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riisinaakka · 3 years

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~I’ll Make A Man Out Of You ~

Hey hey hey!! I was listening to some metal covers on YouTube the other day and since this singer happened to look like a non-curly version of Silver I jumped into the idea :D

So imagine Long John Silver singing this [“I’ll Make a Man Out of You“ (from Mulan) but it’s A METAL COVER by Dan Vasc] while "training" the troops in Black Sails s3-s4. So basically he’s just repeating what Flint, DeGroot, Billy, Anne or whoever actually knows what they are doing is instructing... and all the crews are really loving his way of telling things, so they gladly listen to him, lol. At the same time he’s taking a crash course in how to be a leader.

And if you want to add some sad meta stuff? Silver is building “A Man” out of himself too, instead of “just” being seen as a creature / cripple, a coward, a-not-joiner, a thief and so on, because he cannot be seen weak in front of the men anymore and now has to step up to play the part of the Pirate King... so it’s also a pep talk to himself.

OR! Imagine Flint singing the song (mentally in his mind if not aloud) while training Silver “to fight and not die”:

“Once you find your center / You are sure to win”

*cut to Flint playfully knocking out the new crutch a few times so Silver can start getting used to fighting with it and find balance* Add some training montage on the cliffs and admiring smiles and glances! “Let’s get down to business!” ;)

“You’re the saddest bunch [of lies] I ever met / But you can bet before we’re through / Mister, I’ll make a man King out of you”

Or just generally imagine Flint singing another cover version of the song (one fitting his vocals better?). Maybe already in s1 or s2 with his twirly mustache, sweaty ponytail and unhinged anger! >:D The song fits well his rousing speeches and him being better at everything than everybody else (and showing it too, lol) while promising to make them the princes men of the New World (and training them to fight against the civilization that is coming).

OR! (a long shot into the dark but I thought I would share it anyway...) somehow connect some later verses with Silver’s plan of returning Flint into “a mortal man” instead of the legend / god-like status of his name if you want to exaggerate or bring some fantasy elements in there... (˵ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°˵)

I don’t know how to put all these swirling thoughts into words properly... but first he’s singing about how Flint must be all the Forces of Nature (hello superstitious Silver! and hello James holding on to the part of being Flint even if it’s destroying him because he feels like he has to!).

Then Silver could be sort of singing how to bring “Captain Flint” down, make him walk away from the war and live, crying out the verse “How could can I make a man McGraw out of you?~“ before finding one solution and reuniting him with his old love... reorienting him to the daylight and to the man he once was, so to speak.

Too much? Oops! (ʘ‿ʘ✿) Back to the lighter stuff:

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The other voices on the song can be:

“I'm never gonna catch my breath” - (DeGroot, grumpily)

“Say goodbye to those who knew me“ - (Vane, that growl! xD)

“Boy, was I a fool in school for cutting gym“ - (Rackham or Featherstone)

“This guy's got 'em scared to death“ - (Billy, pleased with his plan but not yet knowing how majorly he just fucked up)

“Hope he doesn't see right through me“ - (Max or Eleanor)

“Now I really wish that I knew how to swim” - (Rackham, watching how Anne leaves to do some watery guerilla stuff while he stays on the ship, alone ;_; )

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Plus, I find that “Be A Man” choir in the background hilarious (in a good way). Imagine the training montage with the crews and especially Teach looking so stern and trying to drill those macho ideals in them because “it’s the only way to be a proper pirate” or something pfffft.

Also imagine the bonding and tentative friendships with the pirates and the Maroons if they have some joint exercises. Some levity to the grim reality of the upcoming war, let’s have some shenanigans!

Anyway, the point was, imagine Silver having to adapt and play the part of the Pirate King and it somehow manifests as singing metal* and rousing the people that way! >:D

(ﾉ>｡<)ﾉ ♩✧♪●♩○♬☆ヽ(≧▽≦)ﾉ (*and disney songs, lol)

You / We must be swift as a coursing river With all the force of a great typhoon With all the strength of a raging fire Mysterious as the dark side of the moon ~

Time is racing toward us till the Huns Brits* arrive (*and Spain) Heed my every order and you might survive You're unsuited for the rage of war So pack up, go home you're through How could I make a man out of you?

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Lastly, maybe he gets swept by the high energy and the power of darkness the more he gets into doing it and ends up even enjoying himself sometimes ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Oooh, also don’t forget that the music would be played with hurdy-gurdies, clacking bones, broken pianos and such! 8D

So yeah, some various thoughts happened *dumps these gleefully on your dash and continues enjoying the song * ☆ﾟ°˖* ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

Here’s a quick bonus edit for the mood:

#black sails #bs crack #john silver #long post #I was listening to some covers on YT and suddenly came across this and got the idea #especially when the singer looks so much like a straight-haired Silver :O #and I wasn't sure if I should add the video #but I had to show the likeness :D #I just really like the idea of Silver ending up as Nassau's superstar accidentally #and singing. I want more METAL singing with Black Sails #oh now I can't stop thinking about that smile Madi gives in the cabin when they discuss about repeating whatever DeGroot says #and silver bullshitting his way and everybody knows it but they like it anyway #*Did they send me Daughters'' *winks at Madi who's overseeing the preparations and she winks back at him* <3 #I mean he's met or directly worked with/against almost all the major female players at some point of the show :D #and minor ones but who still had a big impact on the events #so he knows and acknowledges how much power they actually hold #only Jack is another one of the men with as many female connections #(Flint doesn't even know who Max is)#Vane met many but didn't really work with them that much #oops I'm rambling better stop now #already had to delete like half of the tags to not go overboard #*blasts the song for a 100th time this week*

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queer-crusader · 3 years

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How do you think Silver & Flint's relationship would have evolved if things hadn't ended the way they did in S4? How do you think things would have progressed through time? I tend to think about the what ifs a lot. I'm just curious what your thoughts are on it.

OOFT. I mean i have many thoughts! It’s... very hard to say really. Because i think one thing Black Sails does incredibly well is the way it builds a story and a character. Many choices made in this show are so dependent on what the characters want and who they intrinsically are and how they influence each other (willingly/knowingly or not), and i feel like there are many very complex interwoven roads that led them to the conclusion they got to. Which is one of the many reasons the finale felt like such a tragedy; you know things are going to end badly because you kind of see it coming. And dear god it does hurt, even with Flint being reunited with Thomas.

So. I think there are two ways to answer this question, and you can sort of divide them into canon-ish versus fanon wish. These may not exactly be clearly indicated bc like i said i have Many Thoughts, and i apologise in advance 😅 Another thing i’ll be looking at here is something we had to lay out for our characters when i studied acting - the goals/objectives/motivations of the character, and their emotional/mental state. None of this is meant to be critical against any character. I simply adore analyising them and the paths of the story, and I love each and every character i talk about here deeply.

So, looking at that finale. There’s several things that i could take from what you say about things not ending the way they did - for now, i’m looking at the confrontation between Flint and Silver in the woods, where Silver forces Flint to quit his war and reunites him with Thomas.

Firstly, let’s analyse what we get from the canon, and what i believe motivates these characters to bring them to the point they end up at. There’s that famous line i think of Silver where he says he doesn’t know anymore where he ends and Flint begins - their thinking patterns have become so intertwined, they basically share a braincell. The tricky thing about this is, just because he and Flint think similarly, share tactics, and a knowledge of how to use people in their means, just because they understand each other well, doesn’t mean they share opinions and morals. Flint especially seems to forget this. He believes Silver is with him in his cause to end Imperial rule. But from Silver’s final actions, it’s clear Silver values his personal wants and needs above that of this abstract crowd of people. He’s not oppressed - or hasn’t felt the effects of Imperial/religious oppression (as far as we canonically know) like Flint and Madi have. And that means he doesn’t have the same drive. He’s driven by his personal connections to these people, i believe, purely from his own point of view. Like, i suspect he struggles to place himself in the shoes of Madi or Flint to feel their pain and motivation. He can see it, he just... doesn’t fully grasp it. (There’s also a question of whether he wishes to, but i feel nowhere NEAR qualified on answering that, nor do i think the canon gives us enough material to give a perfectly cut & dry answer.)

So you have this big miscommunication. Flint believes that, because he and Silver have basically become one shared braincell, they have the same goals, while Silver is still driven from a point of selfishness. (Side-note: there was a moment in the show he became selfless! He wouldn’t give up his crew when faced with torture from Vane’s quartermaster! But then he lost a leg over it and it seemed to dampen that selflessness. I think from there on, moments where he seems to be motivated by the good of the crew come instead from an internal need to belong and be loved more so than a genuine sense of brotherhood. That brotherhood may still have been there, but i think he might have suppressed that instinct a little and instead let the more selfish needs take more of a front seat. Understandable and not bad/evil, like that’s super valid of him. But my point is, he’s not exactly ready to fight for another man’s cause he doesn’t have as much of a personal emotional profit in, especially when he knows it’ll end in certain death for everyone he cares about and he knows cares about him.)

So that’s sort of where the characters are mentally in that climax. I may be skirting details and summarising a bit hastily, but it’s also been a GOOD while since i’ve watched season 4, so i apologise. Flint (and Madi as well - she plays an equally important role i think!) is fuelled by a mix of rage born from oppression/discrimination, and a protectiveness for others who may suffer the same fate. Silver meanwhile is fuelled by a need much closer to home - to be loved and to keep those he cares for and deems important to him alive and around. I’ve framed it as their emotional drive, but really it is also their goal, their objective in that finale. Flint and Madi are looking to burn down an oppressive system while Silver... isn’t. For him, their goals stand directly in the way of his. And by the end of the show, he’s gained enough power to prevail in his objective, cancelling out those of Flint and Madi.

So, could it have gone differently? I think, if we wanna play with canon and keep it as close to canon as possible... It seems almost impossible. These people’s goals just do not align. (There’s that sweet sweet tragedy again.) So what you need for it to go differently in short is for one of, if not several, of these people to change their goal. But we’re talking their MAIN objective, their main driving force at this point in the show - so like, the chances of that are slim. ESPECIALLY if we’re talking about the canon characters. After all, for that, the characters would need to look inside themselves and fucking face up to some of their issues and work on them. (This is something which these characters are not very prone to do, bc jesus it’s a mess in there and if that were me i’d preferably not turn introspective either and be forced to look at all that.)

So if we wanted Flint to change his goal, he’d need to come to terms with the Empire being untouchable - which is bullshit bc like my man has a POINT, just because they seem to be able to be brought down doesn’t mean they ain’t - and to accept the homophobia and oppression they treated him and Thomas with, which, yeah fuck that, absolutely not, his rage and his goals are valid as FUCK. If we wanted to change Madi’s - lmao like listen i understand wanting her and Silver happy together bc we ship EVERYTHING in this house, but she’s poc and proper royalty and wants to end slavery. We ain’t touching her goals. So that just leaves Silver. Silver would need to face a part of himself that keeps him from placing Flint’s goals, or Madi’s goals, over his own. (I suspect we circle back to that insecurity and need to be loved, which defo stems from whatever trauma he swears doesn’t affect who he is today.) So for that he’d uhh... need therapy. And a shit tonne of it. But then you still have the issue that Flint and Madi will likely fight their war (bc they DESERVE IT), which may lead to what Silver considers inevitable - that they will die early and horribly, and he ends up all alone.

So, looking at playing with the canon-ish to change things? It’s gonna end in tragedy. There’s doesn’t seem any other way about it, i fear; not with the way these characters were written, with who they are and what drives them and what they want. If it doesn’t end in tragedy in one way, then almost certainly in another.

So what are our other options? What if we look at the fanon wish - whether it’s silverflint, or silvermadi, or madisilverflint, or just to have these kids be fucking happy? Well, you know what? Maybe it DOESNT have to end up in tragedy. Maybe, if Silver does align himself with the goals of the people he loves - after learning to communicate and place himself in other people’s shoes and prioritise the needs of his loved ones and compromising and all that jazz (god this boy needs therapy that only the fanon can likely give him, rip) - he could join them in their war. And maybe, his genius and creativity and quick wit will in fact propel their cause forward and help so much, none of them dies an early gruesome death. It’s not impossible! It just requires that sweet sweet character growth he doesn’t get the opportunity for in canon.

Another option, and this one is perhaps a little more plausible if the show had no episode limit or a desire to end in tragedy and “align” itself with “history” (they’ve played fast and loose with real history i’ve learned, and like,, it’s a story about fictional characters so why did it have to align itself with history?? Okay fine, as a prequel to Treasure Island, it still needed to end in tragedy for Silver bc we know where he ends up. Were there no Treasure Island and no rules and we could do what we wanted with the show and write a new ending, then what?). This one is more popular, you see it in loads of fics and i like it a lot. Silver sends Flint to the plantation. Flint and Thomas break out and get their war anyway. They’re pissed at Silver for a bit for being a selfish dick shitting on Flint’s dreams, but like,, it’s not as if it stopped Flint. (We can even look at it like Silver knew they’d probably fight their war and have better odds with Thomas in the mix, giving them a better opportunity - but like, that’s just a fun headcanon to play with that i don’t think aligns with what he explicitly states to want in canon.) And then, after some years, everyone learns to communicate and talk things out and maybe, maybe, Silver grows a bit and things become healthier between him and Flint.

Listen, the moral of the story is this. I love all the ships in this show. I think they’re all neat, and i love the different iterations in which people bring them to life and try to align them with canon. Do i think that with the canon we’ve been given, silverflint could happen? Maybe. Would it be healthy?? I mean... Probably not 😅 but like, that doesn’t prevent me from shipping it. (That’s not the point of shipping - sometimes you just wanna see that sweet sweet chemistry pay off, even tho u know it ain’t healthy. The characters are fictional. It’s okay. No-one will get hurt - apart from maybe you if you end up romanticising it and taking that into real life but ooft that’s a whole other kettle of fish.) But god, that’s the fucking JOY of fanfics ya know?? It may also be why i enjoy writing my modern au so much xD therapy is an option, and canon means even less than usual. All im saying is, when it comes to the relation between silver and flint, the fan community are a fucking godsend. You want them to be friends?? We got fics for that! Want them to bone? SO many fics for that! Want a sort of father-son role?? Uhh nowhere near enough fics for that, but the fandom’s still active so you never know! Partners in crime?? Hell YEAH that has potential, even in canon i think if u just stretch out fan-written episodes far enough!! (God can you imagine the POTENTIAL?? Ignore the war, the grittiness, the drama. Get me some pirate hijinks where the stakes are low but they’re still sharing a braincell.)

(Hmm. Now i need to add another idea to my WIP list lmao xD)

Anywayyy, hope this satisfies ur curiosity anon!!

#sorry it took me 2 days to answer #i just have Many Thots™ and i wanted to give this the care it deserves #i swear when i saw this question i was like 'you ask MOI???'#thank u so much tho this was so much fun to delve into #analysing character objectives and obstacles was one of my favourite things i learned studying acting #black sails #black sails meta #anne speaks #questions answered #anon #also id like to point out once more that jusr bc im critical of these characters doesnt mean i judge or hate on them #i ADORE a flawed character like thats literally the sexiest thing #okay okay im off to bed #writing ideas

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pkmnsdarkqueen · 4 years

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All Karen ships rated (update)

Original here

I did this like a few months after making this account, and I thought it’d be fun to go back and re look at my ratings

Also since this one isn’t a dare to rate EVERY ship I am cutting out the protag/companion section since they’re all underaged and the original ratings reflected thus wiht them all being a no. Also getting rid of ones where she’s with a pokemon.

Finally I’m gonna add some ones I like to the very end

strike through=my side commentary, trying to be funny italicized=if asked I’d be down to rp it mostly just to see how/it it’d work bold=ship name and who in it to help you find a certain ship highlights=they are grouped up, again in case you want to find that one ship * by ship name=Super random ships I find kinda wild ! by ship name=Dramatic change to original rating

ships on ‘never ending romance’ website.

Karen w/ a Villian:

! 180Shipping - Karen & Shelly -2 bad a ladies over here kicking butt and being fashionable heck yes, but also Karen is an awful swimmer so let the cute romance ensue 8/10

*AphoticShipping - Saturn & Karen-Karen would find it fun to mess with from time to time, and maybe could work. 5/10

*AtrociousShipping - Karen & Mars-I mean possible, but also Mars is really kinda child like so Karen may just want to protect her instead. 4/10

BarghestShipping - Karen & Lavana-I feel like it’d be like shipping Karen with a cheerleader…an evil cheerleader. 2/10

! DarkIntentionShipping - Giovanni & Karen-Tbh yeah I like it. Just depends though because again she grew up with Silver who she is like a mom (or older sis some days) to, so that would have to be worked out. Plus she’s kinda miffed he left Silver from seeing how much it hurt him. But also hateship to romance, basically I’ve been giving this one more thought and it could be heckin cute. 9/10

*IcePinkShipping - Karen & Lovrina-No too whinney and arrogant for Karen. 0/10

***ImperiousShipping - Hunter J & Karen-Oh dear gosh no, haaaard no, And before you ask about Twist!verse they’d be both too emotionally closed. -50/100

! KariShipping - Courtney (Magma) & Karen- Been thinking about this one too and the more i think about it the less I see it. Both are too closed/awkward. 1/10

LiaisonShipping - Petrel & Karen-Kinda cute in a way with them balancing each other out. It’s like obvious psycho with subtle psycho, and seems fun. 8/10

! PaybackShipping - Archer & Karen- Briefly had a little shipping with this and tbh really enjoyed it. If in an au just the dynamic of the couple in 101 Dalmatians would be these two. In main verse you could have them sneaking the romance and such to not get caught. Also evil Karen? Or good Archer? 9/10

PerishSongShipping - Proton & Karen-He’s a bit reactive for her, and cocky though maybe she’d balance him out? 5/10

! StrangeloveShipping - Domino & Karen-…I dunno why she makes me think of sailor moon, but she does Evil Karen? then ye this could work and be fun, maybe Twist!verse would even work. 8/10

TenebrousShipping - Ariana & Karen-I find it funny the team Karen was vaguely a part of, and now is a part of her life she works so hard to distance from is the one she’s shipped with ALOT. Oh and Galactic of all things is second most common for some reason. Also eh on this one. Ariana has that mom vibe, and Karen distances herself from that usually. 3/10

Karen w/ gym leader:

*BerthierShipping - Cress & Karen-I dunno because he seems like a 16 year old teen to me, but their personalities would work, so maybe. 5/10

BittersweetShipping - Karen & Whitney-Hm I can think of some interesting plots with Karen’s early elite four days as when they meet. Not sure what they’d have in common though. 4/10

! BracknellShipping - Gardenia & Karen-Karen likes grass tyoes and Gardenia has that somewhat wild side that Karen likes I can see them spending late nights camping after exploring all day. 8/10

***ChalcedoniteShipping - Karen & Roxanne-Isn’t she like 16? Also I feel Karen would just see her as a spunky kid 0/10

! CockroachShipping - Burgh & Karen-Can we appreciate the name please…..Ok cool. Ok but Karen trying to learn how to paint the normal way and showing Burgh how to do spray paint work or paint a motorcycle? Look I think they’d be cute. 8/10

! ColdNightShipping - Candice & Karen-Yes, double yes. Candice talking about the pressure of having the meeting point of dialgia, palkia, and giratina so close plus the regi temple, and lake acuity. Like the pressure of keeping all of these legendary places safe is alot of pressure. Then Karen knowing about ho-oh and wanting to keep them safe, anyways they can bond ina . cool way. 10/10

*DarkActShipping - Brycen-Man & Karen-Not Brycen, Brycen-Man. I really dunno because I feel like it’d be too close to the Masked Man for her to be comfortable. 2/10

DarkalleyShipping - Volkner & Karen-Hmmmmm maybe, but also I feel Volkner needs a more high energy person, so 3/10. As the toxic relationship their a part of in some hallmark like plot though 10/10

DarkGaleShipping - Karen & Winona-A possibility, but I kinda see them as friends just chillin watchin clouds. 3/10

*DarkHarvestShipping - Cilan & Karen-Didn’t know Karen was popular with the trio, but ok. Anyways if he’s alot like he is in the anime thats gonna be a hard no. otherwise, eh maybe? 4/10

DarkMarshShipping - Karen & Sabrina-Friends I think. Like they’d be comfortable around each other, but no spark in that way. 1/10

ElectricDarknessShipping - Elesa & Karen-I sort of want it just because while Karen dresses nice she is a tomboy meaning the clashes about fashion or manners would be great. 8/10

FightNightShipping - Karen & Maylene-If they were in the plot of a secret fight club, a hard yes. Otherwise, I don’t see it. 1/10

GabbroShipping - Brock & Karen-I want to see Brock do his whole freak out just to write Karen’s way to shoot him down. After all romance takes awhile for, and if aggressive is your first interaction it scares her. Though he does stand down after being rejected so she’d respect that, and maybe think about giving a chance. 5/10

GothShipping - Clair & Karen-Popular yes, but I like the Cynthia, Karen, Clair girl squad dynamic so much more. 2/10

ImpShipping - Karen & Valerie-Karen being vastly confused but fascinated by the antics of Valerie sounds cute. 7/10

InsectQueenShipping - Karen & Viola-The plots would be cute knowing Karen’s quirks with cameras. 8/10

LamentShipping - Flannery & Karen-Idk due to lack of things to connect on overriding if personalities would work. 3/10

LiptonShipping - Jasmine & Karen-I wanna say no cause I think she’d be too sweet for Karen, but also yes because she can get super intimidating and tiny Jas actually wearing the pants in their relationship sounds interesting 5/10

**MortelleShipping - Fantina & Karen-Naw…to much flash and show for Karen, but maybe contest mentor. Also Karen has a vendetta against Amity Square for it’s selectiveness of ‘cute pokemon’. 0/10

! NightsongShipping - Falkner & Karen-The name of this ship is amazing, but Falkner is like one of those characters who gets shipped aorund with EVERYONE like really it’s kinda ridiculous and I’m tired of him just beign thrown at everyone 2/10

! PaintedLadyShipping - Bugsy & Karen-How is this one not for Burgh? Yeah no he’s just too much like a kid. 0/10

RafureShipping - Erika & Karen-…can their Vileplume’s fall in love instead? I’m 10/10 for that. Between them 2/10

RiddlesInTheDarkShipping - Blaine & Karen-…Eh…or we could not, and maybe they just are friends. I don’t really see romance blooming there. 0/10

SchwarzFlashShipping - Lt. Surge & Karen-Them both having PTSD? Maybe helping each other? I mean I wouldn’t mind giving it a shot. 7/10

ScotopiaShipping - Karen & Skyla-Maybe too much spunk like Rosa, but Karen would admire her determination. 4/10

SilkShipping - Janine & Karen-No pls. I see Karen as her unofficially adopted big sis, and find that adorable. 0/10

! UnderworldShipping - Morty & Karen- So far this has proven to be a hard no, and tbh I kinda like it better that way. 0/10

***WhiteMoonShipping - Pryce & Karen-Even in a verse he wasn’t The Masked Man imma give this a hard no. 0/10

Karen w/ an elite:

AphroditeShipping - Koga & Karen -He’s like her dad…so…no. -50/10

BadRomanceShipping - Grimsley & Karen-Bad romance is a good title cause I feel it’d be a rough start. 10/10

*BlackGlacierShipping - Glacia & Karen-Tbh not sure if they have much at all in common. 1/10

BlackiceShipping - Karen & Lorelei-Ok maybe because they have some similarities, but tbh I like the older gal pal bond alot. 5/10

DarkEliteShipping - Sidney & Karen-A more punk relationship in this elite match-up, but I could see it working. 10/10

DarkKnightShipping - Wikstrom & Karen-Again the title tho! I mean yeah I think I could see it from her finding him quirky, but in a good way. Although they have wildy different aesthetics so it’d depend on interpretations. Right now I do love the dynamicKaren has with a Wikstrom account. 8/10

DelilahShipping - Bruno & Karen-Eh maybe? I like the uncle and niece bromance they have tho. 4/10

! DementiaShipping - Lucian & Karen-I feel like they’d either clash or hit it off with no inbetween. I Still stand by this but I think they’d everntually fall for each other. 9/10

DisownShipping - Agatha & Karen-NOOOOO don’t make Gma relationship sexy! -50/10

! HellaFineEliteShipping - Karen & Malva- Ok so came back, and yeah I could see it, but depends on interpretations again because they could just more easily spark into a fight or if the first interaction went sour not give it another shot. 5/100

IntuitiveShipping - Siebold & Karen-Actually had a rp with them shipped, was Twist!verse tho giving Siebold that rescuer mentality which helped. In general though I kinda want to see it. 7/10

LambentShipping - Flint (elite) & Karen-Hm. Maybe? Like, ok the dynamic personality helps, but also would be a slow burn. 5/10

MasakudoShipping - Will & Karen- I love it in some ways, but I also feel as though they’ve see so much of each other’s absolute worst sides it wouldn’t work. ???/10

! NightmareShipping - Karen & Phoebe-Eh they’d be good friends but I can’t see them really hitting it off as far as things they have in common. 3/10

NoWeaknessShipping - Karen & Shauntal-Ok bumbling dork sounds cute, and her defending from Grimsley’s teasing sounds cute, and great now I find this cute. 8/10

RhymeShipping - Aaron (elite) & Karen-…ArE thEsE tWo ONly ShIPpeD cAUsE thEiR NAmEs RhYmE?! Jokes on you because imagine them working out together, or exploring the woods, or yeah let’s ship this! 8/10

ShootingStarShipping - Drake (Orange) & Karen-Hm, I mean I would like to see it before going anywhere with it. 4/10

SuckerPunchShipping - Marshal & Karen-…I see it more than Bruno, but also feel as though they could clash some how personality wise. I’d like to see a plot for it though. 4/10

TerrifyingShipping - Caitlin & Karen-They both have awful sleep schedules so I feel like trying to get a time they’re both awake would be a problem, and personality wise would clash. 1/10

Karen w/ a champion:

BoadiceaShipping - Cynthia & Karen-I like the best friend bond a thousand times better, but I see the appeal 7/10 BumpShipping - Steven Stone & Karen-If you asked me when I started this account I would of said,”in what world?” Now after having various interaction with multiple accounts I’m like 10/10 DreamTeamShipping - Alder & Karen-Eh…yes…and no? Like he did hit on Cynthia and she has qualities like her, so could maybe work. 6/10 NeoEliteShipping - Lance & Karen-Like yeah I can see it. It’d take flippin forever with Karen being a royal butt most of the time while adjusting to elite life, and then after that they’re both closed off with emotions so it’s take awhile. 10/10 I hate that my prediction was correct

Karen w/ a minor GAME npc:

BoxVirusShipping - Brigette & Karen-Could be interesting, but I’m not sold all the way 3/10 CassiaShipping - Karen & Sina-Very random, and tbh I say no because of what little they would connect on 0/10 ChicoryShipping - Cheryl & Karen-Cheryl is so sweet. I feel too sweet because Karen needs someone that will argue with her when she needs redirecting 0/10 ClosestShipping - Karen & Zinnia-I mean the rebellious streak, the slightly odd behavior? Karen would find it intriguing, and if the move was made she wouldn’t oppose it. 9/10 ! DarkMagicShipping - Eusine & Karen-Better watch out Morty, Ms. Steal Ya Dude is ova here! Yeah no no, they can only clash. Even without Morty beign the catalyst these 2 would clash. 0/10 DarkServiceShipping - Darach & Karen-Heh…the name alone tho. x3 (i am mature I swear) Ok kinda random, but possible. She isn’t one to look down on someone due to social status. 5/10 ! DarkShadowsShipping - Ingo & Karen -Him and his bro are so easy to ship to me, and yes she’d find his quirks cute while dragging him out of his shell while he’d keep her grounded. 10/10 DarkSpecterShipping - Riley & Karen-Like ok yeah, the mysterious vibe combined with a strong goal. I can see it. 7/10 ! GigabyteShipping - Bill & Karen-idk, Karen may not be a big science person but she finds it kind of interesting to listen to. Could work. 5/10 KurumiShipping - Karen & Lisia-Comin for ya girl Wallace! Tbh tho idk because I could see them having a cute mentee relationship if Karen did competition with the twist in dynamic of her mentor being younger. As for romance 3/10 NoirShipping - Karen & Marley-Karen’s inner thoughts as a person. Like could work, or maybe too similar. 3/10 SeventhJugglerShipping - Juggler (Trainer class) & Karen-Lol the title tho, like seventh juggler!? Boi has no name! I mean ok, sure. I love a relationship that keeps both parties guessing, and if Karen can handle WIll I think she’d be down to handle a second clown. XD 8/10

Karen w/ a minor ANIME/MOVIE npc:

BahamarShipping - Karen & Olesia-Don’t get at all, and I think she’s barely an adult 0/10 CamdenShipping - Karen & Michelle-Would make more sense with Lance 1/10 DarkMotherSocietyShipping - Delia & Karen-Why does everyone want ash’s mom? Also no. 0/10 DetoxicationShipping - Karen & Sakura-Aw naw, wholesome friendship. 0/10 FavoriteShipping - Lawrence III & Karen-Karen in twist!verse, yes. A hard yes. 10/10 Otherwise…eh…maybe? 5/10 GothicDJShipping - Karen & DJ Mary-Enemies 10/10, mostly Karen’s side. With her reporting on Karen’s past, and asking invasive questions wanting a scoop for her show. Romance -50/10 HazyShipping - Karen & Solidad-She’‘s down to earth, and I think her groove may fit well w/ Karen 6/10 LiminalShipping - Sir Aaron & Karen-Can we please just agree this is Riley but in his mega form? 7/10 MorriganShipping - Karen & Moria-I have no idea where this one came from, and I’m eh. 1/10

Karen w/ a Frontier brain:

AshikoShipping - Greta & Karen-Eh, I don’t see anything really 1/10 CapriShipping - Dahlia & Karen-Idk why I feel like they’re the same person, but I do, and eh. 4/10 DarkLuckShipping - Karen & Lucy-Her and Brock tho…also I feel like they’d fall into awkward silences often. 2/10 YorShipping - Brandon & Karen-Maybe as vigilantes together, that’d be a fun plot. Shipping though Idk. 4/10

TCG Characters: (All 0)

TaladasShipping - Felicity & Karen-Another news personality, but also with theatrics and I just don’t see it. 0/10 DarknessEnergyShipping - Mark & Karen-Not much on this guy. It’s a no cause she’s see him as a child, but look him up. 0/10 MoonSugarShipping - Karen & Mint-No iz too child, and also look the kid up. 0/10

OTHER MANGA Characters:

DarkGirlShipping - Karen & Rug-Turns out this is a real person, and not an actual rug. My bad. Also no she’d likely take the girl in as a mentee though. 0/10 MephistoShipping - Karen & Pauline-….eh. 1/10 RosarioShipping - Daisy (Cerulean) & Karen-I feel like it’s a possibility, but I’m not jumping full on board. 4/10

Karen and multiple people: (All are gonna be a no romantically because I don’t see Karen being poly, but I’ll give plot ideas)

DarkPathShipping - Brycen-Man, Grimsley, Sidney & Karen-Brycen is random….? Unless they do a movie where they’re all the bad guys and him as the ultimate villain maybe? Movie idea, 10/10.

DuskShipping - Karen, Houndoom & Skuntank-I can see Karen with a skunktank, and Garnet teaming with one for a double battle would be cool. 10/10

DystopianDarkActShipping - Brycen-man, Cyrus, Karen & Marley-Brycen-Man is everywhere with Karen, and I don’t know why…also sort of random combination…based on the name maybe a plot with them in a dystopian world. For some apocalypse theme plot though 10/10

EcostasisShipping - Flint (elite), Volkner, Candice, Karen & Sabrina-So the name is about extra bone formation….people that should all join team skull? Ooooor lab experiment plot? I guess 7/10

ElitismShipping - Falkner, Morty, Will, Clair, Karen & Whitney-I feel like the title is implying them thinking they’re better than everyone. I see none of this from any of these people, and am confused. 0/10

EsotericShipping - Grimsley, Sidney & Karen-YAAAAS DARK SQUAD! The name does suit them, and I don’t need to list any plots they easily make their own. 100/10

FrostingShipping - Dawn, Karen & Lovrina-Pulling from all the verses here, and all I see is a gal pal adventure. An odd adventure. KInda down tho. 5/10

HaremTaroShipping - Gold (Special), Crystal, Jasmine, Karen, DJ Mary & Whitney-I’ve never watched the anime this one is referring to so ???/10

HeolstorShipping - Falkner, Morty & Karen-There is no meaning behind the name, but maybe they’d be good camping buds. 7/10

IndigoLeagueShipping - Bruno, Koga, Lance, Will & Karen-As really super good friends, heck ye! Imagine a prank war plot now! 10/10

JohtoHaremShipping - Jimmy (Kenta), Karen, Marina (Johto), DJ Mary, Sakura & Whitney-….Due to the title there is clearly only one intention for this, and please no. -1000/10

KinkShipping - Erika, Karen & Sabrina-If you’re kink is having a good time pokemon battling! C’mon they’d be another awesome girl squad! :D (The things I do to keep sex talk at a pg-13 level). As buds 10/10

KuroyukihimeShipping - Princess Allie, Candice & Karen-Karen would want to punt the princess. Plot of her and Candice babysitting this child, and holding each other back from strangling her 9/10

LooseShipping - Cynthia, Jessie, Karen & Misty-…As a Gal pal squad that sounds awesome, and I want them all stuck bonding in a high school detention together. You got sporty chic (Misty), Delinquente (Karen), Theater kid (Jessie), and Miss Perfect (Cynthia) 10/10

LoyalMaskShipping - Carl, Will, Karen & Sham-I WANT TO WRITE OR RP THIS CREW SO BADLY! AH! Like, PLEASE! 1000/10

MaskedChildrenShipping - Carl, Silver (Special), Will, Blue (female), Karen & Sham-AGAIN! I WANNA WRITE THIS CREW! Not as much as the LoyalMask, but I LOVE DIS CREW! Fear the children! 10/10

MaskedGirlsShipping - Blue (female), Karen & Sham-Evil girly child squad sounds great! 10/10

MatsuriShipping - Morty, Agatha & Karen-I am imagining Agatha mentoring both of them, and they’re competing to be stronger. Don’t know past that, but sounds interesting 8/10

MidnightGardenShipping - Gardenia, Karen & Roxanne-I actually want them to start a gardening group that only meets at night. Sounds fun tbh, and could have some quirky fluff plots. 8/10

NewLookShipping - Elesa, Karen, Sabrina & Shelly-Them all shopping together sounds amazing. For each other would be interesting, but for another person sounds like absolute chaos, and I love it. 10/10

QuirkyMoonSugarShipping - Greta, Karen, Mint & Whitney-lot of verses here. Um yes definaley all quirky, dunno how their dynamic would be though. 2/10

ShadowedShipping - Clair, Cynthia & Karen-Again gal pals. 10/10

SororityShipping - Flannery, Karen & Lily (Kanto)-Them in a sorority maybe fun. I’m sorta down 6/10

ThreatOnAlertShipping - Grimsley, Morty, Alexa (XY), Dahlia & Karen-Is this a group of the most paranoid people because if so yeah I agree. 10/10

XenonDarkActShipping - Brycen-Man, Paul, Wallace & Karen-Another movie with them all as bad guys maybe? Idk how Paul would fit tho so 8/10 ShitennouShipping - Aaron (elite), Bruno, Drake (Hoenn), Flint (elite), Grimsley, Koga, Lance, Lucian, Marshal, Sidney, Siebold, Wikstrom, Will, Agatha, Bertha, Caitlin, Drasna, Glacia, Karen, Lorelei, Malva, Phoebe & Shauntal (gen infinite)-…Ok so this is basically everyone, and sure yeah let’s make em all buds. Down w/ that. I’d like giant team up, but am not writing all of that alone. 10/10

Karen with….Karen….????: (I had no idea where to fit this in.)

PerkyGothShipping - Karen & herself-She would know what herself needs to hear, so good, but also she likes different things, and may get bored. I suppose it depends on portrayal. ???/10

Other ships

BlackCatDog Shipping - Karen & Nanu They were shipped for a bit and I still think it’s a cute possibility. If nothing else just them talking about their pasts would be interesting. They’ve both been through alot. 8/10

MoonFlare Shipping - Karen & Lysandre If I could only choose 1 ship for Karen it’d be this one. I just really like the parallels that they have with each other, and how both of them have compassion for the opposite sides but due to roughly a similar reason. I’d have to go into alot to explain all that though. Basically I just really like how opposites attract here cause they’d both have to grow. 10/10

Aqua Moon shipping - Karen & Archie Again Karen’s awful around water and I just think these two would have a blast interacting with each other. They’d also both be able to have serious moments too,a nd could even talk about what it was like to leave Rocket. Also I have a really awesome idea for Deity!Verse. 8/10

BlackPaint Shipping - Karen & Mina This combines Karen and art like with the Burgh ship, plus fairy shenanigans like with Valerie, and also the punk but soft vibe both of these gals bring to the table. I love it 10/10

MoonHearts Shipping - Karen & Sonia Sonia trying to figure out how to scientist, and Karen trying to figure out how to elite, and them both being dorks. I love it! 8/10

MoonHive - Karen & Professor Juniper Juniper being science nerd but also super deep and philosophical and just her and Karen spending late nights talking about anything and everything sounds cute. 7/10

NightWatchers - Karen & Looker Ye they’d picker sometimes and yes Karen’s bar might become a problem, but what if they have to work together and spy shenanigans ensue with these dorks insisting to themselves they need to stay professional. Cute af. 10/10

BlackSmog Shipping - Karen & Tabitha Tbh I could see it. I’m not as firmly sold as some others but I can see it working. Besides Karen doesn’t care if someone’s an ex criminal or has humble beginnings. so ye could work! Although she’d def want to get Tabitha to work out with her. 6/10

#every karen ship #ooc #shipping #valentines day and all coming up reminded me of this

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Home: Chapter 2/8

A/N: Thank you to those that reviews. Didn't get a huge response but I know the first couple of chapters are kind of weak so I'm hoping you stick with me on this.

If you can find it in you to leave me a review I'd be forever grateful haha

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Second Year

"Beca," a voice groaned from the ground beside her.

Beca did not, could not, take her eyes of the Death Eater in front of her. She felt like if she did, he would either attack, or escape.

Yet she couldn't bring herself to attack first.

"Beca," the voice groaned again. "Help."

"So?" Stacie asked, sitting on the bottom of Beca's bed, crossing her legs.

Beca spent most of her time in their dormitory these days. Last year, she spent more time in the common room with the other Slytherins, but ever since this Heir of Slytherin stuff started happening, talk in the common room turned more and more into how muggle-borns didn't belong in Hogwarts, which Beca, of course, didn't agree with. So Beca spent most of her time out the way.

"So what?" Beca asked, looking up from her book. She was reading up on the disarming charm. She hadn't managed to get to grips with the wand movement, and their Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher was, to put it mildly, an idiot.

"Are you gonna come audition for Flitwick's choir or not?" Stacie asked.

Beca rolled her eyes. "Not," she said, looking back at her book. Stacie took it out of her hands with a huff of annoyance. "Dude!"

"Why not?" Stacie asked.

"Why would I?"

"Because," Stacie held up a finger, "you're good at singing," she held up a second, "you actually like singing," she held up a third, "I don't want to be the only Slytherin there."

"Imagine what my dad would say if I joined a choir," Beca said, shaking her head. "I still haven't told him I tried to try out for the Quidditch team. Not that it mattered."

The Quidditch try-out had been beyond frustrating. She was a good chaser, she knew she was, but captain Marcus Flint took one look at her small, skinny frame and laughed. He wouldn't even watch her fly. The memory of it still caused a flare of anger to rush through her.

"Are you going to spend your whole time at Hogwarts worrying what your dad will say? Here's a thought, just don't tell him," Stacie said.

"That's easy for you to say, your parents are actually nice," Beca said.

"And your dad is an asshole, I know, but still," Stacie said, "he isn't here, is he? You are."

Beca sighed. "I just… I don't know, Stace."

"Chloe will be there," Stacie added, a last ditch attempt to get Beca to agree to come.

Beca flushed red. "Why are you telling me that?"

"Oh, are you trying to tell me you don't want an excuse to see her? Don't insult my intelligence," Stacie said.

Beca didn't bother to argue. "Fine," she said. "I'll come."

"Hurray!" Stacie said, her arms raised in triumph. "This will be fun."

Beca shook her head and picked up her book again. "You're a weirdo."

When she and Stacie had arrived at the audition that Saturday afternoon, everyone already there fell silent at the sight of them and their green and silver ties. They really were the only two Slytherins there.

Beca was on the verge of walking out, but Chloe leapt to her feet, clearly so happy to see her.

"Beca!" She yelled, pulling a startled Beca into a hug. "You came!"

"Uhh," Beca said, looking alarmed. "Yeah. You know Stacie, right?"

"Of course!" Chloe said, hugging her too.

Beca glanced around the room and saw a few people she recognised.

There was Chloe's best friend Aubrey, with the self-named Fat Amy and some other Gryffindors who later introduced themselves as Jesse and Flo.

Emily Junk was there, along with two other Hufflepuffs called Jessica and Ashley, who seemed glued at the hip.

Ravenclaw Benjamin ("Call me Benji," he had said, introducing himself) was also there. The other two Ravenclaws was a third year girl called Cynthia-Rose, and a slightly terrifying girl named Lily, who, when Stacie asked what year she was in, mumbled something none of them could quite hear, but which sounded like "I've been here longer than Dumbledore."

Auditioning for Flitwick's choir turned out to be less of an audition, and more of singing the Hogwarts house song so Flitwick knew where to put you.

Beca was put with the altos and they began to sing. By the end of her first rehearsal, Beca wondered why she'd been nervous and reluctant to join. Singing was probably her second favourite thing to do, after flying, and she liked everyone there. They were nerds, sure, but they were kind of awesome nerds.

Also, due to the way Flitwick had arranged them, she had been stood next to Chloe the entire time, which Beca was definitely not complaining about. Being in close proximity to Chloe made her heart speed up and her face feel hot. It was like standing too close to a fire. Beca was afraid she would get burned.

After a few weeks of rehearsing, the group actually started to sound good together.

She especially liked the way hers and Chloe's voices had blended. As if they were made to harmonise with each other. While they both sounded great on their own, as soon as they came together it was like, well, magic.

Rehearsals were put on hold, however, when a member of their choir was found petrified outside of his common room. It was the slightly dorky but very lovable muggle-born Benji, who had impressed them so often with his muggle magic tricks.

People started to take the heir of Slytherin stuff more seriously. People started travelling in groups, shooting dirty looks at any Slytherin they came across.

After a third student was attacked, a Hufflepuff this time, but no one that Beca knew, the atmosphere in the castle was starting to get tense.

Some Slytherins, the ones Beca always tried to avoid, thought the heir was some hero. Someone trying to "cleanse the school of filth". It made Beca feel sick. On Christmas evening, Beca heard Draco Malfoy talk loudly to a stupider than usual Crabbe and Goyle, about how he wish he knew who the heir was.

One morning Beca was standing just outside the Great Hall, looking at the hour glasses containing the house points. Slytherin were in the lead again, but that didn't mean much. They had actually won last year but due to some, as Stacie put it, Dumbledore bullshit, they'd come second to Gryffindor.

To be fair to Harry Potter and his friends, they had stopped Voldemort from getting some important stone. Beca had to admit that they deserved those few hundred points, even though she'd never admit that to her fellow Slytherins.

The thought that he'd been in the school, had actually been in the same room as Beca, still made her feel cold all over.

She was lost in thought, still looking at the constantly changing hour glasses, when she was shoved aside.

"Hey!" Beca said, annoyed as the books she was holding fell out of her arms. One of the Gryffindors who'd pushed her turned around.

"Sorry!" They said, their voice dripping with sarcasm. "Don't set Slytherin's monster on me!"

Beca rolled her eyes but didn't respond. It wasn't a fun time to be a Slytherin.

When she crouched to pick up her books, her vision was obscured by red hair.

"Ignore them," Chloe said, helping her pick up her books. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah," Beca said, taking the books from Chloe. "Thanks."

"They're just idiots. I bet they think Harry Potter's involved too," Chloe said.

"I mean when is he not involved in something? He literally flew a car to school this year."

Chloe laughed. "Right?"

"So, uh, I'll see you round," Beca said, turning and walking into the Great Hall.

"Wait!" Chloe said, catching up to her. "I wanted to tell you something."

"What's up?"

"So I had a detention with Snape last week," she said.

"You had detention? What for?"

"Oh, you know my thing where I ask too many questions and don't realise I'm being annoying?"

"Yeah," Beca said.

"Well Snape didn't appreciate me asking over and over what Slytherin's monster could be. I figured of all the teachers he would know, but he didn't," Chloe said. "Anyway, while I was doing my detention, I found out that there's this book that has every single person who ever went to Hogwarts, and what house they were in. It also shows if they'd ever been a prefect, head boy or girl, or a Quidditch captain."

"So?"

"So you can find out some stuff about your Mom, can't you?" Chloe asked, grinning broadly.

Beca felt a stomach flip and her face flush. "I, um, I don't think I'll be able to find her."

"Why? Do you not even know her name?" Chloe asked, shocked.

"I know her first name," Beca said, "but not her surname." Beca was aware that she could stop right there. She didn't need to say anymore, but for some reason she didn't want to hide anything from Chloe. "But even if I did, she wouldn't be in there."

Chloe looked at her, tilting her head slightly. "Let's go take a walk," she said. "We have a bit of time before class."

"Sure," Beca said, wanting to get away from anyone who could overhear.

It was cold outside, and Chloe linked her arm with Beca's as they walked, huddling close to her.

"Your Mom was a muggle," Chloe said. It wasn't a question.

"Yeah," Beca replied.

More silence followed.

"Are you ashamed of that?"

"No!" Beca said, pulling away slightly. "Of course not."

More silence.

"You know who my dad is, right?" Beca asked.

"Of course I do."

"Well… He thinks if it gets out that he had a kid with a muggle, it'll be bad for him. For his reputation. I don't care about his reputation, but I do care about getting through summer break alive," Beca said, sounding bitter. "He made me swear that if anyone asked about her, I'd say she was some witch that I never met."

"I'm sorry Beca," Chloe said. "Did she really die when you were born?"

Beca shrugged. "I think so. That's what he told me, anyway. I think she lived long enough to tell them my dad's name. And my dad came to get me from a foster home when I was a baby. I don't think he actually wanted me, he never loved my Mom or anything, but he said he couldn't have me being raised as a muggle and then coming to Hogwarts with his name."

"That's… That's really sad Beca. I'm sorry," Chloe said, putting an arm around her shoulder and pulling her close. "He doesn't sound like a good dad."

"He isn't," Beca said. "He's not a good person."

"All those rumours about him… Are they true?"

"Yeah," Beca said. "I hate having his name. I hate the way people look at me when they hear it. I hate that people assume I'm like him."

"Anyone who gets to know you, knows you aren't like him," Chloe said.

"I guess," Beca said with a sigh. "Come on, we'll be late for our first class."

"Thank you for telling me all this."

"Thank you for listening. But, um, please don't share it with anyone else? If he found out…"

"I won't say a word," Chloe said. "I promise."

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15: Relax

Your heart thumps in your chest as you stand in front of the building. The storefront has a rather cozy look, like one of those salvaged antiques shops, where even the outside looks like some sweet old lady still lives there. A quick glance down at the ad in your hands confirms that this is, in fact, the right place, if the modest sign over the door wasn't enough. Flint's Relaxation Service, a straightforward enough name. It promised a unique calming experience, induced and overseen by a dragon. The rather plain logo even includes an illustration of her - Flint's, you assume - head, a smiling silver dragon with yellow eyes and a very slight rainbow throughout her scales. The sign over the door, slightly weathered, doesn't have that extra sheen of color, but it's most definitely the same dragoness. And, with another look at the advertisement, the address matches, too.

Another deep breath. You tell yourself to stop stalling. It couldn’t possibly be a trap, right? Surely, if she was controlling the minds of her customers, someone would have noticed already and mounted some sort of crusade or at least counter-ad... thing against her. With that thought in mind, you finally walk up to the door and pull it open. The bell inside jingles, and you step in.

Inside, it looks like a rather generic waiting room for a therapist of some sort. A couple of cushioned chairs, a few potted plants, and a coffee table with some magazines scattered on it were arranged on one side of the entrance room. However, there’s one small detail about the room that makes it different from any other therapist’s office. Not only is the ceiling much higher, probably about two floors up after a short overhang at the entrance, but there’s also a large, silvery dragon staring at the crossword puzzle in today's newspaper. A large, cloth wrap or headband rests around her head, just over her yellow eyes, its dull grey color standing out against her iridescent scales. She glances in your direction, her eyes widen slightly, and she quickly pulls down the cloth, repurposing it as a blindfold.

The dragon fiddles a bit more with the blindfold, making sure it’s all the way on, before she speaks. “Oh! Ah, wasn’t expecting... welcome to Flint’s Relaxation Service! I’m Flint, and it’s a pleasure to meet you.” She smiles, keeping her mouth closed - probably to hide her fangs from a potentially skittish human - and tilts her head to one side. “Are you looking to try a session? My schedule is open for most of today.”

“Uh, yeah, I found this place through the ad, and it mentions a... lower price? Er, I mean, a discount on a trial session thing.” You scratch your head, slightly confused. “If you don’t mind, ma’am, what’s with the blindfold? You were doing a crossword when I came in, so you’re not blind... Is it a dragon culture thing to hide one’s eyes?”

Flint shakes her head slowly, and you notice that she’s crouching to appear only about one story tall. “No, or at least not as far as I’m aware - I was raised by a human. I cover my eyes for the comfort of my clients. Some of them do some research into thoughtwyrms like me, and they inevitably discover that young dragons of my breed overwrite others’ thoughts on eye contact. So, I cover my eyes, means no eye contact, and clients - potential and otherwise - can put the thought of me controlling them to keep coming back out of their, uh, minds,” she says, the practiced, almost automatic start of the response fading out into self-conscious hesitation when she thinks about the words individually. “Anyway. I often leave it off for repeat customers, since they know more how I work. Speaking of, there’s a few release forms on the counter, as well as a pen or three. I’d point to them more directly, but, well,” she raises a scaly paw and taps one of her digits against the blindfold, “just let me know when they’re all filled out, and we can get started.”

The forms turn out to be slightly more than boilerplate. In addition to the usual stuff about accepting common risks of using nontraditional treatments to treat diagnosed disorders, there are a few paragraphs about accepting that Flint is allowed to command you to do things that aren’t unreasonable. Still, the information paper next to the release forms claimed that you would at least have memory of your actions, so you’d at least be able to act on such a suspicion. And so, a few signatures, dates, and affirmations that you’re not taking any mind-magic interfering medication, artifacts, that sort of thing, you let the dragoness know you’re ready. She holds out a paw, you place the paper in it, and she lifts her blindfold to scan over it.

“Okay, looks good... broccoli allergy? Huh, that’s a new one. Won’t be a problem, of course; there’s no food in here and I’m carnivorous anyway. So, if you’ll just follow me to the back...” She turned and opened a pair of larger-than-normal doors, fitting through easily and putting the signed papers on a desk to the side. You follow her through the door, careful not to bump up against her too much or get stepped on, and find yourself in a room that looks more like a living room than anything else. Its main feature is a remarkable variety of chairs - a recliner, a few beanbags, a couch, an exercise ball, a sheetless bed... even a basic, hard plastic school chair stood around the room. “Alright! Pick a chair, get comfortable, and we’ll start.”

After stretching out a bit in the recliner, you give the dragon a thumbs-up. She lays down in the empty part of the room and keeps her head around your eye level. Her multicolored scales shift in hue as she moves about, and it’s actually rather difficult to tear your eyes away from. “Okay, so what I’m gonna need you to do is look me right in the eyes,” she instructs, and you comply, staring right at the now uncovered, yellow orbs. “And now... give in.” Her vibrant yellow eyes suddenly seem to flare up into a glowing golden color, accompanied by a literal glow of magic.

Especially with her eyes like this - more alive than life itself, it seems - Flint is a beautiful dragon, and very polite with her prospective clients, and even quite sensible. She smiles, and you catch the motion of her tail tapping against the floor in your peripheral vision. The dragon places one shimmering forepaw on your lap and stares back at you. “There you go. Now, would you kindly give my paw a few rubs? And mention what’s brought you here.”

In this chair, watching her move has already started to calm you down. Naturally, there’s nothing wrong with rewarding the dragon for her very effective treatment - this session IS free, after all - and besides, running your hands all over her paw is an excellent excuse to feel what a dragon’s scales are like, and see how her iridescence works. “To here specifically? The promise of a one of a kind experience, as well as meeting a dragon for real. The two are kind of intertwined.” Her scales are surprisingly soft, and as you work your hands around her fingers, and she's dulled her claws. "In general, just... general stress, I suppose. Long hours, annoying coworkers. Had to really talk myself into coming here, knowing it's essentially leisure time that could be spent on a productive side project." With her paw in your lap, you notice quite well the glittery, golden flecks speckling her claws, and wonder how long it takes for her to apply it.

Flint nodded in understanding and withdrew her paw. "Yes, that's actually rather common. Almost distressingly so, I must confess. So, you came here without really knowing what I do, right? Hadn't heard of a thoughtwyrm, at least. Would you kindly tell me what you thought would happen here, before you walked through the door to this building?" The dragon flicked her tongue out and smiled. "And my eyes are up here, dear. Give them a look."

You snap your gaze up and look right at her brilliant, gold eyes. Her soft smile and beautiful scales send a wave of relaxation over you, washing away the very stress you just admitted. "The whole thing with you being a dragon was, as I said, part of the reason I was curious about this place, so most of my conceptions came from that. Thought maybe it was like one of those snake massage places, but with your tail instead of a snake, or perhaps those really... really weird places that employ snakes, dragons, and other large creatures to eat their clients and let them out after their stomachs had given them a quote-unquote 'full body massage.'"

The dragoness giggles, and you catch a glimpse of the sharp teeth she'd tried to avoid showing earlier. "So you thought I would eat you or sit on you?"

You shake your head calmly, keeping your eyes locked with hers, and try to correct her assumptions, saying, "not really sitting on me, but nearby, just the tail on top. I'm not really sure if that would even be effective, now that I think of it, because dragons’ tails don't move like snake bodies. You're half-right with the other one, though; I did consider it a possibility."

"Mm. Well, it's not safe for me to swallow people, so 'my stomach' really isn't a valid seat for my sessions. Besides, you wouldn't be able to see these lovely, golden eyes of mine." She blinks rapidly as though fluttering nonexistent eyelashes, and you nod slowly, realizing how much of a loss that tradeoff would be. "In any case, our time is almost up. Your mind will reconstruct some of the stress and worry that you came in with, but it should be less. And to allay a common worry after some time with me, I do keep what you’ve said between us two alone.”

The radiant glow in her eyes fades slowly, then she stands up and stretches after crouching for so long. “Wait a few minutes before you head back to the lobby, and if you decide to request another session, make sure not to fill out the form until at least tomorrow,” she says in the smooth, even cadence of someone reciting a line she’s said hundreds of times before, “you likely don’t realize it, but you are under mind control right now. It should fade away five minutes after I’ve stopped refreshing my hold on you, but you should give it some extra time, just in case.”

Following her example, you stand and stretch a little, taking some more time to look around. You had mostly just seen the chairs when you came in, and after that, Flint’s gorgeous eyes captivated you. But now, you can check out what else is in the room sized for a dragon. The room seems like it’s almost divided in two: one part for her human clients, holding the chairs, a few potted plants, a couple of generic nature-themed framed pictures, some carpet, and even some false trim eight feet up or so to make it feel like there’s a ceiling; the other part for Flint, herself. It’s sparsely decorated, with a hard floor to resist her claws, and most of the pictures around her eye level. If you look hard at them, you can even make some of them out. A lot of them have a much smaller dragon with the same scales as Flint with a human man.

“Hey, uh, miss Flint? If you don’t mind, who’s that dragon in those pictures? Your daughter?”

The dragoness blinked, surprise visible in her yellow eyes. “Oh! You noticed those. That’s actually me in them, and my- my father, Oliver. Adopted, as you can probably guess.” She smiles at the painting. “He raised me from just about an egg. When I kept trying to hypnotize him - staying up late, getting extra food, you know, kid things - he got the idea for this business. When I was old enough to be able, I started helping him up front, and when he was too old to be able, I took over in full.”

“Oh, he sounds very nice, especially if he raised such a pleasant dragon,” you say with only slight hesitation. Your mind has started to protest complimenting her, in case she might have hypnotized you into doing so.

“He was,” she replies, her smile turning bittersweet, “though I still do my best to make him proud of me.” Flint steals a glance at the clock, then pulls her wings close to her and nods to you. “But, uh, I’d rather not bore you with my life story. It’s been five or so minutes, so you should be fine to go.”

You nod at her and wish her a good day before seeing yourself out, making sure to grab an appointment sheet on your way. You’ll give it a day like she said, but after such a pleasant, carefree time, Flint is definitely getting another visit from you.

#writing #hypnosis #dragon #ocs #oc: flint #text #smaugust in november

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a-sweet-pea · 5 years

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Ember : Part Four

Part Three

“C’mon, c’mon,” Kel muttered, striking metal against stone over and over. “Nothing’s wet, you’ve got no excuse.” Excuse or not, the wood wasn’t catching. A few times, he got a fair spray of sparks, but they fell on the broken branches like dust and did nothing of any use. “Come on.” Finally, a spark landed on just the right bit and there was a single glowing spot in the pile.

“Oh, there it goes!” He slapped his knee, smile wide on his face. The embers were brightening, growing little flame tongues that licked at the kindling. Quicker than any natural flame ought to. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw something that hadn’t been there a moment before. Something small.

Something…someone standing about a few feet away down the road from where he sat, arms raised, eyes closed in concentration. A human figure six inches high, the same one he’d seen at the cottage, if he wasn’t mistaken.

Fire magic.

Kel had heard of it, but not seen it. For such a dangerous, violent thing as flame, the little creature looked rather peaceful doing it. He rested his elbow on his knee and his head on his hand, watching quietly as the little figure breathed deep and lowered their arms. When they opened their eyes, their gaze landed straight on Kel.

“Hello.” He said quietly. The creature took a step backward, and glanced behind them. “No, no, it’s alright!” He raised both hands palm up, a gesture of peace, he hoped. “I’m not gonna hurt you. Please, don’t run off again.” They didn’t come any closer, but they didn’t run either. “I just wanted to thank you.” He gestured toward the fire, now properly caught. “That’s quite a talent you’ve got.” He smiled. “I could do with starting a fire any time I had a mind to. One could say that’s what a flint and steel are for, but I think that little demonstration proves they aren’t altogether reliable.” He tucked the equipment back into his bag. “Between the two of us, I suspect the flint and steel are just fine, and it’s me that’s the unreliable one.”

A sound like the silver bell on the chain, but lighter and covered.

“That you laughing?” Kel turned back to the creature. They had a hand over their mouth. “It was, wasn’t it?” No response, but the hand lowered. “Well, nice that someone thinks I’m funny.” He sat up straight again. “How about you come sit by the fire we made?” The creature craned their neck further upward; Kel thought he could see their little hands shaking. He hadn’t thought much of sitting up, but now he did, he must realized have looked half again as tall sitting straight up as when he’d been leaning forward. I’d better not stand without giving plenty of forewarning.

“You needn’t be frightened.” He hunched his shoulders on the offchance that would make him look smaller. “I’m not the least bit dangerous, I promise. I’m just a messenger. Look,” He opened the inner pouch on his bag and puled out the thick envelope, sealed with red wax. “Letters I’m taking to shop in Elswood. Those of us who haven’t got exciting, make-fire-out-of-nowhere sort of powers have got to get messages to each other the old fashioned way; by sending some poor sod to ride from one person to another. And if the poor sod’s real unlucky,” he said, tucking the bulky envelope back into the pouch. “He’ll have to go on foot, because the forest so thick with rain the mud would turn a horse’s ankle.” He turned back to the little figure, miraculously not disappeared. “Never mind my ankles, eh?”

There was the bell-laugh again. Such a bright little sound.

“See? I’m no monster. I’m a second-rate jester.” He laughed himself, and patted the area of flat stone beside him on the ground. “Won’t you sit and talk a while?” The figure didn’t move, they looked down, a bit sadly, then back up at him. They opened their mouth, and out came the tinkling of bells.

“Oh. Well, you could sit anyway.” He furrowed his brow. “But you can understand me?”

A vigorous nod, with more bell sounds.

“My condolences.”

More bell-laughter.

“Name’s Kellam, by the by.” He reached a hand out for…he wasn’t quite sure. A handshake, he supposed, was the impulse, but there wasn’t much chance of that. The little creature staggered backward at the approach of his hand, and stared at it as it hung awkwardly in the air. He was about to take it back when the creature stepped toward it again; tentatively at first, then a confident stride. They reached out their own hand but held it flat with the palm facing up.

“I, I don’t…”

They pointed at Kellam with their other hand, then pointed at the flat hand.

Like a man possessed, he turned his hand so the palm faced up, and lowered it to the ground beside the tiny figure. As if it were the most natural thing in the world, they climbed up onto his palm. A slight weight, and a warmth like a stone that’s been sitting at the hearth all night. Slow as he could, he raised his hand up to his face. They were head and shoulders taller than his longest finger, with pale golden skin and bright coppery hair short as a stableboy’s. They wore a short-sleeved tunic of some shimmering orange fabric with golden trim, and no shoes. Kel might have wondered how they weren’t terribly cold dressed that way, if not for the heat coming off them.

They were shaking, Kel could feel it as well as see it, but there was a faint smile on their radiant face. And radiant they were; there was a glow to their whole body, like the aura the moon gets when its full.

“You are a faery, aren’t you?” He spoke as soft as he could; the wind of his breath fluttered the hem of their tunic. They lifted a hand to their chest and gave Kellam a shallow bow. “I’ll take that as a yes.” They nodded. “It’s lovely to meet you…” He frowned. “I suppose you’ve got a name that’s all tinkly sounds I couldn’t say if I tried.” They nodded and said something in bell tones. “Mind if I call you by a name I can fit my head around? Something that suits a little firestarter. Ember?”

The fairy’s glow brightened as their smile grew. They raised a hand and a flicker of flame appeared in it, dancing for a brief moment before disappearing.

“Ember it is. Oh, I’m sorry for…” he looked down a minute, then back up when he failed to find the words for it. “…back at your cottage.” They shook their head, gesturing with a hand as if to wave away the offense. “I hope I didn’t run everybody else out of their homes.” A knowing smile spread across their face, like they were bursting with a secret. Very slightly, they lifted a hand and pointed behind Kellam.

He turned his head.

Lights were on and cottage doors open. All along the path, lined up against the stone walls, huddled together in tentative clusters, peering from behind the doorframes, were dozens of bright fairy figures, none of them taller than his hand. They were clothed in similar plain, but richly-colored tunics, and they were all looking up at him, some warily, some with excitement or curiosity.

“Oh.” The faeries startled at his voice, tucking themselves behind doorframes or huddling next to their bretheren. “It’s lovely to meet you as well, everybody else.”

#giant/tiny #g/t #g/t fluff #g/t fiction #g/t writing #giant man #fantasy #ember

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twofrontteethstillcrooked · 5 years

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silverflint drabble, 3 Dec. 2018

(@silverflintdaily)

snow, gun, remorse

"Who's got the gun?" Flint said. Spluttered, actually, trying to sit up with a gasp; the pain at his temples suggested it was feasible he was the one who'd been shot. He raised his hands to his head like they could dampen the deafening sound of blood leaking from his ears.

"I think you were dreaming," Silver screamed, or, possibly, said at a completely normal volume.

snow, gun, remorse

"I think you were dreaming," Silver screamed, or, possibly, said at a completely normal volume.

The room was blurry, as though filmed through a lens smeared with Vaseline. Silver's flannels shone through the gloom like red and green beacons. Flint managed to pull himself out of the couch cushions, feeling like he was being buoyed along in some sort of rowboat; there were waves beneath him, threatening to wash him back out to sea. Silver was floating nearer like tacky driftwood, his uncombed hair a riot and his smile somehow not condescending.

"Nice pajamas," Flint rasped. His mouth tasted like couch cushion and cheap old scotch.

"Thank you." Silver sat down on the closest windowsill and slowly reeled up the blinds. White light strong as a nuclear detonation -- strong as all of Flint's remorse -- filled the room. "Well, it definitely snowed last night."

Flint would take his word for it because there was no way he could open his eyes again. There was probably some kind of appropriate response he was supposed to give as the other person in the conversation. What came out of his mouth was, "Murggph."

Silver patted the arm Flint had thrown over his own face. "I'll make you some coffee." It sounded like he put down the shade halfway, thank god.

"You don't drink coffee."

"That doesn't mean I can't make you some."

Flint lowered his arm in time to see Silver with his crutch headed toward what Flint supposed was the kitchen. "Are your pajamas infested with reindeer?" he asked, because it concerned him that the answer would be yes.

"So you're super bad at this holiday stuff, yeah?" Silver yelled out.

A groan was as good as a word, but Flint wanted to do better than that. "This isn't the holidays," he stated emphatically. "December 4th is not the fucking holidays."

"Only three weeks to go, Ebenezer." While something rattled unsupervised in the kitchen like a box of feral cats Silver came back out to lean against a dinner table and wipe his hands on a tea towel patterned in penguins wearing Santa hats.

"Christmas is three whole weeks away, and the first day of Christmas technically doesn't start until Christmas day itself, and yet I have already heard no fewer than eight godforsaken versions of 'Have a Holly Jolly Christmas' no fewer than seven dozen times each in public locations in the last three weeks." Flint felt the same icy rage that had sent him to the airport bar yesterday rising to the surface, despite the look on Silver's face. "Tell me that's not torture as defined by international law. Tell me there isn't a kid working at Bubba Burgers right now who's about to go 'round the goddamn bend listening to Michael fucking Buble on a loop and we'll talk, but--"

"Listen," Silver interrupted. He bounced down next to Flint like a Tigger who'd learned how to master a real leopard's sudden lethal pounce. "You don't have to tell me what it's like out there this time of year. It's entirely likely that kid at Bubba's is gritting his teeth and coping, which is a sight more than you're doing, because that kid has bills to pay and baby Jesus won't be leaving a filled stocking where that kid's squatting this week, okay?" Silver blew out a breath and put his hands on his reindeer'd knees. "I get that you hate this time of year, and you have your reasons, but the rest of the office, myself most especially included, would appreciate it if you could just go take a fucking walk when you get this wound up. Everyone knows Christmas is a lot of racket. Some of us would like to enjoy the corporate gifts anyway."

The seriousness of his tone was punctuated by the sharp whistle of a kettle. A few minutes later he was giving Flint a mug shaped like a decapitated snowman head filled with something steamy and smelling vaguely of cinnamon.

"Do you even have any coffee?" Flint asked, knowing it would make him sound peevish.

"Nope." Silver nudged him until he moved over on the couch. "It's Christmas tea, though. Nice and strong."

Flint took a sip. It tasted like there were multiple spices in there and the tea was hot like the surface of the sun. He took another few sips. After half a mug he started to feel saner. He chanced glancing at Silver, who was sipping from an overlarge green mug that said 'When I think about you, I touch my elf' on the side. Flint watched his throat as he swallowed and felt his own throat go dry from it.

"You didn't have to come fetch me last night," Flint said, by way of apology.

Silver snorted lightly. "I didn't fetch you, dipshit. I was at the airport too."

This was honest news to Flint. "Why?"

"Madi was supposed to come in for a conference. She got stuck at her connection at Logan, but her texts went into the ether for a while, or my phone's crapping out or something, so I didn't know until I was already waiting at the other end of Chez 747."

Flint thought for a moment. "Is she still on her way, or--"

"Nah, the conference is cancelled since half the scientists are stuck in random cities. I think they're rescheduling for, like, August. Some month when it's guaranteed not to snow."

Silver sounded so breezy, Flint thought, you'd never know he was upset at all if you didn't know him.

"It's fine." Silver sighed, as though Flint had commented. Sighed again. "You were very hostile about that bag last night." He pointed at Flint's black and tan carry-on, which was tumped over by the front door.

"I don't remember--"

"Actually, you were fairly hostile about everything last night. Have you thought about therapy? I'm no expert but you seem like a good candidate for some."

Flint put down the mug. "I was asked never to return to the Little Sisters of Mercy clinic after a single hour-long session."

"See, I know you're joking, but that's easily the most plausible thing you've ever said." Silver looked at Flint with a smart-ass expression. When Flint shrugged, he shook his head with a little laugh. "You're welcome to take a shower. There's plenty of food in the place, too, since I thought, you know. I was already planning to have company for a few days."

"I should call a taxi." A taxi, Flint thought, because fuck Uber. He had a vague recollection of having had similar thoughts last night at some point while still at the airport. The idea of going out into the cold and the white did not hold much more appeal now than it had then.

Silver shook his head again. "No-one's supposed to be on the roads. State of emergency and all that. We're lucky to have escaped the airport when we did." At Flint's frown he continued, "Take a shower and we'll have brunch. The lights are still on; if you're hell-bent on doing some work you can use my laptop."

"I'm sorry to impose--"

"Since when?" Silver levered himself off the couch. "It's not a problem."

Flint stood up beside him. It was the worst choice he ever made in his whole life, which was saying something. The room heaved like it was the world's biggest stomach. He stood there swaying in the surf for what seemed like a solid ten minutes, with only Silver's hand on his elbow to keep him from being thrown against rough-glass rocks. Flint's vision finally cleared, and the floor stopped surging.

Silver was standing very near. "Better?" he asked quietly.

"Yeah."

"I called Gates and told him where you, we, were, by the way--"

"Thank you."

"--since you hadn't bothered to do that."

Flint gave him a level look. "I can't overstate how much I appreciate your hospitality."

Silver narrowed his eyes. "You could always try."

"Bathroom's down the hall?" Flint parried.

"Yep."

Flint took five steps away and looked back. Silver was standing there looking at the ceiling as though it would grant him guidance or respite.

"I really," Flint started, with his throat tight. "I really do appreciate...this." He gave a little something-like-a-smile. "You."

Silver held his gaze. "You're welcome," he said after a moment. "I'm gonna go start some food." He turned to go to the kitchen. "Please don't drown in the tub."

#silverflintdow #black sails #silverflint #fic

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rgr-pop · 5 years

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Here is probably everything else I wore out and about this year less often or less memorably, I guess? It doesn’t seem like it, but I guess!

eyes:

Recently I’ve been trying to get use out of Subculture’s stone shade, Mercury. I really, really want to do grey and taupe and stone eye looks but I do not have what I need. This particular shade darkens a lot. I want to keep Subculture out to try to do new things with it–make that shade work more with the yellows, use the rosy shades, wear that metallic ONCE (I never have!!). I don’t really even remember wearing the Kristen Leanne palette this year, it was probably either the purple or the gold. This thing really is very pretty but it’s full of the kinds of potential looks I’ve already mastered and am unchallenged by. The UD Nocturnal palette is getting quite old and I’m trying to breathe new life into it–tried some looks with that purple and silver but it’s not the Cool Toned™ look I’m craving… I only use the mattes WnW’s revamped Comfort Zone palette (for how many years will we refer to it like that?) but I like them, as far as neutrals go. That Dior palette came from one of you guys and I’m still trying to figure out what it’s good for–I think I’m going to wear it on my face? That center shade in particular is just lovely for me. These just feel delicious.

Colourpop Sprinkle Me (this is kind of my go-to shimmery neutral “topper” shade, to the extent that I think it makes me lazy and I’m trying to use it left) and Don’t Leave, L’Oreal Infallible in Golden Emerald (these are still so good!), a Stila Magnificent Metals, the old kind you mix with a medium, in Metallic Gilded Gold. I did wear one of the Glitter and Glows this year but I guess it didn’t end up in here! MAC’s Bird of Prey pressed pigment from that LE Star Trek line–this remains just okay for me but I respect my choice to purchase it based on having the best of all the shade names! Bunch of fucking pencils, idk, I’m very lost when it comes to pencils: a NYX jumbo in Cashmere, a NYX retractable in Gold, Milani glitter retractable in Emerald Stone: they are all fine. A lot of this green and gold stuff was my NYE look.

I seem to recall doing an all-over-the-face look with that fluorescent pink Sweetpea & Fay pigment. I still have this! Pigments last forever! I am gonna keep this out for a blush.

There are three Grinch liquid liners from Pur that Westlin got me for Christmas (!) and I’ve been playing around with them. Reader, I’m out of practice. I’m not good at liquid liner. That is why I had coveted this set in the first place, because I didn’t have any and they’re the brush kind, which I always liked back in the days when we all wore liquid liner. But the learning curve is killing me a little bit here.

Two things I got from @madmoths that I’m still playing around with. That CYO mascara is GREEN! A dark green, pretty subtle on bare lashes. I wore it a few times then I wanted to keep it closed for a while until I got a white primer to try it with, so it didn’t dry out (esp given I have 100 mascaras open currently). I will report how it looks over the primer! What color eyeshadow with an evergreen lash? This would be a great time for a milky matte pink or mauve, which I DO NOT have! Strawberry milk + pine is a good colour combination. Then, black cherry or plum (for spring) and maybe mustard yellow. Seems like that is the agenda! Then there is a MAC dazzleshadow in Can’t Stop Won’t Stop. This has a plummy base with a looovely perfect light blue glitter in it, I’m trying to figure out the best way to layer it to bring out the blue. It is part of my cherry for spring plan! Sometimes I feel like I have a hard time wearing dark shades on my lid without feeling too…formal? And this is something I’m trying to get over. I think wearing them in particularly informal settings will help. (Maybe this is reservations about “sexy”?) This would look so good with a powder blue liner.

face:

I realize now that I should have put Anastasia’s Moonchild palette in my more used pile, I had totally forgotten about how all of January I wanted to be tin man. That silver-grey looks very flattering on me, but I want it to look grey. I want a fucking grey face highlighter. Pale princess problems :(

UD’s Bittersweet Afterglow blush, NYX’s Codebreaker ombre blush and Pinky powder blush: these are fine. Becca’s Opal is fine. That WnW Zodiac highlighting bar (Earth) is nice, it’s fine. It kinda made me like Mary Loumanizer, of all things, more, in comparison. That peachy Vera Mona thing is an eyeshadow that I wear as a blush. I am always thinking that I wish I had a peachy shimmery blush and forgetting I have that. I do not recommend those WnW stick blushes. I somewhat strongly recommend the Revolution liquid highlighters and the WnW Hello Halo liquid highlighters, the above are in the shades Liquid Champagne and Guilded (?) Glow. I like the Revolution one marginally better on me, easier to blend out.

I really wanted to like that Hourglass Vanish stick highlighter when it came out and I was amped to get a mini, it was so hyped and well-regarded. The shade is Champagne something or other. Maybe it’s just that I don’t wear foundation? But I don’t find this to be any nicer than any other stick highlighter I’ve tried, and I do like that kind of thing. It’s okay.

That WnW Illuminating Palette is still pretty nice, I feel like whenever I get bored of it I find a new way to use it. I have an idea about that and that little Vintage pink blush-highlight, they are both relatively subtle and very smooth: I think I might try to use them as finishing powders all over my whole face. Will report back.

That Colourpop blush is in the shade Bardot and I’m making a point to use it henceforth, these things don’t have forever shelf lives. It’s nice! I don’t love the super shock formula for blush specifically, I think it’s finnicky on a brush.

Oh! and my City Color Be Matte blush in Fresh Melon. Still my favorite. I’m a little concerned that it’s getting drier, and I cannot replace it!!

lips:

MAC Watch Me Simmer, still maybe my favorite lipstick of all time when I wear it, still haven’t found a dupe, lately I’m into wearing it very blotted out, because their cremes do emphasize lip weirdness and my lips have been VERY WEIRD.

The only thing here whose color isn’t represented well is that Maybelline lipstick. It’s called Fiery Fuchsia and I got it on super clearance. It is fairly similar to the fuchsia from the new Maybelline line, the one Nyma Tang had me wanting to buy, but this one was on clearance for like $3 likely for that reason, AND its # is 810 (flint area code). So far I quite like it, one of my favorite lipstick color families on me is what I call “dark pinks,” which are hot lipstick pinks at a darker value that haven’t been desaturated. This one is the most vibrant one in my collection so far and I imagine it’ll be an everyday shade for me. I’d like to get myself a liner in this family, because I’ve been relying more on liners since my lips have been Extremely Weird.

Here is Fenty’s Vay Cray gloss–this gets less winter time wear from me, because it can emphasize Weirdness, but it is ideal in the summer. Revlon’s HD matte metallic something or other in HD Dazzle is fine, Lucas got it for me hoping it would replace this (the only lip item I have EVER LOST! and mourn daily). It doesn’t, but I like it. More of those Benefit glosses in Hoola and Bella Bamba. Tom Ford Indian Rose: this is really nice especially if you have Weird Lip problems, but I like that Bare Minerals one better, maybe! The Bite Sephora birthday gifts– the stick in Glace and the bullet in Chai–are good, they’re fine, I haven’t learned to love them. I’m mad at Bite because a very very old lipstick I had from them finally got like, lowkey rancid, and it was expensive, and I’m like: what if you didn’t use food grade ingredients, hm? I haven’t found a good reason to wear that green, UD’s Junkie, much since the Christmas season, but I’ll figure it out. That Rimmel is one of my favorite shades,109, but the last time I wore it it was Weird (due to weird lips), so I’ve been afraid of it.

That Colourpop shade is Scorpio Moon (lol of course I bought it) and the quality and experience of it is unbelievable and it makes me want to buy more of them all the time. I’m hoping to get Flower Szn. Their Lux Lipsticks could be the best thing on the market–not just for the price, but for any price–if they kept them consistent and were willing to fill out a permanent range, but they won’t, because they are Colourpop! So they become the best for the price, maybe, but I still think something like Maybelline is a safer bet across the range. Anyway this color is so strange–which is good, it is unique. It turned out to be way more cool-toned on me than I expected, but at the same time it is not cool-toned enough, so I keep wearing it hoping it will be a delicious creamy greige, but it is not. That has been a trend for me this year, I am craving a delicious creamy greige and I have none. Hence these NYX shades, Haze (the straight grey) and Castle (the lavender, what a cute name), both of which I reach for when I want greige, and I end up disappointed, even though they are both good, especially that purple, which is a dear shade to me!

#makeup #color stories

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kenzie-no-mc · 6 years

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i FINALLY got to play dnd with real humans last weekend

and we’re playing again on Sunday

and i’m SO EXCITED so i thought i would blog about my party and the one-shot we’re playing:

of the 4 players, only Jeremy has played 5e before - Doug played Pathfinder, and Amanda play 3.5, and I never ever played before EVER. Brent, the DM, decided that we should start with a one-shot to get familiar with the game, so he set us up with Tower of the Mad Mage.

Doug is a halfling rogue named Flint Redwood; Jeremy is Books, the half-orc barbarian; Amanda is a silver dragonborn that goes by Turia, no tail, and she’s a sorcerer.

I’m a drow cleric named L’Anore - it sounds like the human name Eleanor, but there’s a very specific accent thing that surface dwellers can’t get, so she’s asked the party to just call her L. she’s 131 years old, dark grey skin, white hair in a thick French braid down to her tailbone. her right eye is dark grey like her skin, but her left eye is a couple shades lighter, and she has a white patch skin that starts at her bottom eyelid and goes down into the collar of her shirt. she wears blue leathers, including blue boots, and silver scale mail armor. she has a hand crossbow and a mace for weapons, and now at level 3 her spiritual weapon is going to be a shepherd’s crook. she’s also got a hat of disguise.

Brent, the DM, is currently watching CR and he agreed to let me use Ioun as L’s deity. I took the Sage background and the Knowledge domain for her. she’s real snooty, and i would like to EVENTUALLY take Keen Mind for her, but at level 3 she’s gonna get Spell Sniper first, i think that’s better for what we’re doing now (which is this one-shot for sure and then who knows what’s gonna happen after this).

her backstory (that the party doesn’t know at all btw) is that she grew up as a normal ass drow in the underdark, but then when she developed vitiligo, her matron kicked her out for being tainted by a “good god”. L then went to the surface and started being good OUT OF SPITE. she’s doing better with the whole “any race not drow is a slave” thing, but she’s still a know-it-all, and her main motivation is to learn absolutely everything. (true neutral)

ANYWAY, the game started with the four PC’s day drinking together - Books had been the cook there but was fired THAT MORNING for whatever reason. L was disguised as a human at this point. A goblin named Squelch came in and said “hey my tribe found a dragon on a hoard and we chased it off but then my chief beat me up and kicked me out and now i wanna kill everyone and keep all the gold” and the four PC’s being day drunk, said YEAH OKAY

Books has a bag of holding and so Flint bought a couple random containers full of various alcohols and off we went. after an hour of travel, L took off her hat of disguise and revealed herself to the party - who was drunk and really didn’t give a fuck. first fight was with 3 boars and we all rolled MISERABLY on initiative - the 3 boars and Squelch all went before our party. one of the boars rolled a 1 and ended up hitting one of the OTHER boars, killing it. Squelch killed that boar, and then Books killed the third. we had lunch.

that night as we traveled through the woods, we came across a naked man pinned under a fallen tree. we saved him, Books flirted with him and offered to carry him back to his house, but on the walk L realized it was a full moon. Turns out, naked dude was a wererat.

Flint tried to climb a tree to get away from the rat and failed. Books tried to TOSS Flint into the tree and failed and sent him sailing away. Flint made the landing and that’s when we rolled initiative. Flint went first and jumped ONTO the rat and stabbed it twice, then had a strength check to stay on. The rat used Dash and ran away, Flint fell off. Turia used ice magic to slow it down, Books tossed Flint AGAIN and Flint landed on it AGAIN and used an attack of opportunity to attack again, got a nat20, and did some serious damage.

then finally, end of the round, it was L’s turn. The rat was too far to use Sacred Flame, and I knew we would be resting, so I used Guiding Bolt on it and rolled a nat20. i did 36 damage to this damn thing and since Brent had decided to follow Matt and do “how do you want to do this?”, L got to describe her kill. In honor of Pike, she shot the thing in the butthole.

(At the end of the session, Brent told us that this encounter was supposed to be a lesson in when to fight and when to flee, and we weren’t supposed to kill it. Because we did, and because Brent is going by EXP for us, he looked up the numbers and facepalmed and said “next session, you’re moving up to level 3″. we just straight skipped level 2.)

the party rested. L decided to quit drinking, but Flint decided he wanted L to keep drinking and replaced the water in her water skin with ale. L didn’t notice.

then we made it to the tower. waiting inside was a pair of goblins, and while Turia and L were talking about whether we should take them alive to interrogate them, Flint went ahead and just stabbed the fuck out of them. he’s so sneaky, that the second one didn’t even see him stealth kill the first one and they were at the same table playing craps. it was hilarious.

then we used the bodies to distract some guard wolves, and we sat down in a sitting room for a short rest and that’s where we ended the session because Brent had to work in the morning.

#kenzie does dnd #i fucking love l'anore with all my heart #and the perfectly balanced party was a total accident #we all just wanted to do different things #it worked out amazingly well #l anore the drow cleric

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woozapooza · 6 years

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I'm just curious (you can answer privately if you prefer) is the criticism of Silver about how he stopped Flint's war and disposed of him? Or is it more about Madi?

answering this publicly because I’m feeling a lil controversial today (but not so controversial that I’m gonna put this in the tags, and certainly not so controversial that I want to get into a fight)

(oh boy this got Long, perhaps even Longer than the man himself)

The specific posts I saw that prompted me to make that post were about his relationship with/betrayal of Madi, but the thing that annoyed me wasn’t so much what people were saying about that topic as it was about the amount that people focus on these two betrayals, particularly from Flint and Madi’s points of view, as opposed to a) Silver’s point of view and its possible merits and b) the big picture. That was a rather clumsy sentence, so let me clarify.

First of all, I’m not saying that people should not criticize him for his actions in the finale, nor am I denying that he betrayed the two people he was supposedly closest to, nor am I disagreeing with the people who think what he did was wrong (although I don’t fully agree, either). I’m not saying that anyone’s wrong to dislike him. That’s not the problem. The problem is the way people characterize him as weak and selfish in contrast to the brave and noble Madi and Flint without sparing an ounce of compassion for the point of view of a character who has gone through trauma so bad he can’t even talk about it. See, it’s true that Silver lacks Madi and Flint’s devotion to The Cause, and I see why some people see that as a character flaw, but there are two reasons I have trouble viewing it as such.

1. Just because as far as we know (as far as we know!) Silver has never experienced systematic oppression like Flint and Madi does NOT mean that he hasn’t experienced feeling like the world hates him—in fact, we know the opposite is true (“a place of unending horrors”). If he can’t see The Cause as clearly as they can see it, for me the logical conclusion isn’t that he doesn’t have the moral capacity to imagine a better world; it’s that the world has done everything in its power to show him that it will never get better and that the best he can hope for is to grab what little comfort he can and just try to get by. This isn’t to deny that Madi and Flint have suffered, but as another post I read on here said, what happened to Silver is probably a lot more random, a lot less systematic, which is why it’s harder for him to imagine winning a fight to change the world. Madi in particular has grown up in a community where, from what we see of the Maroon island, people work together, protect each other, and thrive. It’s likely that Silver never lived in a community like that. The crew of the Walrus was probably the closest he ever came. This isn’t to say that Madi has some kind of privilege Silver doesn’t have, or to erase the fact that she was literally enslaved! I’m just saying that she and Silver have different experiences that create different views of the world, and it’s unfair to minimize Silver’s experiences, even if we don’t know exactly what they were.

2. There’s this tendency to create this dichotomy between Madi and Flint, who believe in ideals and can see the big picture, and Silver, who has no ideals or principles and only sees what affects him personally. While he is DEFINITELY not as idealistic/ideal-driven as they are, I don’t think it’s accurate to say that he lacks any sort of like…principle guiding his actions. The scene I think of when I think about why I still like Silver after the finale is the part where he says: “This is what it would be. Time after time. Endlessly. The measuring of lives, and loves, and spirits, so that they may be wagered in the grand game. How much ransom can be afforded for the cause? How many casualties can be tolerated for the cause? How much loss? That isn’t a war. That is a fucking nightmare.” (Side note, this speech kinda reminds me about Jack’s speech about all the things that are in the box other than literal money, except it’s also the exact opposite because Jack was saying “we can’t stop now or all these terrible things will have been in vain” whereas Silver is saying “we have to stop because otherwise the terrible things will keep piling up.”) That, to me, doesn’t sound like a man who just wants the thing that makes him happy (Madi) and doesn’t care what’s good for anyone but himself. That sounds like a man who is in fact looking at the big picture, and guess what he sees? More unending horrors! He’s not saying “I have to stop this war for freedom because my girlfriend might die and that would make me sad,” he’s saying “I have to stop this war because war is a horrible thing and we can’t keep disregarding real human suffering just because it’s done in the name of a better world that we’ll probably never live to see anyway because the world and humanity inherently suck.”

What’s sort of weird to me is that people criticize Silver for being self-centered, for refusing to see the big picture that he could be part of, but then they don’t acknowledge the big picture that Silver’s actions are situated in. Yes, he betrayed people he loved, but he didn’t do it just because it was convenient for him; he did it because—in my reading, at least—he thought it was right. Some people make it out to be about Madi and Flint and therefore judge his actions entirely based on their effects on them, when he actually did do it with a bigger picture in mind. (I would argue it’s comparable—not equivalent, just comparable—to many other characters’ terrible actions, such as Flint killing Gates with a bigger picture in mind.) In fact, he knew Madi was likely to resent him, so it’s not like he did it so that he could have a wife! He knew he might be losing Madi forever by saving her life. It was both a selfish act and a selfless one.

ANYWAY all that being said, he did betray Madi and Flint AND he betrayed the cause. What I think bothers people the most is that he took away their agency, and I agree that neither they nor the viewers are under any obligation to ever agree with him. I’m just frustrated by the simplistic, completely unsympathetic takes on both who Silver is and why he did what he did.

Here is a really good post in defense of Silver that I really agree with, and here is another one by the same person.

Anyway yeah them’s my thoughts about that. Again, I’m not saying other people are wrong, so no one kill me, please.

I know you were probably not expecting an essay when you sent this ask but once I got started I just couldn’t stop.

#x #analysis #Anna watches Black Sails #Anna watches tv #RIGHTEOUS DEFENSE OF BELOVED CHARACTER MODE #John Silver was the real treasure all along #Black Sails #John Silver #lyledebeast #ask #I have many thoughts

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crucifythenburn · 7 years

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I mean …

This is gonna be all over the place and inarticulate af because I’ve lost my patience and I apologize in advance but… Can we just be adults and go ahead and admit that Flint abused the fuck out of Silver FIRST? And their relationship has ALWAYS been tumultuous and selfish and unhealthy and intense and frayed from BOTH ends and that THAT is basically the allure of their entire dynamic? What they grew to mean to each other? Their codependency? Their support? Their differences and how they worked together toward a common end DESPITE them? Can we all agree that there was some serious mental illness and emotional damage hindering BOTH characters and that THAT explained a whole hell of a lot of their dynamic to begin with? The fact that they could reach those places within each other that were locked away for years? The fact that two broken people could find even small measures of solace within, at the very least, the concept of each other? The fact that the complexity and growth and trials of their relationship mirror reality for so many? These two fucking people transformed each other, but y'all wanna sit here and be reductive as fuck and demonize their entire relationship and I’m so tired.

I mean… stripping Silver of any and all redemptive qualities while woobifying Flint is fucking beyond my comprehension tbh, but I'ma beat this dead horse anyway because fuck alladat! Yeah, everyone is entitled to their interpretation of the material. My only issue is the disrespect for the relationship that basically made the entire show.

I mean… There is not ONE relationship on Black Sails that is presented without involving some type of betrayal. Not. One. Except the PAST relationship that we got all of 15 collective minutes of: James/Thomas. So while I understand the purity standard here, let’s not forget what this show has tried to present regarding its relationships. They’re complicated. They’re strained and unhealthy because people are strained and unhealthy. But they have their redemptive moments. So if you can’t respect Silver and Flint then you can’t respect Max and Anne. You can’t respect Vane and Eleanor. You can’t respect Max and Eleanor. You can’t respect Jack and Anne. And you certainly can’t respect James and Thomas, because if you do not believe in the redemptive qualities of love, then there’s no fucking way in hell you can sit there and say Thomas forgave James for the fallout surrounding his own psychodrama. You can’t respect any relationship that has not been perfect cuddles and you’ve missed the point of the show entirely.

I’m not equating what anyone did to anyone here. I get it. It’s easy to make Flint the hero and Silver the villain. It’s easy to wage a war for righteousness. It’s easy to discount the lives of those on the wrong side of history. Fuck em. I feel the same tbh. But Silver is who most of us would be in that situation, like it or not. He is who Vane warned us about. He is the average man. The meek. The coward who would trade in their freedom for their protection. He is who a lot of us have been during these times of civil unrest and upheaval. And I get the categorical hate of him, but that doesn’t make the Silverflint relationship invalid. So what we NOT GON DO is sit up in here and act like Flint is perfect and never abused Silver, and Silver is simply a monster. Not on this blog.

Look, you don’t have to ship anything you don’t want to ship. You don’t have to like it. Shit, you ain’t even gotta understand it, my g. All I’m saying is that nobody on this show is innocent and none of the relationships we hold dear are without their abuses. (One could even argue that James killing Thomas’s father is a betrayal, revenge porn aside. We will never know how Thomas feels about that.) But if you’re going to hold the biggest ship on the show up to James/Thomas standards, hold all of them up to those. Why wouldn’t you?

I mean… it’s easy to shit on Silverflint because that’s where most of the material is. That’s where the stakes are the highest. That’s where there is the most fallout and that’s where you find the driving force of the show. But when you take away all the fallout, all the consequences placed upon people that never asked for them, all that pain and confusion and emotional instability and mental illness come to light. And I think that’s why people are so wildly defensive of John Silver. It isn’t condoning what he did. It isn’t excusing his actions. It’s affording him the same understanding that we afforded James when he burnt down a city, that we afforded Eleanor when she sacrificed Max for Nassau, that we afforded Jack, and Max, and Miranda when they betrayed the ones they loved.

If we were given Silver’s sob story, as we were given Flint’s, would we feel differently about him? All consequences aside? If we can extrapolate that James and Thomas loved each other based on fifteen collective minutes, and that James would WAGE a war against the very concept of civilisation as a result of that love, why then can we not understand that Silver would risk anything, and STOP a war that could go on forever for those he loves also, based on four seasons of character development? Why is he not held to the same standard?

Again, this is all over the place and I apologize as I’m tired and probably incoherent, but y'all are irritating af. I’m not gonna argue. This is just my catharsis. Block me. Vague post about it. Make your assumptions about me and what I support and condone and the kind of person I am as y'all love to do on here. Do whatchu gotta do. I said what I said.

In the end, Silver and Flint’s relationship was complicated. THE WAY ITS ALWAYS COMPLICATED WHEN YOU LOVE SOMEONE. Jfc, just let people enjoy shit yo.

#silverflint #black sails #bs wank #wank for ts #bswank #black sails wank #dont know how else to tag this so it doesnt bother y'all #but if it does fuck ya #bye #personal #rant #long post #mine #my meta #john silver defense squad

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authormitchel-blog · 6 years

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P.O.A: Part 5

Harry watched as Seamus Finnigan paced back and forth in front of the Great Hall doors.

“All right, Seamus?” Harry asked when it was clear the boy would pace all day without some sort of interference.

“Oh, hi Harry,” the boy said in an odd tone. “All right?” he asked.

“All right,” answered Harry. “Big game today?”

“Yeah,” Seamus answered in that weird monotone. “Big game.”

“You’re not nervous, are you?”

“No,” said Seamus too quickly. “Not nervous at all. It’s just Wood is very, very keen on winning today, and Ron and that darn cat have kept me up all night. Around four a.m. I was willing to sacrifice the rat myself, but Ron kept having to get up to block the door which meant we all had to keep getting up.”

“Ah,” said Harry, wondering when Hermione and Ron were going to give up this ridiculous feud.

Harry clasped Seamus on the shoulder.

“Don’t worry about it, Seamus, you know when you’re up there that the adrenaline will kick in.”

“But Oliver,”

“Wood,” Harry interrupted. “will be happy as long as you do your best. You’re a great flier, Seamus, and besides it’s just Hufflepuff.”

“Just Hufflepuff, my arse, have you see their seeker? Cedric Diggory is a beast.”

Harry had seen Diggory, but Seamus was his friend so, “Yeah, not exactly a seeker’s build.”

Seamus seemed to consider this for a second. “That’s what Dean said.”

“See?” said Harry as if Dean Thomas’ words could affect the match and given the relieved look on Seamus’ face, maybe they could.

Harry had thought that it was just a little bit of rain, but even sitting in the stands it seemed as if it were more than just a little bit. The rain pelted down on the crowd like tiny bee stings, and Harry could only imagine what it would feel like to the fliers. The stands were under large canopy like structures, supported by four posts near the corners, but the rain beat in on them sideways, and Harry knew that even with umbrellas and charms, that he would be soaked by the end of it. The wind was so strong he saw the players stagger as they made their way onto the field. The Slytherin team were sitting in close quarters to one another, Marcus wanted the team to take notes on the other team’s strategies, and Harry knew that the burly seventh year would demand to know what they learned from the match.

Harry had been looking forward to the game, but now it seemed as if it was just going to be another lesson. Everytime he felt a chill Harry shuddered involuntarily. The sky was getting so dark it looked as if it were filled with dementors, cloak to cloak ready to watch the match like everyone else.

Flint watched intently as the teams took the field, and Harry wondered where his parchment and quill were. The game started normally. The Hufflepuffs were putting up a good fight, and Cedric Diggory was indeed a great flier. Harry cheered loudly, in his head mind, every time Gryffindor got a goal. He didn’t really fancy trying to beat his friend one day, but he knew that it would be good for Seamus to get a win.

Marcus, too, seemed pleased when Gryffindor got a point, though Harry was sure no one could tell but him. He was sitting so close to the seventh year and his Captain that he could see the slight upturn of his mouth when Wood managed to block a goal.

Flint must be taking this whole thing seriously because he couldn’t keep his eyes off his competition. Harry would’ve been worried if it weren’t for the fact that he knew what Flint’s evil, I’m going to get you for missing that goal, smirk looked like and how he was looking at Oliver wasn’t that. No, he had never seen Flint look the way he did when he watched Oliver Wood.

Harry rubbed his eyes and cast an Impervius on his glasses for good measure. He couldn’t have just saw what he thought he did. Then, blinking, he saw it again. A black mass floated just in the peripheral of his vision, and Seamus Finnigan was flying straight toward it.

In a moment, the dark shape seemed to multiply outward and the weather took notice. Lightening started to strike and Madam Hooch was trying to ground everyone, but the players too desperately absorbed in the game hardly seemed to notice.

The storm seemed to pick up then, the lightning and wind seemed to whip the canopy above their heads like it was bent on taking it off. Then Harry saw it, a sky full of dementors. And one was chasing down Seamus Finnigan. The professors in their stand clamored for calm, but everyone was running ass the dementors feel down on them. Oliver Wood was being knocked about by huge gusts of wind. Flint, beside Harry tenses, as the game went on. Then people saw them. The dementors in clear view. Harry turned to tell Millicent to run when he was shoved backward. Millicent was swept away by the people around them and Harry was lost.

“Harry!” she screamed, but her voice quickly faded. The fliers were hitting the ground. Oliver Wood was trying his best to get his team out of the sky. Angelina Johnson was zooming by Cedric Diggory and just barely managed to get him on her broom before his crashed to the ground. Fred and George had jumped for the nearest stand abandoning their brooms as they plummeted to the Earth. Harry tried to stand when he had space to move without being trampled, but his robe had caught on one of the bleacher’s nails. The canopy above their heads had come loose at one corner and Harry could tell that a few more gusts would knock it clear off.

Then, Harry saw it.

The sound of an angry Bludger zooming close to him and Seamus Finnigan in front of it, trying to outrun it. The boy, unable to fly anywhere else, came barreling towards him. Harry caught only the boy’s freckled face as he flew nose to nose over Harry then into one of the canopy’s supports followed by the Bludger. Harry didn’t know which made the sickening crunch that filled his ear, Seamus or the breaking beam, but Harry knew his stomach would never be the same again. He wrenched himself free of the nail in just enough time for the beam to have its final say before it fell right on top of him. Harry landed in between the bleachers, but he was trapped.

“Seamus! Seamus?” he shouted. “Are you all right?” Harry shouted, but the other boy didn’t or couldn’t reply. Harry lifted his wand, ready to cast the most powerful levitation charm possible, but when he looked up at the beam he was face to cloak with death. He felt the weight of the monster bearing down on him, sucking the life right out of him. And then he heard her screams.

And Harry was met with darkness and dreams of white smoke.

&&&

Harry woke up to someone tapping his cheek insistently with something cold and wet.

“Don’t do that you imbecile,” barked a familiar voice.

“Sorry,” said another familiar tone. “I saw Madam Pomfrey do it earlier.”

“She was brushing the dirt off his face, not beating him with a wet rag, Weasley.”

“I wasn’t beating him, Bulstrode,” said Ron insistently.

And before their voices got any louder, Harry opened his eyes.

“Oi, Mate,” said Seamus, who was sitting on the bed right beside his.

“What a game,” he said, brightly. Harry moved to sit up, but Hermione put a hand on his shoulder.

“Not so fast, Harry, Madam Pomfrey said that you might have a headache.”

The room started to spin as she said that so she figured she must be right.

“What happened?”

“Dumbledore was really angry,” said Hermione in a quiet voice. “I’ve never seen him like that before. He ran onto the pitch and cast several charms, saving everyone. Then, he whirled his wand at the dementors. Shot silver stuff at them. They left the stadium right away.”

“He was furious they came onto the grounds,” said Millicent. “Then he magicked you onto a stretcher, and here we are.”

“Yeah,” said Seamus. “Everyone thought you were….”

His voice faded, but Harry hardly noticed. He was thinking about what the dementors had done to him….about the screaming voice. He looked up and saw his friends looking at him so anxiously that he quickly cast around for something matter-of-fact to say.

“That was some great flying, there Seamus,”

“Yeah, Sea,” said Dean Thomas who bumped his shoulder into his best friends.

Seamus seemed to blush all the way to his toes, clearly pleased with the praise.

“Thanks guys, but I’d rather not have a repeat of that ever again.”

“I’ll try,” laughed Harry. “Maybe I’ll ask Trewlaney for suggestions.”

The group laughed even as Harry considered that might not be that bad of an idea.

Madam Pomfrey insisted that he stay in the infirmary that night, along with Seamus and Oliver Wood who had gotten the worst of it even as he managed to get the rest of his team to safety, other than Seamus.

Harry was surprised when Flint, of all people, came to see him. “I’m just checking to make sure that you can still compete,” he said, but Harry was glad he came anyway.

“Oi,” said Wood. “No tampering with my players.”

Flint smiled from his chair in between Seamus and Harry’s bed, though Wood couldn’t see more than his back.

“Don’t worry, Precious, I’m just making sure my player will be able to crush yours when we play you.”

“No need to worry about that,” said Wood in a defeated tone. Flint turned to look at him.

“What do you mean?” Flint asked.

“I mean, Hufflepuff won. Diggory caught the snitch in all the confusion. He wanted to call a rematch, but Madam Hooch said that those were the rules. They won, and I had to agree with her.”

Flint rolled his eyes, looking incredulous.

“You should have let that noble Hufflepuff call a rematch,” said Flint. “You needed that win.”

“You know I couldn’t do that,” said Wood resignedly. “And besides you just want an easier team to beat for the Cup.”

Flint looked as if that wasn’t what he wanted at all.

“And you’re just gonna give up?” Flint asked.

“Of course not,” said Wood. “but..”

“But nothing, I didn’t know United took quitters, but then again if they do, you’ll be a shoe in.”

“What do you know about it Flint?” said Wood, trying to rise from his bed, but the pain in his leg stopped him. Flint turning to see Wood’s struggle, stood a little too quickly and walked over to the other boy.

“I know that it won’t mean a thing if I beat anyone other than you for the Cup.”

Wood scoffed.

“Hate me that much do you?”

Flint didn’t say yes or no. He only started toward the door.

“Well?” asked Wood in a huff. “Where are you going?”

“I’m going to practice,” said Flint with a challenging smirk. “I expect to see you out there tomorrow.”

After Flint left the room, and Harry listened to Madam Pomfrey insist that no way, no how, to Wood that he would be able to leave even for a quick fly around did Harry fall asleep, wondering if Flint even came to see him at all.

#Harry Potter #Harry Potter rewrite #Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban #rewrite #Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban rewrite #poap5

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vowel-in-thug · 7 years

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Drabble game - uhh ALL OF THEM but specifically #83, "Stay there. I'm coming to get you." Silverflint.

HEY PAL REMEMBER HOW YOU SENT THIS TO ME FOUR MONTHS AGO AND I’M ONLY DOING IT NOW BECAUSE I’M AN IDIOT

so yeah. everyone who has forgotten by now that they sent me one of these, be prepared to suddenly get a notification like “wtf is this” over the next…..i don’t even fucking know. i don’t know.

i also got an anonymous prompt with just the number and listen, friend, i don’t even know where the original list is so i have no idea what your prompt was but if someone sees the list flying around, let me know.

so many of these prompts were also more aligned to a modern AU but i’m not capable of doing a regular modern AU so here it is, the first 1920s gangster AU no one (or, like, four people, retroactively) asked for

although this is more like Black Sails: Prohibition-Era Gay Chicken AU

#83, “Stay there. I’m coming to get you.”

Flint lights a cigarette. The metal clink of his lighter flicking shut is the only sound trickling across the Atlantic City Boardwalk. Other than the crush of waves, of course. Everything glows a hazy orange in the steam of the summer air. Fuck, it’s hot, even with the breeze pushing off the sea. It’s barely a breeze, really, the waves twitching only as much as an accomplished sinner in church. They’re moving, sure, but they aren’t exactly calling attention to themselves.

He sticks the cigarette in his mouth and takes off his jacket, throwing it over the railing. He smokes with his lips pursed, rolling up his sleeves, never taking his eyes off the horizon. He’d get a good breeze if he was on a boat, even in this fucking July swelter. He lets loose the top button his waistcoat, then takes off his hat to wipe at his brow with his forearm. The only way to get a good goddamn breeze is at sea.

The boat still isn’t in sight.

Flint takes a long drag, the tobacco rolling around his tongue like a dog with a bone. He wishes he could be on his boat right now, instead of waiting to see if his shipment will arrive or if it’s been pinched by the fucking Coast Guard after leaving Nassau. But the Ranger had been having a good run so far, and the crew knew just how to hide his rum behind a grin and a crate of sugar cane – both sweet enough to give the Guards cavities, if they got boarded.

It means smaller cargo, but it means you don’t have to do a runner at the first whiff of trouble. And it also means Flint couldn’t go with them. His face has been splashed all over the papers too many times. But it also means product, and anyway, Flint has The Walrus to run.

The moon wavers on the water like Flint’s patience. They’re hours late. He’d already sent his men home. The only reason the Ranger would be this late is if there’d been a problem. But still, Flint stays. It’s easier to think of all the ways the world has disappointed him when he’s looking out at the sea.

Suddenly, he hears a crash coming from behind. Crash might be too generous. A soft thud, and a roll of glass over gravel, a metal can scratching against brick, and then a pointed stillness of someone trying not to make anymore noise.

Flint has his gun drawn and raised before he even finishes turning around. He sees a dark alley, nestled nice and cozy between a closed soda parlor and a closed drugstore. The closest lamp is lit two doors down, but between that and the moon he can see a couple trash cans and shadows. But you don’t get to live as long as James Flint had without being able to tell between a shadow and a shadow.

He inhales deeply one more time before pitching his cigarette over the rail, onto the beach. “Stay right there.” He doesn’t bother to whisper it. “I’m coming to you.”

He approaches slowly, finger resting on the trigger, and when he gets to the edge of the alley, a man steps out, hands raised.

“Hi,” he says, and smiles.

It’s a smile only a mother could love, because everyone else is too busy wanting to punch it. His shirtsleeves are also rolled, and he’d gone so far as to take off his suspenders, draping them at his waist. Flint doesn’t know how his trousers aren’t sliding all the way down over his narrow hips. The man’s in desperate need of a haircut, a shave, and another place to be. He doesn’t look like a street urchin, though. His teeth are too white.

“I have a proposition for you,” says the kid, still smiling.

Flint had already given him the once over, but he did it again, slower this time. Maybe life isn’t all full of disappointments. “Do you now?”

The kid frowns, and when he realizes, his cheek redden a little. “That’s – ah. Not what I meant. Mr. Flint.”

It’s a good thing Flint hadn’t put away his gun. “You know who I am?”

“Yes,” says the kid, stepping forward. “I’ve been looking for you.”

“Cops are the only ones looking for me, kid.” Flint raises his gun higher.

The kid raises his hands higher. “Well, I think it’s pretty obvious I’m not a cop.”

“How’s that?”

“Because I actually found you.”

“Uh-huh,” says Flint. “And did you mean to proposition me just now, or did you just mean to trip over your own pigtails in the dark?”

“I – slipped.” The kid scowls, like Flint doesn’t have a gun on him. “I had been hoping to speak to you in a more….populated area, but. You see – “

“What’s your name, kid?”

“Silver,” says Silver. “John Silver.”

“Is that so?“ says Flint. He steps closer, forcing Silver to walk backwards into that dark alley again. He shuffles a little awkwardly as he goes, trying to keep from tripping again with his eyes still on Flint’s gun. “Named after that tongue of yours, were you?”

Even as he keeps looking at Flint, at Flint’s gun, at the disappearing light around them, Silver doesn’t look worried. Not even with his back up against a wall. “I don’t think you’re well-acquainted with my tongue just yet to know that.”

All Flint can hope for is that the smirk on his face is at least a predatory one. “You said you know who I am.” He keeps walking closer, even though Silver has nowhere to go.

“Of course I do,” Silver says, eager as a rabbit. “I read about you in the papers. The way you took out those two ships last year was real copacetic. Is it true you actually sunk one of th—”

“If you know who I am,” Flint says, waiting until there’s only about a foot of hot air and his itchy trigger finger between them, “then you wouldn’t of sought me out, kid.”

“I’m not a kid,” Silver says, scowling again. “I served.”

Flint snorts. “For how long, kid, a week? You must have still been cleaning your barracks with your toothbrush when the Krauts finally called it quits.”

“Went from France to Belgium,” and the kid no longer looked young at all. He doesn’t look scared or annoying, either. He just looks pissed. It looks better on him. “And I served long enough.” He kicked the wall behind him, and in the silence of the dark he hears the clunk of wood on brick.

Flint does not look down at Silver’s false leg, still propped up on the wall behind him. He sees the look in Silver’s eyes now, a look most men either try to hide or don’t even bother. Silver is better at hiding it than most. He says, “And how old did you tell them you were?”

A shadow passes over Silver’s face, even darker than before. “Old enough.”

Flint takes a step back, sighing. He’s not about to kill another soldier again. He lowers his gun, but doesn’t holster it. “Alright, Mr. Silver, you got me. I wouldn’t have pegged that you ever pulled a piece in your life, but I believe you. Though I have no need for any soldiers. Why don’t you go to school, like the other GIs?”

Slowly, Silver’s leg lowers to the ground. He looks a little flustered, like he hadn’t been expecting to reveal so much.

“I don’t need school,” Silver says, and just like that, his easy charm is back. “I need dough. I’m here to help you.”

He reaches into his pocket, and before Flint can raise his gun again, Silver is holding out – a flask.

“Genuine, all-American hooch,” Silver says, grinning. “Some of the purest whiskey this end of the Atlantic. Take a sip, and have all your troubles slide –”

“Enough of the snake oil,” Flint says, rolling his eyes. “I’m not putting that bathtub rotgut in my body, thanks.”

“Just try it!” Silver is stepping forward now, flask held out like a gun of his own. “It’ll knock your socks off.”

“I’m not wearing socks.”

“Then it’ll knock….” Silver trails off, eyes trailing over Flint’s vest, his flannel trousers, his Oxfords, like he’s trying to picture what other garment Flint could stand to lose, “….you off your feet.”

“You’re off your fucking rocker if you think I’m gonna drink some hooch handed to me by a pretty boy punk loitering outside the soda jerk. I don’t feel like going blind today.”

“Well, I’m won’t stand to turn you blind,” says Silver, “if you’ll keep calling me pretty.”

“Most men take that to be an insult.”

“Most men aren’t as pretty as me.” Silver unscrews the cap to his flask. “I’ll show you it’s perfectly safe. And if it’s not, at least I’ll have one last good sight to see before it all goes dark.”

Flint wants to tell him that it doesn’t matter if Silver will drink it, because he doesn’t know Silver, and doesn’t know if he places any value on his life. From their interactions so far, he wouldn’t count on it. But before he can, the flask is at Silver’s lips, his head tilting back, and all Flint sees is a tanned neck, stretching here to eternity. It’s a neck that’s surely seen a fair amount of bruising over the years, and Flint’s tempted to add his share. He just has to decide what he’ll use to make them, his hands or his lips.

When Silver stops drinking to look back at Flint, a tiny bead of whiskey trails down his chin.

Flint is a man who takes things too far. It might as well be printed on his business cards. So he’s not surprised with himself when he reaches out, wipes the liquid from Silver’s face with his thumb, before bringing it to his own mouth to taste.

He likes to tease men. It makes him seem unpredictable, and it puts them on edge. He figures, if the toughest guys can’t break without giving him what he wants or turning scared, they’ll do fine up against a regular copper. He never means it anyway. Most of the fellas he runs with would not only take a wooden nickel but let him pay their salaries with them.

None of his guys look at him with the same look Silver gives him now. He hands Flint a smile he can feel in his spine.

“And so?” says Silver, holding out his flask again, giving it a little shake. “Fancy a drink?”

Flint takes the flask. He checks back at the pier, but all he sees is dead surf and no ships. What the hell. He has time to kill. Either he’ll die or time will. He takes a sip of Silver’s whiskey.

Two seconds later, he has Silver flat up against the wall again, gun under his chin.

“You know,” Flint says conversationally, “I think I’ve tasted this particular brand of whiskey before.”

“Have you now?” Silver’s throat bobs under the barrel of his gun. “I assure you, I did make it myself.”

Flint hums, flattening himself against the full of Silver. He keeps the gun on him, but raises the flask up against Silver’s lips, forcing him to take another shot. “This tastes an awful lot like Singleton’s brand of hooch, except I know for a fact Singleton’s been out of business for a month, ever since his factory mysteriously went up in smoke and he got fingered for arson. Coppers maintained it was for the insurance, even though Singleton denied it. Supposedly, his recipe went with the fire. ”

Silver swallows everything Flint gives him, then turns his head to gasp. More whiskey drips down his chin, and Flint sways forward like a man leaning towards making a bad decision. The corners of Silver’s mouth are turned up in a smile, even as he catches his breath. “Sounds like that was a bad day for Mr. Singleton,” Silver says, eyes swerving into Flint like a runaway bus. “So how’s your day going?”

“Differently than I had imagined when I had my coffee this morning,” Flint admits, finally holstering his gun. He finishes the flask himself.

He’d wanted to make a move against Singleton for ages. The man had been able to make his own product, without dealing with third and fourth parties to smuggle it into the states. Singleton had been a crappy businessman, though, and Flint hadn’t dealt with him after a pretty serious falling out over some missing cases. But he’d been his own man, and God, how Flint had envied that. Sure, plenty of men had come crawling to his door trying to be his bootlegger, but The Walrus served only quality hooch, and the stuff that crawls isn’t typically quality.

Silver isn’t crawling. He’s slinking. There’s a measurable difference between the two.

“Does that mean you’re interested?” Silver’s teeth are even whiter up close. He’s about as level as a sinking ship, as up as the devil himself, but Flint’s stuck wondering if the taste of liquor is clinging to the square of his teeth.

But because Flint, unlike Singleton, is a good businessman, he says, “That depends.” And if he happens to slide his thigh between Silver’s legs, that’s between him and Silver’s inseam.

Silver says, “Fifty percent.”

Flint says, “I’m not interested.”

Silver pouts. “Forty.”

“Ten.”

“Twenty,” says Silver, and finds space to press himself even closer, hands curling into Flint’s waistcoat, “and a genuine kiss from a genuine gangster.”

Flint leans forward, waits until he can feel the smell of Silver’s swallowed whiskey touching his lips, and says, “Twenty-five.”

“Aw, Hell,” says Silver. “I’m not that greedy.” He kisses him.

Flint hasn’t kissed another man since the war ended. He may as well have not breathed in all that time. Silver’s hands slide up to hold his face, strong enough to build a life on. Flint pulls him off the wall to clutch at his back. He slides his tongue into Silver’s open mouth, as warm and wet and waiting as the air in Atlantic City. He’d been right, before. He can taste moonshine on Silver’s teeth.

When Flint pulls back, he thinks if the man’s brewing skills won’t make him go blind, than the sight of Silver sucking on his own bottom lip, lingering on the taste, just might. He finds himself wishing he could put Silver’s suspenders back over his shoulders, because he needs something to hold onto. Instead, he steps out of Silver’s grasp altogether. He doesn’t know if it’s Silver’s booze or his tongue that’s making the blood move through Flint’s body the exact way the ocean ten feet away isn’t – roaring and curling under the skin. Flint likes to live dangerously, but usually that means the danger is for other people.

Silver doesn’t look upset that Flint moves away. Maybe because he knows he’ll eventually be back, pressed into the sweat of his neck. He asks, “So what do you think?”

“What do I think?” Flint tosses Silver his flask. Silver catches it mid-air, pocketing it with a smile at its emptiness. Flint can’t survive another direct smile, so he busies himself with pulling another cigarette out of his case. “I think you’re dripping ink, kid.”

“How’s that?”

Flint finds comfort in the clink of his lighter, the rough roll of the wheel under his thumb, the whuff of the wick igniting. But before he could even get his lighter out, Silver is there with a match, striking it against the brick of the soda shop. The smell of sulfur tickles his nose, and he is so focused on watching the flame dance in Silver’s eyes that he almost forgets to inhale. He couldn’t properly tell before, in the dark, but now he knows. Silver’s eyes are blue.

He inhales, then exhales. Silver shakes out the match and stands there, washed in Flint’s smoke. Flint says, “I mean you got trouble written all over you.”

“I could say the same for you, daddy,” Silver says, sliding his suspenders on with a snap. “Or maybe you’re dripping with something else. So does that mean we’ve got a deal?”

If Silver is an undercover cop, he’s the worst one Flint’s ever met. Flint holds the cigarette between his lips again so he can pull out a card and a pencil from his back pocket. He braces the card on Silver’s chest so he can write out an address.

“Be here at 9 AM sharp, tomorrow morning,” he says, handing Silver the card. “And bring more of your product with you.”

“How much should I bring?” Silver holds the card in his hands like a promise – a precious, fragile thing that could easily blow away, if the breeze even deemed to pick itself up.

“Enough for you to make good on your promises, Mr. Silver.” Flint adjusts his hat forward, shading his eyes. He reaches for Silver’s suspenders, reeling him in. “You said you’ll knock me off my feet, after all. Far as I can tell, I’m still standing. I’m hoping you might do something about that.”

#black sails #black sails fanfic #silverflint #hey look it's my suffering #prohibition au #i tried to emulate raymond chandler and it's probably just embarrassing #the man was a genius #anyway here's that #maybe i'll do more of this verse if anyone wants #lurkerdelima #noir au

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Chapter two

Hey! You guys ready to see how Harrys dealing with his Dear Captain attentions being taking or how about what Gils been up to!?! Before I forget the beginning half before the two months marker is a progule telling Iridessa mother story. All mistakes are mine~~also I’ve never read the books so these are pure head cannon. ENJOY!!

Ashnah fought to stand as she watched Merryweather, Flora and Fauna flint into the room. Their wings bringing a low glow into the room allowing her to fully see the dark robes the others were wearing. The sound of heavy rain following in their wake as though the heavens knew what they planned.

“Ashnah…Dear, we know it’s hard to fully understand but some…” Flora trails off looking to Fairy Godmother. Her hands wringing around her wand.

“Are just born Evil. It’s something we need to accept…”

“If I held that same belief,” She whispers looking to Adam and Belle. Her vision wavering as she walks towards them. “ You would have never met!” At her tone her daughter beginnings to whimper. As she tries to soothe her cries she can feels her slipping from her arms she frantically tries to hold her closer…she may be tried but even in her most exhausted state she hadn’t wavered. “Change can happen it takes time and patience-”

“And a willingness to change.” Belle interjects. Taking her husband’s hand she walks forward stopping a few feet before her. “It’s not only us who fear these Villains and their children there are other kingdoms that need our protection and guidance….please Ashnah.”

Her world began to sway as the thunder rumbled from outside the room her daughter cries rising in volume. Dropping to her knees struggling to hold on to her cane, she sees what was bringing about this weakness.

An absorbing stone! They weren’t here to attempt to change her mind…. they were here to capture her. As her daughter opens her mouth to cry aloud. She can feel her own tears fall her heart twisting as she struggles against the encroaching darkness. I’m so sorry, My love…

Two months later If one were to ask anyone on the isle about Captain Hooks only son, Harry Hook, you’re bound to hear a variety of things… “He’s insane! I once saw him challenge a poster to a staring contest…and WON!”

“He’s a flirt! Personal space isn’t a thing he fully understands…I kinda like it.”

OR even.

“He’s Uma lapdog! Comes scurrying anytime that little shrimp-UGH.”

But only one opinion matters to Dear Harry, his Captains…

“He’s my first mate…Are you gonna order or what!?!?”

So we find Harry sitting in Ursula’s fish shop watching his Dear Captain speak in hushed tones to the new girl…he watched as she allowed her to stand close and touch her, even allowing her to cook in the kitchen!

She rarely lets him go back there!

Jumping up with a growl he kicks his seat over. She’s only been here for two months! She hasn’t earned the right to touch Uma she’s barely earned the right to look at her.

Stalking towards Uma who was scanning one of Gils designs for the ship he doesn’t notice how fast the other crew members were scurrying out of his way. His eyes glued to his Captain… the firelight causing her skin to glitter, her hair seeming to shift between midnight blue and seafoam silver. As she looks up with a raised brow causing him to nearly stumble as she stared directly into his eye’s.

No One looks him in the eyes save for his sister and on the off chance he can warrant his attention…his father. When he finally grew curious enough to care as to why they’ve said because when they look too deeply they can feel themselves falling to madness and while that description made him giggle and was great fun for some time he grew bored of people avoiding his eyes…it didn’t stop him from tormenting but it wasn’t as fun…till he met Uma.

The one who doesn’t-no, won’t look away instead she’ll laughs or scoff. The one who knows the method to his madness, who knows how to rail him back from that edge…or fall over it with him. As he slides to her sides making a point to lean close.The new girl comes out of the kitchen carrying a large dish that smells strongly of spice. Gil rushes over with a wide grin trying to grab the dish. He watches as she sits it beside Uma shooing Gil’s hands away. Offering Uma the first bite…not just offering holding it out as though it was an Auradon delicacy.

Grabbing Uma’s arm he glares murderously at the new girl. He doesn’t care how useful Uma thinks this girl is! She was taking privileges with Uma that raised his hackles. Glaring he fails to notice that Uma’s mood has now moved past amused to…very…agitated. “Harry!” She shouts yanking her arm back. Looking first at the silent crowd that was eagerly watching the trio. She looks up into his eyes.“Let’s talk…”

As she leads him into the kitchen he can’t help but send the new girl a grin and a wave. Standing in the cramp kitchen Harry can’t help but stare as Uma pushes out the workers. Like a raging monsoon or perhaps a better description would be a tsunami she sweeps them out all waving arms and cutting glances, before turning to him. A chill goes down his spine as her eyes settle on his.

This was gonna be fun.

She leans against the countertop flicking her hair back with a huff. “What’s got you so deep in your feelings?” She asks staring him down.

He could answer honestly and say that he wants to hook the new girl within an inch of her life…but he’s still not sure how close they were. The safer bet would be to blame Mal or any of the other traitorous VKs.

“I saw that it was close to cotillion time again and couldn’t help but imagine you in one of Gil’s frocks.” He answers stalking closer he reaches out to touch her hair.pausing as she grabs his wrist her touch causing another chill to take him. Her touch almost felt like a burn as his attention went fully to it. He looked down into her face she was looking at him as though she could read his soul and…found the pieces he was hiding.

“Right…Iridessa-” She began letting go of his wrist . Pausing as he decides to come lean beside as though he couldn’t be away from her side for long. “is helping me figure out how we’re getting off the island. So I need you to be on your best behavior.”

“Why haven’t you brought me in on the deal?” He leans closer catching a whiff of her hair. The scent of sea salt and vanilla making his mouth water for a taste. Raking his hand through his hair he refocuses on her voice.

“When I’m sure that this plan can’t fail…trust me, I’ll let you know.”

“Wait-”

“Uh, who’s the captain,again?”She asks folding arms straightening her back to come to her full height….a few inches below his shoulder.

“You are.” He concedes with a smirk. A shiver going down his spine as she puts her hands on her hips.

“You are?”

“First mate.” He moves to stand before almost Kneeling to get in her line of site his breath leaving his lungs as her eyes settle on his with a smirk that can only be described as sweet.

“That’s right. Don’t worry I won’t leave you in the dark too long…just long enough to make sure this is legit.” She runs her fingers through his hair rising a sigh from him. “Let’s get back out there. Remember best behavior.”

As she walks away he takes a moment to catch his thoughts before they wander too far into x rated territory. Walking back into the dining hall he see’s Uma sitting next to the new girl….Iridessa. Quietly he moves to slide up to Uma’s side making sure that she sees him. Grabbing a bite off her plate he sees that Uma has a list written in what looked like a foreign script. It would help if he knew how to read…glancing over Uma’s head to see her smirking with a mischievous glint in her eyes as she touched Uma’s arm.

Uma had asked him to be on his best behavior….but she didn’t say anything about Gils.

// // //

Standing outside of the Villains villia for a good four hours wasn’t what Gil had in mind for his first off day in a long while. But Uma said if he watches for at least a day she’d let him rework the ship’s layout. Working on that would prove to be the most fun and stressful thing he’s ever done. Telling his father that he preferred sewing and creating things instead of fighting or destroying property almost paled in comparison…until he remembered how hard it was to explain that he wasn’t quitting Uma’s crew he just wasn’t focusing on the family business.

Anyway back to his duties Uma said that the Villains might say something that could be useful to them….how? Magic was useless unless you get out of the barrier and even then you’d need a magic item as powerful as Fairy Gods mother wand to bring down the barrier. Mal’s mom had a pretty powerful staff but she’s a lizard, now.

Groaning he reaches into his shirt pulling out the sack of snacks Iridessa gave him since he missed all the clam crisps. As he munched on the dried and spiced roots he sees Evil queen walking out with a bunch in hand along with her every present mirror. Cruelle followed behind yelling instructions to some poor fool who wished to fill the spot their children left.

Quietly….well as quiet as he can be follows the two listening as their conversation varies between old lady talk, ‘Remember when I had control over the entire north west border…Oh those were the times.’ and their desire to act like they weren’t using the five fingers discount. After what feels like hours Gil decides he’s had enough. He’ll just find some other way to rework the ship’s design. As he moves to leave Evil queen asks a question of Cruelle the stops him cold.

“What do you think happened to my magic mirror?” She inquires staring into a particularly shiniest pot.

“The same thing that happened to Maleficent’s spell book…that museum!”

“Oh I don’t know maybe my evie stills uses it…keeps a little bit of me with her…you know?”

“You just want the mirror back!!” Cruelle cackles.

“Yes! Can you blame me? Fits right in the palm of your hand. You can do a complete outfit check and find the nearest prince.”

They rest of their conversation dissolves into bickering but Gil was already gone. His excitement at hearing some kind of useful information makes him tear down the street and straight into Harry.

“What’s put a flame under your feet, Gilly?” He asks grinning widely as he grips the back of his shirt as he tries to walk away.

“Oh, it’s nothing…really! I just got to get to Uma… really fast.”

“Oh, well.” Harry sighed releasing his collar. “That I can understand….about what exactly.”

Taking a step back Gil eye’s the first mate with his usual exasperated expression. He wasn’t going like this…like at all.

“I would tell you, really, I would but Iridessa said that this is like a super secret mission so…” His stomach dropped as Harry’s face slowly took a frightening journey. His eyes squinting, his smile dropped a hard cough exiting his lungs before he folds in half with a crazed fit of laughter. Leaving Gil to wonder if he can make a break for it…

As he moves to slide past a hand lands on his shoulder the grip tight making him grimace. Slowly he turns back to the face that haunts his nightmares…his only seen it once when he and Uma had falling asleep together on the ship…it was cold and there was only one blanket! It wasn’t his fault!

“Gil,what am I?” Harry asks leaning forward staring intensely into his eyes. His mind began to race. What could he say that wouldn’t get him punched or pushed on his butt. He could say son of Hook but that’s a who not what…maybe a close friend but he might not agree with that. Oh, what about first mate to Uma, he might like that. “Gil!”

No time to pick! “You are Harry Hook, son of Captain Hook, close friend and first mate to Uma!?”

After a beat Harry raises a brow, tilting his head. “Right, First mate.” Letting go his shoulder. “As first mate I’m the one Uma comes to for advice and to bounce ideas off of. Which means?”

Not another question he didn’t have the brainpower for this! if he keeps this up he’ll forget what he supposed to tell Uma!

“I’ll find out about this mission she sent you on and…” Harry continues pausing to dust off his shoulder. “I’m sure she won’t be all too happy to hear that one of her crew was trying to go against her.”

His mind begins to race again would he be going against if he kept her order. But Iridessa was the one who told him to keep it a secret…but Uma agreed! Does that count?

“I’ll let you be on your way then…” Harry began offering a deep bow before his back.

“Wait!” Gil shouts his hand outstretched dropping it as Harry turned back with a wide grin. “You’re gonna find out anyway, right?” At Harry’s nod he continues. “Maleficent gave Mal a spell book and there’s a chance it’s in a museum or she has it.” He breathed watching as Harry’s face fell.

“That’s it!” He shouts Throwing his hands on the air before vigorously motion at him. “That was your mission!”

“Hey, I worked hard to get that. You stand outside for hours with only veggie snacks to eat! It’s not as much fun as you would think.” Gil says folding his arms in offense. Dragging his hand down his face he looks up at the sky. With a heavy sigh he reaches into his coat pulling out a small tightly wrapped gray box.

Holding it out he says, “Take this to the new girl.” As Gil takes the box he pulls him close staring into his eyes. “Don’t.Open.It.”

“Where are you going?” Taking the box he’s surprised by its wait. And by the fact that Harry never gets anyone but Uma a gift.

“To Do my duties as first mate.” He tosses over his shoulder as he picks up a rock tossing it in the air.

Shrugging Gil heads to the shop. He had the information and a gift to deliver. What she need the information for wasn’t that important to him. Uma rarely did anything to endanger them. She didn’t force them to join like other crews she just…knew what they wanted and gave it to them. She knew that he had no wish to join the family business so she gave him a way out. Whatever she was gonna do with this info probably won’t be used to hurt them…at least not if Uma wanted it.

#harry x uma #huma #descendants 2 #huma fanfic #wrote the whole thing on my phone #i need a laptop #asap

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