popular apothecary & is a widely known doctor himself. Not only that, but her mother was a nurse for most of her life & fell in love with the handsome doc one day & started a family :3c The medical game is heavily rooted, which she holds a certain amount of healthy pride in.

Mink Races:

Still staying in the closer circle, Linn's mom-side of the family is purely feline. It appears the cat genes are dominant, since both kids turned out to be kittens. More versatile would be her father's side, with daddy being a hyena mink. Her dad's father, also a hyena, married a rabbit mink (bunny granny is the most open-minded person in the whole family, lmao). The rest of her whole family tree shines with a wide arrangement of races which I will not get into, but you catch my drift.

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will be here because this post is long enough already :>

#waxgentleman #Thank you pookie I bet he just wants to know what he is getting himself into :3c #⚕ ⦅ Deep in thoughts. ⦆⠀⠀/ hc .

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potestmagice · 2 years

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Once Upon a Time fanfiction excerpt

Link to the full story here. I elaborated on the whole Will Scarlet and the book of Alice's Adventures in Wonderland bit, where Will still remembers Anastasia (the Red Queen) and still wants to be with her.

Emma walked out of her sheriff’s office and towards the cell that Will Scarlet was in after being arrested the previous night for drunken behaviour. Which also ruined her date night with Hook.

Will laid on the uncomfortable bed of the cell, groaning, before turning his head, which was where he saw Emma approaching the bars of the cell. “Oh, bloody hell,” he cursed.

“Good morning, sunshine,” Emma greeted, leaning into the cell. “Wanna tell me why you broke into the library last night?”

“The what?” Will asked, then remembered where he had been the previous night. “Oh, that’s what that place was? I just thought it was a poorly stocked pub.”

“Okay, I get it. Every town needs a village idiot. But your little stunt pulled me away from an important investigation. And it also interrupted my night off. Start talking.”

“The last thing I remember is running away from you,” Will said. “And then, I celebrated my escape with a nice bottle of whisky.”

Emma held up the book what she was holding. “Did you celebrate with all your friends?” she asked. “Alice and the White Rabbit?”

Will’s eyes widened at the sound of those names. His friends. He hadn’t heard of them – or seen them – in months. Not since the wedding. He turned his head towards Emma and saw the book she was holding. Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland. Though the illustration was off. Alice never looked anything like the girl on the cover. And never did the Caterpillar. Will got up off the bed quickly. And he approached the bars.

“This was on you in the library,” Emma stated, then pulled out a ripped page from her pocket. The page was clearly from the book. “This was in your pocket.”

Will looked down at the page. But, more importantly, it was the person drawn on the page. “Anastasia,” he whispered to himself. He had missed her every day. He thought he would be with her, like the old times. But he had found himself in Storybrooke again. He didn’t know how but he didn’t want to be there. He wanted to be with her. With Anastasia. But how could he go back there? To Wonderland?

“Anastasia?” Emma had heard him whisper. “Does she mean anything to you?”

Will was silent. She was his past. She was supposed to be his future, too. He didn’t want to share his past – or future – with any old person. And certainly not the sheriff of this town. “Nope,” he lied. “Doesn’t mean a thing.”

“You said a name. Who’s Anastasia?”

“No one that you would know. Or understand.”

Emma frowned. She was getting nowhere with him. “Okay. What about your eye? Did you get a look at whoever gave you that shiner?”

Will looked behind Emma and saw Hook enter the room. “Now, that is an interesting question, isn’t it?” he asked, recognizing the pirate as the one who gave him his black eye.

Emma turned around when she heard footsteps approaching. “Where were you?” she asked.

“Sorry, love. I just got your message. I …” Hook said, though he didn’t know what to say. Or how to explain what he had been doing the previous night.

“It’s okay,” Emma smiled. “I just need another minute here.” She turned back to face Will. “You were about to tell me who did that to your face.”

“It’s a bloody mystery to me,” Will lied. “Your guess is s good as mine. Must’ve been some party, eh?”

“Well, if you remember anything, I’ll know where to find you,” Emma said, then turned to walk away.

“You’re just gonna keep me in here because I broke into a bloody library?” Will yelled after her.

Emma turned around. “Because you crashed my date.” She turned to face Hook again. “Which turned out pretty good despite the rude interruption.” She looked down and saw that he had the hook back on his left wrist. “What the hell happened to your hand?”

“It appears the Dark One’s magic wasn’t all I’d hoped it would be,” Hook said before the Professor came into the sheriff’s station, holding one of the record books.

“We’ve combed through every last book,” the Professor said, walking over to the closest desk and placing the book on the surface. “The name that this Snow Queen has been using here doesn’t show up in any record. Which means Sarah Fisher is a ghost.”

“What does that mean?” Emma asked.

“That she never came here by any curse. The Dark Curse created fake records for everyone that it brought over. So if she did come by the Curse, her name would be here.” He pointed to the book. “But it’s not.”

“Then how did she get here?” Emma asked. “And what the hell does she want with me?”

#☆ ooc ~ out of magic #☆ drabbles ~ mine

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timelordhonour · 9 months

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Unraveling Fates