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spitfire-of-the-sea · 1 year

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Stowaway

This is 100% brain rot and I'm sorry, but also... not. It's a crack-idea that's been living in my head for a while and I'm too braindead from writing supposedly scientific texts and so... I needed this. Listen. LISTEN. This could be a setup for so many so very dumb scenarios and I'm kinda loving it. It could be another series that needs no logic, no context, no setup. So if anybody is as amused by this as me... let me know.

ANYHOW. Stowaway Series Reader x WBP (mostly Ace D. Portgas right now) 1.5k Mostly SFW for now. Language maybe a bit inappropriate. I need to gauge if anybody actually wants to read scenarios with this reader. (And I have SO MANY ideas right now.)

You prided yourself in being an actually quite a smart person. How else would you have survived on your own in the New World for years without getting so much as a scratch? Well, perhaps a couple of scratches, but you still had all your limbs, digits and eyes and that surely had to count for something, right?

Granted, your devil fruit abilities helped you out quite a bit here, as much as you had cursed them after eating what you can only describe as the foulest thing you’ve ever had the displeasure to taste in your life. You had assumed that as nice as the fruit looked, it was probably rotten, thrown the rest away and not even fully realized your mistake when you almost drowned about 10 meters away from the fucking shore. When, however, your savior had run away screaming hysterically and you had caught sight of your reflection in the water… well.

Let’s just say the sudden presence of cat ears in place of your own had been your first clue. Your own tail slapping you in the face as you couldn’t help but panic your second. It had taken you a while to calm down and an even longer time to try and transform to figure out what the hell you actually were now.

A lioness perhaps, big and strong!

Or a tigress, mighty and powerful!

Perhaps even a lynx, quick and agile!

Well.

You had eaten the Neko Neko No Mi, alright. Except, you were small, fluffy and weighed in at 5kg, give or take a couple of grams. No exactly the boost in self-defense-abilities you had hoped for, if anything, you found yourself barked at by dogs frequently now and for some reason you got easily distracted by moving things.

It had taken you quite some more time to come to terms with your predicament but because you are a smart person™ you have found a way to utilize your new powers in any and all ways you could think of. Today, for example, they had been very useful to escape some thugs that were dead-set on catching you and taking all the money you had. Granted, it had been their money before but a) they had stolen it from the villagers b) you were not inclined to return it and c) fuck them. And so you had simply hidden it in a safe location, increased your fluffiness by 100% and decreased your size by 90% and strolled off into the sunset. You’d have given them the finger too as you walked past them but paws were ill-suited to do so. You had, however, managed to make one of them trip over you right on top of the stairs and in a beautiful chain-reaction he had taken out all the five men walking further down.

Satisfied with the utter destruction you had caused – you were pretty sure one of them was crying – you had decided to not take any chances and rest for the night on the safest place in the whole island, knowing they would never venture close to there: The Moby Dick that was currently docked in the harbor.

The Whitebeard Pirates passed by frequently and you were confident they would deal with the thugs and once they did you could return to your little treasure and see where the wind carried you.

And so you snuck aboard – easy, nobody was really caring about a cat and especially not when they were having a party –, looked for a nice place to nap – there was a lovely spot in what you assumed was the mass hall, with a neat little fireplace and a ledge above it -, and promptly fell asleep.

So far, so smart. Right?

Right?!

Except that when you woke up the next morning, you were unconsciously purring your ass off and leaning into a large, rough hand that was giving you the best petting session of your life. That is, until you realized what was happening, your heart stopped, and one of your nine lives was simply done and over with. You flew off the little ledge ass over tits (not that you had any at the present moment), uttering a hissed scream of surprise and landed with claws and teeth bared.

“Oh… Did I scare you?” the man standing in the big, clunky black boots cooed at you. “Look at you, all puffed up and ready to fight. You’re so cute!” he continued and crouched down, and you realized two things:

You were indeed all puffed up. Your volume had increased by 200%, your hair stood on end, your back was arched and your tail was whipping around wildly enough to almost hit you in the face again.

He was naked from the waist up, except for a necklace of blood-red beads and he was smiling at you with the most genuine smile you’d seen the whole year. Perhaps even longer.

You could do nothing against the puffiness – really, it was out of your paws – but at least your heart started to beat again and you could be very sure of that because it was hammering against your chest as if it wanted to leave you and the whole scenario behind. A good idea, actually.

His smile had dazzled you for a moment longer than it should have but now you did the only smart thing: you turned tail and legged it with all you had.

You managed approximately three full leaps before he scooped you up with a hand under your belly – so rude!! – and lifted you to his chest. You ended up with your face smushed against his very warm, very muscular chest and your brain activity momentarily ceased.

“Uff, you’re quick!” he laughed. “How did you even get onboard, huh? Must have snuck on yesterday night.” His second hand landed on your back and he started to pet you with long, calming strokes.

You pressed your paws against his chest – shit, really?! That defined?! – and finally managed to get your face out of his pecs to gasp for air. A barrage of words was already sitting on your tongue, pulling on your lips and you only caught yourself after a half-hissed “You…!”

Right. You were a cat. A cat.

Outing yourself as a random little thief onboard the fucking Moby Dick was not going to go over well, all that kept you from whatever fate these pirates probably deemed appropriate, was your current non-human state.

“Hm?” He stopped his ministrations for a moment and looked at you, his brown eyes curious as he frowned. He had freckles, you realized, and was pretty damn handsome. Then again, you could be biased, he was rubbing your butt at this very moment. “Almost sounded as if you were talking,” he muttered and shook his head.

Remembering that you were actually planning to escape, you pressed away from him with all your strength and hissed, ears flat against your head and claws out. You didn’t want to hurt him but you needed to get away and you needed him to stop rubbing your butt, goddamnitall. He flinched slightly but seemed otherwise utterly unimpressed by the full power of the 5kg you were throwing against him.

“Hey Ace! What do you have there?”

Great. More people, just what you needed. Your eyes darted to the side where another figure had appeared – another man, wearing a white uniform of sorts, a curious expression and a ridiculous pompadour.

“A little kitty-cat,” your captor – Ace? – answered and you extended your claws a bit more. You were neither tiny nor a kitty-cat. “Ouch, would you stop that?” he reprimanded you and got his hand off your ass to grasp your two front paws instead. A questionable success on your part.

“How did it get onboard?” the other one wondered and came closer, looking you over. His expression immediately lighted up and he reached out. “How pretty! Look at those eyes!” You all but melted away from the hand but that only meant you were flush against Ace now and between the sheer panic rising within you and the little distraction you detected as they started to talk to each other, you used your chance.

Sinking your teeth into the hand holding you, you simultaneously pushed off and away from him with your back legs and succeeded in catapulting yourself away from him – thankfully, it worked, he let go of your paws in surprise and a moment later, you were free.

You raced out of there like a bat out of hell, weaving through legs and rounding the corner of the door with enough speed that even with the added grip of your claws you barely made it. Having memorized the outline of the ship you knew exactly where the dock was and so you didn’t waste any time, you jumped up onto and over the railing like a projectile.

It was mid-air that you realized… there was no dock. Only water. The ship had set sail sometime during the night and you could only see the village and the saving dock as a tiny spot in the distance before gravity did what gravity does. It made you drop straight down into the water.

#one piece #portgas d ace x reader #portgas d ace x you #thatch one piece #one piece x you #one piece x reader #whitebeard pirates #this is pure crack and OMG imagine THE POTENTIAL #am I the only one???#if this should continue we first need to decide which commander gets to fish her out of the water :D #suggestions?

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ariel-seagull-wings · 8 months

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STAVER AND VASSILISA

@professorlehnsherr-almashy @themousefromfantasyland @softlytowardthesun @tamisdava2 @natache @princesssarisa @shelleythesapphic @the-gentile-folklorist @thealmightyemprex @greektragedydaddy @lord-antihero @lioness--hart

(A russian folktale)

Grand Duke Vladimir sat banqueting in the hall of his castle, surrounded by princes and warlords and all the heroes of his realm. The feasting continued for many hours, with plenty to eat and drink, and music to lighten the saddest heart.

After the heroes had eaten and drunk their fill, they began to boast, and no one boasted louder than the grand duke himself. Nowhere, he insisted, was there more gold, nowhere more silver, nowhere greater heaps of pearls than here in his fine palace. And where could one find a woman more beautiful than his own wife, the lovely Apraksiya? This was too much for young Prince Staver.

“Listen to him boasting,” he murmured to his neighbor. “He thinks this stone box of his should be called a castle. My own castle is so large, it’s better to ride through it on horseback than to walk. The floors are paved with silver, and the walls are built from bricks of gold. I have so many chests of pearls and diamonds and rubies, they could fill a room as big as this hall. But my greatest treasure of all is my wife, Vassilissa. Her hair is like that of a fox, her eyes as sharp as a falcon's eyes. Not only is she a superb housekeeper, she’s also stronger than any man in this hall.” While Staver was speaking, the hall grew quiet, and he looked up to see the grand dulce’s eyes upon him. His face was red with anger, and he bellowed like a wild boar, “So, Staver Godinovitch, you thinly you can insult me and humiliate me here in my own hall? Enough of your empty talk, you blithering idiot. Throw him in the dungeon! Then ride to his castle, seal it up with all his treasure chests within, and bring me the beautiful Vassilissa. Bring her to me, Grand Duke Vladimir!” Staver was seized and thrown into the dungeon. Then ten of Vladimir's warlords rode off to seal up his castle and bring back Vassilissa, but Staver’s friend Mikhail rode ahead of the others to warn Vassilissa of the grand duke’s order.

Vassilissa tucked her long red hair under her helmet and dressed herself as a man. She tools a stout sword from Staver’s armory and sharpened her quiverful of arrows. Then she mounted her black stallion and, with twelve other men, set out for the grand duke’s castle. Halfway there, she met the warlords who had been ordered to take her prisoner. They didn’t recognize her and asked her where she was going.

“I’ve come in the name of the Khan of the Golden hordes,” Vassilissa answered. “My men and I are here to remind brand Duke Vladimir that he owes the khan tribute for the last twelve years. We have orders to tame many chests of gold back to the khan. And where are you riding?”

“We’re going to Staver’s castle, to seal it up and carry his wife, Vassilissa, to the grand duke,” said one of the warlords.

“We have just passed Staver’s castle. Vassilissa is not there. She has hidden away,” she told them.

So the band of warlords galloped back to the grand dulce’s castle and reported that Vassilissa was missing and that the ambassador from the wan of the Golden Hordes was on his way to exact tribute. When Vassilissa arrived at the castle, everyone assumed she was the ambassador and treated her with great courtesy. But Vladimir’s wife, Apraksiya, was watching the new arrival carefully.

“That’s not the ambassador from the Khan,” she whispered to her husband.

“Can’t you tell that it’s a woman? I think that's Staver’s wife, Vassilissa. Loom at how he walks!”

The duke observed the young ambassador carefully. Perhaps his wife was right. He decided to hold a wrestling contest to test the ambassador’s strength. II this was a woman, she would surely lose.

“In this country, it is our custom that all visitors be given the opportunity to test their strength against my warlords,” Vladimir told the ambassador.

“If it pleases your excellency, we shall now hold a wrestling contest.”

Seven of his warlords immediately rose from the banqueting tables to challenge the disguised Vassilissa. The first man stepped forth. Vassilissa threw him so hard that he had to be carried from the hall. The second had seven of his ribs broken by a single blow of her fist. The third had three of his vertebrae dislocated and had to crawl from the hall on his hands and knees. The rest of the challengers fled, not wishing to be humiliated before all their comrades. Vladimir trembled with frustration and spat on the floor.

“Your hair may be long,” he muttered to his wife, “but you haven’t a brain in your head. Why did you tell me he was a woman? My court has never seen a hero with such strength!”

Apraksiya raised her eyebrows.

“Look at that skin,” she urged her husband.

“Is that the skin of a man? And why does she always wear a helmet? Could she be hiding her long hair beneath it?”

Vladimir glared at his wife angrily. He blamed her for making him look like a fool. But he couldn’t help wondering if she might be right, and he decided to put the khan’s envoy to another test.

“I see you are very strong,” he congratulated Vassilissa, slapping her heartily on the back.

“Now perhaps you would like to prove your skill at archery.”

With these words, he led his court to an open meadow behind the castle. All of Vladimir’s men shot their arrows into an old oak that stood at the far end of the field. Each time it was hit, the oak tree swayed as if it were caught in a gust of wind. But when Vassilisa shot her arrow, the bowstring sang and the mighty oak shattered into a thousand pieces.

The men were dumbfounded. Vladimir spat for the second time.

“Look at that oak tree,” he hissed at Apraksiya.

“We’ve never seen such an archer before, and you believe he’s a woman. I shall challenge him myself and see if he’s also supreme at chess.”

Vladimir and Vassilissa now sat at the grand duke's chess table and played chess with chessmen carved from the finest marble. Vassilissa won the first game, and also the second, and the third. She laughed, for the duke had played for high stakes.

Then she pushed the chessboard aside.

“Enough of this foolishness,” she declared.

“I didn’t come here to waste my time playing games. What about the tribute you owe the great khan? You haven’t paid for twelve whole years. I demand two chests of gold every year. Produce them here and now! The Khan of the Golden Hordes refuses to wait any longer.”

Then Vladimir began to whine.

“Times are hard, you know. The harvest was poor this year and last. Merchants are doing little business, trade is slow, and we haven’t collected much in taxes. How can I pay? Couldn’t the great khan wait another year?”

Vassilissa tapped her fingers impatiently on the chess table.

“He’s already waited twelve years. I can’t go back empty-handed. If you don’t have gold, you must send something else.”

“Perhaps he’d like my wife, Apraksiya,” the grand duke suggested jokingly.

“What use would she be to the Khan of the Golden Hordes? He has many beautiful women. Is there someone who plays the lute?”

Suddenly Vladimir remembered that Staver was an excellent lute player.

“Indeed there is,” he replied promptly, “the finest lute player in the land. His name is Staver, one of my favorite princes. You are welcome to take him as a present to the great khan.”

So Vladimir had Staver brought out of the dungeon, and Staver rode back to his castle with Vassilissa, where they lived happily ever after. As for the grand duke, he was pleased as could be that he’d managed to avoid paying tribute to the Ithan of the Golden Hordes for yet another year.

#fairy tales #folk tales #folktales #folklore #fantasy #literature #inspiration station

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cypriathus · 20 days

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Here are my versions of Vassago, Purson, Agares, and Dantalion/Amdusias!

WARNING: I talk about how alcohol affects the first OC and there is a mention of genitalia.

Vurszlago is a good-natured, obedient, and playful kleptomaniac who has a goofy greediness for vintage alcoholic beverages and shiny coins. He’s obnoxiously loud, overly friendly, and foul-mouthed with a habit of annoying others for fun. His alertness is nearly non-existent, and he can be quite clumsy due to his lacklustre coordination skills. He often loses his train of thought and makes irrational statements, and he’ll become belligerent and argumentative when threatened or confused.

Vurszlago is lanky and emaciated with elongated limbs and a swollen belly, and his legs end in cloven hooves and are covered in spikes. His anus is replaced with a sharp-toothed mouth and there are three mulberry wood eyes with slit pupils placed in an upside-down triangle shape on both buttcheeks. He has dry skin of key lime pie, sunset orange eyes with double amblyopia, droopy eyelids, and a flushed face. He possesses yellowed boar tusks that protrude from his lower jaw, a dangling forked tongue, and a dragon-shaped head. He also has the tail of a leopard, the ears of a brown bull, the wings of a green-breasted mango, and the horns of an antelope. He wears a necklace of pennies, purple pearls, and four-leaf clovers, and a Turkish rose-to-French lilac loincloth. Tied to Vurszlago’s red-stained leather belt is a dirty coin pouch, a ceremonial dagger, and three bottles of alcohol: rum, tequila, and vermouth.

He can easily locate lost objects, incite love within women, and grant people full knowledge on past, present, and future events.

FAMILY:

Unknown

ALIASES/NICKNAMES:

Vassago

FUN FACTS/EXTRA INFORMATION:

As an Æylphitus, their name means “to overthrow, good-natured prophecy or altar pyre of the sea breeze”.

He rules twenty legions of demons

He’s one of the servants to all royal members of Nifjazroghetus

He rides a fiery crocodile

He has a greenish-black pitchfork, but he usually forgets to bring it with him.

He reeks of alcohol and sweats a lot

He likes to whistles random tunes and loudly babble

He’s often in a drunken state, but is capable of proper bodily function.

Puriszlotha is a serious-minded and vigilant fury who has a strong focus on artistic integrity and fidelity. She sees it as a duty to attain balance, harmony, peace, and justice by punishing those who commit violent crimes. She uses her vast stores of charm, intelligence, frankness, persuasion, and seamless connectivity to achieve her goals. She possesses a great accountability for her actions and is purposefully stubborn, but can be quite ruthless and jaded.

She has a feminine body with chiselled muscles, well-endowed breasts, two bluish serpentine tongues, and three straight horns in a partial V-shape. She has the head of a female Asiatic lioness with a mane of rose gold serpents and the hindquarters of a mule deer. Puriszlotha’s torso and arms are a mishmash of galactic green, blue, purple, pink, cyan, red, yellow, orange, and black with beige stars. She wields a ferocious Rahim’s eyelash-pit viper as a whip and a double bass that causes deep fear in the heart of mortals.

She has dominion over mockery, savagery, and daytime, and can turn spiritually undetectable and physically intangible. She’s able to turn everyone into renegades and lechers, bestow people with knowledge of hidden things, and aid in the discovery of treasure. She can shapeshift into any human or spectral form she desires and bring good familiars. Puriszlotha possesses unlimited knowledge of forgotten and remembered histories, earthly things both secret and divine, and the creation of the multiverse. She also holds knowledge on natural sciences and can communicate with the spirits of the dead.

FAMILY:

Unknown

ALIASES/NICKNAMES:

Purson

FUN FACTS/EXTRA INFORMATION:

As an Æylphitus, her name means “bear cub, priest or valet”.

She’s the double bass player of Amara Lignum (“Bitter Wood” in Latin)

She rules over twenty-two legions of demons

She rides a great pizzly bear

L’Agheszrobi is a wise and virile glutton who takes pleasure in teaching immoral expressions and has a keen eye for luxurious sustenance and fashion. He can be quite the self-indulgent loudmouth, especially when alcoholic beverages and lovemaking is involved. However, it doesn’t interfere with his kindness and impartiality too much, but it can make him clumsy, gullible, and slothful. He’s marked by eloquence and full of clever humour, and he finds a semblance of joy in cracking jokes, the idea of enlightenment, and sharing his knowledge.

L’Agheszrobi is a buff, yet overweight man with scaly juniper skin, yellowish-green blushing, anglerfish teeth, upwards-curving horns, and muddy brown claws. He has medium-length light caramel pompadour hair with sideburns and a long bushy bead that has greyish streaks. He has the ears of a horse, the tail of a Chinese alligator, and the hindquarters of a pygmy brocket. His three eyes form a triangular position and they’re a fern green with luxor gold slit pupils and old brick sclera. He wears a gilt-brass cuirass with tassets, a Roman coffee suit jacket with vertical silver rust stripes, and a silky jabot of tuft bush. He also dons a knee-length blue and grey pleated skirt, a Turkish rose royal mantle with red fox fur trim, and a chrysoberyl cocktail ring on his left middle finger. L’Agheszrobi often carries around a bronze pocket watch and a pack of cigars that like cinnamon and grapefruit.

He’s able to teach all languages, stop and retrieve runaway individuals, cause earthquakes, grant noble titles, and summon sharp weapons from the earth. L’Agheszrobi can destroy supernatural and temporal dignities and trap people in brass vessels, casting them into deep lakes. He possesses absolute knowledge on philosophy, astronomy, rhetoric, logic, chiromancy, and pyromancy.

FAMILY:

An unnamed older sister

An unnamed younger brother

12 unnamed nieces

8 unnamed nephews

ALIASES/NICKNAMES:

Agares

FUN FACTS/EXTRA INFORMATION:

As an Æylphitus, his name means “to ruin dignity, to be slothful, glistening field or vigilant guardian”.

He’s the duke of Overconsumption

He was once a knight of Nfjazroghetus before being promoted as a duke

He rules over thirty-one legions of demons

He has three pets: a treasure-guarding Eurasian goshawk, a sleepy cockatrice, and an armoured alligator with ten horns.

Dantezlomius L’Aymdetronus is a benevolent and enlightened fallen angel with a nature that extrudes positivity and amoral charisma. He can be a sadistic mental-breaker with bloodthirsty tendencies, but he continuously retains his introspection and truthful insight. He’s outgoing and energetic, and when he flaunts his knowledge, he comes across as snobbish and standoffish.

He’s an abnormally tall man with a lanky and rectangular figure that has pallid skin, elongated limbs, a bit of well-defined muscle, and a micropenis. He possesses three heads: that of a unicorn (front), a man with the shining aureole of the sun (right), and a woman with a crescent moon tiara (left). Dantezlomius has draconic hands and feet, jazzberry jam eyes with dilated reef gold pupils, and the tail of a pale knob-tailed gecko. He wears a peacock choker with a luxurious gold coating, pink pearls, and pieces of unpolished ruby, emerald, and blue zircon.

He can change his head into all faces of men and women he has silently observed or personally encountered. He’s able to teach all arts and sciences, manipulate infamy, and aid in heightening a person’s emotional intelligence. He’s capable of declaring secret counsel for anyone as he knows all thoughts across the multiverse and can change them at his will. Dantezlomius can cause love and show prophetic visions, and possesses knowledge on similitude of any person. He can manipulate stormy weather, thunderous noises, musical instruments, and mistakes, and make trees bend.

FAMILY:

Unknown

ALIASES/NICKNAMES:

Dantalion

Amdusias

FUN FACTS/EXTRA INFORMATION:

As an Æylphitus, the different parts of his name have special meanings: Dantezlomius means “to declare secret counsel, faces of all living creatures or knower of thoughts” and L’Aymdetronus means “concert of storms, cacophonous thunder or unicorn’s trumpet”.

He’s the duke of Ire

He’s in charge of parades and concerts of cacophonous music in Nifjazroghetus

He’s the trumpeter of Amara Lignum (“Bitter Wood” in Latin)

He protects the only bibliotheca in Nifjazroghetus

Due to his strong association with thunder, many believe that his voice can be heard during vicious storms.

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jazzcathaven · 9 months

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I was tagged by @bluejeansoul to post four albums I'm listening to lately. So top four: Joni Mitchell's Hissing of Summer Lawns, Crosby Stills and Nash's Daylight Again, Amy Winehouse's Lioness: Hidden Treasures, Bela Fleck's Tales from the Acoustic Planet

I won't tag anyone but if any of my fellow music aficionados fell like sharing please do. I always enjoy seeing and participating in these things.

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yoyoiam · 1 year

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Mine

Back to Black- Wake Up Alone

#Spotify

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emily-watch-the-stars · 1 year

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Amy Winehouse - 2011 - Lioness- Hidden Treasures

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Between The Cheats

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quitecontraryy · 1 year

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I would die before I divorce ya

I'd take a thousand thumps

For my love

Kiss a lucky horseshoe

Stuck it in my boxing glove

#amy winehouse #between the cheats #lioness #lioness: hidden treasures #2011 #female artists #female writers

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crvwnfought · 2 years

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with cerenna lannister / @dicmcnds where: the garden mazes.

her arm was linked with her dear cousin’s as they walked through the maze, on the hunt like the lionesses they were, but their prey took the form of promised prizes that alicent hoped shan’t disappoint. the king had promised that no expense has been spared; it would be quite embarrassing if the prizes hidden about the gardens are nothing special. perhaps they might find some jewels. or even trinkets from essos - that is where their queen-to-be unfortunately hailed from. however, there was another interest that wouldn’t quiet within her mind. ❝ while i’m excited to find the hidden treasures, i must admit i had an ulterior motive for asking you to accompany me. ❞ the mask she normally wore slipped. a devious glint entered dark eyes. ❝ it’s been far too long since we last talked. you must tell me all the gossip you’ve heard in that time! ❞

#i. alicent lannister — thread.#i. alicent lannister — with cerenna lannister.#i. alicent lannister — event ; the celebrations begin.

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nickolaifinn · 2 years

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11 years ago today. 1983-2011

#amy winehouse #amy #1983 #2011 #club 27 #frank #back to black #lioness hidden treasures #jazz singer #rest in peace #gone but never forgotten

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angelnumber27 · 3 months

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you could try looking for live versions of valerie? she performed it a variety of ways but i’ve definitely heard live versions that were much softer. it also could be on an expanded (or deluxe? can’t remember which it’s called) version of back to black, or the comp called “live at the BBC,” which has two versions on it. on spotify there’s one version of valerie that’s been taken off, it’s called “‘68 version” (on the 2011 comp called “lioness: hidden treasures) so you could try looking for that on youtube. i hope you find the one you’re looking for!! <3

THANK YOU SM

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raisedlikeaphoenix · 5 months

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Raised like a Phoenix- Chapter 6: Before we go

“So what now?” Vardy asked Sir Fangar as he paced around the table. Maula, Icebite, and Stealthor eagerly awaited his answer, as they all sat in what the lions had dubbed the map room. When Sir Fangar conquered the Temple as his own he had a few modifications to it, so they could map out where all the Hunters had settled and get rid of any trace of those pitiful tribes.

Removing the eyestain that was Mount. Cavora and replacing it with tiles replicating his saber tooth gate had brought him sadistic glee.

“Well… it's obvious that he has returned.” The Saber-tooth spat out.

“And how can we be so sure?” Stealthor said.

“Have you gone deaf? Of course he's come back to life! Did you not hear that roar?! No doubt that they will surely do the same for the others!”

“But each one of them is hidden away, to the point where we don’t even know where. How will they find them?” Maula mentioned.

Sir Fangar scoffed. “Perhaps it was not pure coincidence that the lion's body was discovered here. Surely it simply knew where its so-called home was and stayed put. If this is true for that lion then it should be true for the others.”

He slammed his fist down on the table, making the others jump.

“When they return to OUR territory, we will be ready! When they try to revive their final hope, we will shoot it down just as before!”

Icebite grinned sadistically, mumbling, “Hurt… shoot… kill… hurt…”

Vardy scooted his seat away from the terrifying bear.

“We shall make them feel our freeze! And they will feel it FOREVER!” The others cheered and Fangar shouted his signature war cry.

“So, here's the plan…”

Before they left for the swamp to find the first of the Firewings, before they left to find the others, before they went out on another adventure, Laval wanted to see his grave.

Li’Ella and Flinx guided him to the middle of town where the eight headstones dedicated to him and his friends were, offerings still placed around the area. Petals danced in the wind as the flower places began to wilt. The smell of freshly baked treats beginning to go sour. Candle wax was now leaking at the base, upon the concrete.

Laval walked up to his tombstone and read it out loud:

Time and time again, evil he foiled

Here we dedicate this rest to,

Laval the Loyal

So, unlike the plaque Sir Bucky had put up for him outside the temple. He turned to the other ones, reading each one out loud.

Never useless, though he may seem reckless

Howls in the heavens

Worriz the Ruthless

His kindness, his sweetness

Was infectious

Now rests

Gorzan the Generous

Rogon the Eager

Now breaks rocks among the stars

May they fire like comets and go far

Awoken from a peaceful dream

He returns to another

Now sleeps eternal

Bladvic the Dreamer

Trinkets and treasure

Would never rust

Just like his legacy

Razar the Opportunist

A future she knew, brought forth the bold

With fire she flew

Now her story shall forever be told,

Eris the Oracle.

Family lost and found

He rests now with friends

Amongst the clouds

Cragger the Determined.

When he finished, he stood up and turned towards Li’Ella and Flinx with a skeptical face. The two looked at each other with worry, then at their revived friend.

Li’Ella wasn’t sure what reaction to expect from Laval. Perhaps sadness at seeing how each and every one of them was seen. Feeling the weight of expectations crushing him all over again. Maybe he’d want to put an offering for the others just in case…

No!

Don’t think about it!

They’ll be fine. They will all be fine!

“This suck.”

Li’Ella blinked as she was snapped out of her train of thought.

“Wha?” Flinx said, with a slight chuckle in his voice.

Laval began to laugh. “Yeah, I don’t know. What's with all the titles and stuff? It’s so serious. Ha, ha! I mean, “Laval the Loyal.” Ooooh. Better take him seriously. Ha, ha, ha!” His laughter was contagious as the lioness and the young phoenix broke out laughing as well.

It was a little ridiculous, but at least the thought-to-be long gone lion could get a chuckle out of it. When the laughter died down, Laval gave them a smile as bright as the sun. He turned towards Li’Ella.

“Now let's go save our friends!”

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