#listen... i may or may not love pirates with all of my soul

[goddessofmischief]

      RUNNING SCARED, I WAS THERE (YOUNG SHANKS X MIHAWK X READER)

A/N: This is part of this series, which requests are open for! These fics are all one-shots, so they can be read separately. Also, I highly recommend listening to the song linked in the title while you read.

It was the twilight eve of the execution of Gol D. Roger, and sadness ruled your heart, body and soul.

The crew had disbanded, scattering themselves to the seas with little more than fond good-byes. Roger had turned himself in three days earlier. There had been a trial - a rushed, convoluted sham of a trial that you hated every second of, but it didn't matter anymore. At least there would be an end to his suffering.

And at least Buggy and Shanks were with you. Small blessings. You knew that Garp had no real interest in persecuting a bunch of kids like yourselves, but hanging out on a pirate ship in the harbor seemed to be an unwise action all the same. So you'd booked three rooms at a nearby inn, close to the town square, and been disheartened to see that the inn was almost filled with out-of-towners thrilled to witness such a historical event.

Buggy got settled in his room, while Shanks sat down on the bed in yours.

"It's strange," he said. "All of this."

You nodded, unable to look at him.

"Hey, we're going to be fine. You know that, right?"

"I know," you said, and then there was a sudden banging at the door.

You and Shanks exchanged glances, and his hand rested on the sword at his side. The door thundered again.

Gripping your pistol, you approached the door, opening it the smallest crack, and trying not to show surprise at the face that greeted you.

"...Mihawk?"

"I heard that Roger would be executed," said Mihawk, out of breath. "I returned to witness. I had to see you."

"I don't care."

"Please let me come in. I know what I did was terrible. It was terrible. But you have to know that it's not because of lack of love for you, I do love-"

You swung the door all the way open, letting Mihawk in. As you did, you pressed your finger to his lips.

"I don't want to hear it," you said, shaking your head. "Roger dies tomorrow. I'm not interested in exploring what happened between us. It doesn't matter anymore."

"Please-"

Shanks appeared behind you, arm looped around your waist.

"Out, Hawk-Eye," Shanks cautioned, "Or I'll duel you for real this time."

Mihawk stared at you, lip trembling a bit. You had never seen him show so much emotion before.

"Please," he stated again. You were silent. Shanks stared him down.

After a moment, he nodded, did a small bow in your direction, and walked out.

Shanks groaned, turning back to his room.

After a moment of consideration, you stared at the hallway where Mihawk had left, and ran after him.

"Mihawk, wait," you called out, and he turned around immediately, a smile ghosting over his face. "Look, I... what you did hurt me. It did hurt me. But it doesn't matter now. All of this... has made me realize what's important."

"...I'm so glad," he said, trying to speak around the lump in his throat. "Truly."

You smiled, pulling something out of your pocket. He realized with a pang that it was your wedding ring, the one he'd designed for you. You handed it back to him, leaving it in the palm of his hand.

"We were much too young to be married anyway. You were right."

Mihawk nodded, closing his fingers around the ring.

"Would you accept my proposal, again, if we were older?"

"If you asked again... when we are older... I may consider it."

He nearly blushed.

"May we part as friends?" Mihawk offered, hopefully. "I know I do not deserve that much, but-"

"Yes," you agreed softly, reaching your hand out to him. "Friends."

Friends.

You made your way back down the hallway, hesitating in front of two doors: yours, or Shanks. You twisted the doorknob on his, wondering if he had left it unlocked for you.

He had.

"Hey," he called out sleepily, sounding completely unsurprised. "You alright?"

You nodded, twisting your hands.

"I don't want to be alone. Do you?"

"No," he said, and the night faded to black.

...

When Shanks got up that morning, he thought of the last time he'd spoken to Roger. Just the two of them.

"It's yours," Roger said. "Our ship. You're the oldest. You're the one who has to look after them. Keep them from killing each other. Keep Buggy from killing you."

Shanks was at a loss for words, and could only bow his head in gratitude.

"One more thing," said Roger. "Another gift and a confession. I never married the woman I loved. I never will."

Shanks could see the toll this was taking on the older man, could see the grief drawn across his face. Roger took something out of a drawer and held it out to Shanks.

"This is Rouge's ring. Now it's yours."

"I don't understand."

"You don't have to, Shanks. All I'm saying is that if there is a girl, one day... and you don't want to let her slip through your fingers... you have this."

Roger held the ring out again, which was strung from a loose chain. Shanks bent his head, and Roger draped the ring over his shoulders. Shanks tucked it under his clothes, where it could lie unseen, and wait.

Shanks knew then that he had so much to say to Roger, too much, and there would not be enough time, not even if he had a thousand years. He wanted to tell him everything, and have Roger tell him what to do in return. But he couldn't.

"Thank you," Shanks managed, and then he felt he had said enough.

...

It was a warm day with clouds when the crowd huddled in to view the execution.

You clung to Shanks' arm, your hand shielding your eyes, while Buggy stood several paces behind you. Mihawk was somewhere in the crowd, too, watching, wearing a new coat - new, at least, to you - embroidered with amaryllis flowers. You had thought to go and stand beside him, but you realized this felt much more right. Shanks had never abandoned you. You were sure, in that moment, he never would.

"It's about to happen," Shanks murmured.

"Oh," you whispered, just 'oh.' You had seen people die, but never someone you loved.

You buried your face in Shanks' shoulder, unable to face these jeering, spectating people around you, gleefully witnessing the pain and destruction and ruination of your lives.

But wait, a pause. And it was then that Roger uttered those words, that speech, the thing that incited the Great Pirate Era. The thing that broke the world, and made you proud.

And then, as the previously laughing crowd stampeded away around you, desperately taking to the water like fish, the act was done.

Roger was gone. A sin had been committed by the world today that could not be forgiven. The sky had, fittingly, turned dark and rainy.

"Let's go home," Shanks said, quietly, and it was then you realized that your face was still buried in his shoulder. He didn't attempt to dislodge you.

"I don't know where home is."

"Course you do. It's in the harbor now."

The Oro Jackson, Roger's ship, the ship you had lived on for the past decade. Why didn't it feel like home, like it had before? Because everyone was gone?

Not everyone. Not Shanks, and not Buggy.

Mihawk, you realized, was still planted where he had stood before, unable to dislodge his gaze from you.

"Hey, Hawk-Eyes," Shanks called out, beginning to steer you towards the ship. "You heading out?"

"Yes," he said, clearing his throat. "Yes, I should be going."

Mihawk nodded to you as Shanks wrapped his coat around your shoulders.

"We'll see each other again," you whispered, tears pricking your eyes. "I believe that."

He gave you a rare smile, and then he was gone.

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[luvrbug]

Hello Harley, I can officially say I fell in love with your writing… I was wondering if I could make a request 👉👈

Basically Law, Kidd, Smoker, and Law with an S/O who’s a menace to society. I’m talking full on crackhead energy. If that’s okay

this is SUCH a good combo for all of them... im so excited to write this !! also, for some reason, my dividers look REALLY janky on mobile, so i had to shorten them a little ...

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Kidd

THE BEST DUO . EVER !!!!!!!! Kidd likes to FUCK SHIT UP ! and when his partner is just as destructive and wild as he is ???? its a match made in hell heaven.

Burning navy bases for fun, roasting marshmallows with the fires of a burning town... normal, cute date stuff, y'know!

Kidd loves to have someone to match his energy. Sure, someone to calm him down would work too- but someone who is actually on his level??? It sparks his competitive nature.

Little competitions spark over "who can punt a navy soldier farther" "who can get the BEST gift for [holiday]" keep things livley.

Killer ... has his hands full, to say the least.

Law + Smoker are under the cut!

Law

please.. dont give Law something else to stress about. Please. Poor guy has ANOTHER luffy on his hands???? He won't survive.

Jokes aside, Its good Law has someone to balance out his Serious, calculated nature. Everyone needs to let loose!!

Some conflict may arise because he thinks you're being TOO careless. He's a mother hen when it comes to the people he loves and no matter how powerful you are he's still going to worry about you :[.

Law just wants you to be safe. He couldn't live with himself if another person he put his entire heart and soul into dies.

Smoker

In a SBS Oda talks about Smoker being .. a really wild kid/recruit that didn't listen, almost got discharged multiple times, etc. So the life of constantly throwing yourself into dangerous situations with zero regard for anything isn't exactly new to him.

He won't indulge you, but won't explicitly tell you "no" if you want to go and do something chaotic and destructive. He tries to keep you out of TOO much trouble, but you play by your own rules.

If youre a pirate, Smoker probably knew + loved you in his younger days. Maybe some mid-battle flirting and star-crossed lovers moments that cause some conflict... But i definitely see him having an easier time with a fellow captian/etc thats just.... a little more destructive than average.

Tashigi is not pleased when she has to keep two navy captians from completely wrecking a town.

#one piece fluff #one piece headcanons #one piece imagine #one piece reader insert #one piece scenario #one piece x you #one piece #one piece x reader #trafalgar law x reader #trafalgar law #law x reader #eustass kidd x reader #kidd x reader #smoker x reader #smoker x you

[soleilnomoon]

Hi again! Still absolutely adore your Kid fic from your last event 💜 Never got around to asking for a Sanji one, so here I am again😅 But seriously, congrats on over 550 followers!! Love seeing your blog grow, cause you’re really talented and deserve them all and legit can’t wait til you hit 1k+ 🥰

For the event order, may I please ask for a #1 with my boi Sanji, with anmitsu, konpeito, and keylime pie and with honey, please? 🥹 i hate this but need some sanji angst 😭

I also dunno if these three would work particularly well together for a prompt, so you can choose whatever! just really feeling angst and sanji rn and maybe comfort if you’d like 🥰

Thank you for all your works you’ve done so far 💜💜

hiiii omg haha i loved that fic fr (i'm obsessed w that man!!!) also ily for requesting sanji i don't write him nearly enough 🥰️ but thank you sm!! 😭 making me all soft and i am so so sorry this took forever, as u know i am so slow but!!! i had fun tormenting sanji w the angst ngl 💓💓💓💓 also those were great choices for the prompt, i wanted to write more but it would've been 8k words before i finished and who has time for that (i do, but listen... that's besides the point) ✨

2k words, fem reader (honestly gn too now that i think abt it), sfw (SHOCKING i know), 18+ mdni, a lil bit suggestive but nothing wild, angst angst angst city babey, fluff if you squint, also i gave u comfort bc u deserve it bb 💗(and sanji does too); feat. sanji being in denial forever and ever, mutual pining, fake unrequited love, reader is determined and sanji is a coward; also i made myself sad writing this but a good sad bc sanji deserves happiness and i'll fight oda if he doesn't get it i s2g... (if u see grammar mistakes/spelling errors... no u didn't 💗)

“loving each other began this way: threading / loneliness into loneliness / patiently, our hands trembling and precise.” — yehuda amichai

STEP 01:

what does it take to kill a soul? —

a question that’s posed unironically, without a hint of remorse or tact, the words precise and venomous, slicing through the thick veneer that he’s carefully crafted. he’s never been able to answer that question — not at six years old, not twelve or fifteen, and not at twenty-one. his siblings took pleasure in taunting him with seemingly philosophical questions, ones that clamped down onto his thoughts with heavy shackles.

even after he’s extracted himself from that life, he can’t scrub those memories from his mind — no matter how hard he tries. they sit, still raw and bloody, giving rise to unpleasant emotions that make his stomach churn from so many things left unsaid. he never set out to be a pirate, but piracy has given him the sort of freedom that he could only wish for as a child.

it’s with tender hands, with nimble yet graceful fingers, and with a fastidiousness that puts him in a category of his own, that he creates and creates and creates —

he’s told he’s an artist, which only pushes him to work harder, to be better. and when he asks himself why, he doesn’t have an answer. or, rather, the answer he does have only serves as a punishing reminder that he’ll never be good enough. no matter how many times his crew mates thank him — their emphatic, genuine praise a soft, warm breeze against his heart, gentle caresses that he commits to memory — despair still manages to infiltrate, a darkness choking out what little light he has left inside of him.

STEP 02:

how far are you willing to go to reach the truth? —

when you join the crew, he’s unnerved by your presence, which is wholly unlike him. usually, he’s able to put on his façade of the flirtatious cook, one that’s jovial and sociable, that lives to serve and please those around him. his first conversation with you ends in disaster; he spills the drink he tried to pour for you, despite your insistence that you are perfectly capable of pouring your own drink — and he knows it’s not out of malice, but it cuts into him all the same.

he tries again and again, bringing you little treats that you only agree to eating if he sits and eats with you; confusion eats away at his mind, and when he opens his mouth to decline, you pat the seat next to you and he acquiesces. he sits stiffly, at first, unsure of why he always feels on edge around you — an irritating need to impress you in a way he’s never wanted to for others grows stronger by the day.

you think it’s cute that he always seems flustered around you — that he stumbles over his words, refuses to hold eye contact with you for longer than thirty seconds — you also think it’s cute that the false bravado that he puts on for the world, diminishes immediately the second you come close to him. if he’s skittish, it’s because you always catch him staring at you; despite his quick reflexes, his reactions around you are slow but pure — childish, almost.

lately he’s clumsier and scatterbrained, nearly burning dinner when you decide to keep him company. you lean against the countertop, a teasing smile on your face — the same one that that caused him to bump his forehead against the cabinet door earlier — as you prattle on about a dream you had. he can barely keep up, his eyes drifting from the skillet to your face, gliding around the curve of your cheek, dipping lower in a slow descent along your neck.

he blinks repeatedly when he reaches your clavicle, stunned at his restraint; and it’s only when you call his name loudly that he realizes he’s left the heat on for too long.

“are you okay?” you ask when you see that he’s fussing over how best to save the dish, mouth moving as he quietly mutters to himself. he barely registers your voice, as an insidious one whispers harshly into his ears about his perpetual incompetence and lack of talent.

you can see that he’s retreated even further into his mind, a feat that also leaves you frustrated. you want to shake him but refrain and grab his hand instead. he snaps out of whatever stupor that held him captive just moments ago, lips parting as he sighs softly before glancing down at you.

“thank you.”

the words are quiet, but impactful, as he didn’t think he’d be able to get them out. you let go of his hand too soon, but he doesn’t say anything else, choosing to focus on cooking than embarrassing himself again in front of you.

you take his silence as a silent dismissal, but you don’t fight him on it — it’s bitter, that sort of rejection, and you swallow back your argument with great difficulty.

STEP 03:

what’s the difference between cowardice and self-preservation? —

frustration bubbles underneath his skin when he can’t find where he placed his lighter; he runs a hand through his hair and tugs on impulse, accidentally ripping a few strands from his scalp. they swirl and tumble onto the ground, pathetic in a way — just like me, but he never really says that out loud. he doesn’t hear your footsteps, although you did your best to remain as quiet as possible.

a cigarette sits in between his lips, and he has half a mind to toss it over the railing of the ship, but a warmth suddenly appears in front of him in the form of a flame. you found his lighter on the floor earlier and meant to give it to him, but every time you got closer, he found every excuse to leave. you don’t realize the impact you have on him — not really, anyway — because he’s genuinely surprised that you can’t hear the heavy beats of his heart that grow more intolerable the longer he hangs around you.

always afraid of being found out, he opts to keep his distance. it’s easier this way, he tells himself, better. but he doesn’t quite believe that; the evidence is plain as day when his tongue feels like its grown three sizes in the span of seconds, where his words get lost and forgotten. it’s all your fault, he reasons; you who insists on talking candidly with him, who insists on listening to him ramble about his dreams, who absolutely insists on stubbornly tearing down his walls, steadily chipping away without a care in the world. he looks at you as if you are the source of all his problems, but he also looks at you as if you’re the solution.

the intensity behind his stare makes your hands tremble slightly, it’s a miracle you’ve managed to keep yourself composed for this long. you light the end of his cigarette with ease, as if you’ve done this for him hundreds of times —and place the lighter into his pants pocket afterwards. if he wasn’t so used to you getting in his personal space all the time, he’d retreat immediately. the proximity is almost too much for him, but he doesn’t step back; you take that as a good sign and keep him company for a few minutes.

you don’t care for the smell of smoke, but on him it smells good. you almost tell him that, but instead bite down on your lip and keep your comment at bay, nerves getting the best of you as you nearly choke on the possibility that your feelings won’t be reciprocated.

another time, maybe. cheeks flushed, you turn your face to look elsewhere. although, you wonder if there ever will be another time. with him, you never know.

he’s still trying to figure you out and why he feels a different sort of calm around you; it’s alarming and new, drumming up an irrational fear within him. he doesn’t think he’s deserving of your attention or affection, and he’s convinced himself that you don’t harbor any romantic feelings for him. and why would you?

one by one, his thoughts pummel into him, acerbic and overwhelming. he exhales a sliver of smoke and puts the cigarette out. he gives you a quick, apologetic look before telling you goodnight, the smile on his face is melancholic and barely existent. you don’t dare say a word, keep your lips pressed together stubbornly; exasperated and dejected, you don’t know what’s worse — his inability to lower his guard around you for longer than ten minutes, or your inability to stop yourself from trying to carve pieces of yourself to give to him.

maybe if you helped him fill the gaping holes in his heart, he’d truly understand how you feel.

STEP 04:

if you had to do it all over again, would you do anything differently? —

sleep evades you after that night, and the night after that, and so forth; it gets so bad that you’re yawning in the middle of the day, falling asleep before you can have a cup of coffee or tea. this does not go unnoticed by the others, and after talking with nami, you feel less out of your element and finally can see the parts of sanji that he wants to keep hidden. her advice is simple: approach slowly and with intent; corner him and don’t let him escape.

you bide your time, full confident that you can find a moment to sit down with him and talk this all out. it doesn’t come easy, but franky mysteriously swaps sanji for the night’s watch — something that should strike you as odd, but it’s a small opening that you take without thinking as you hurriedly climb up to the crow’s nest with a renewed sort of energy.

even with his eyes closed, as he sits lazily on the bench with head tilted back against the wall, he knows it’s you.

“go back to bed,” he says firmly, refusing to look at you.

your stubbornness, unfortunately, wins out. “i’m staying.” at that he sits up, his attention completely on you as his eyes widen at your words. he wants to ask you why, but cowardice wins out — again. as his features soften, a flush crawls along his face, lightly painting his cheeks pink. he closes his eyes again, tries to steady his breathing as he counts backwards, only for his efforts to be obliterated with ease the moment you sit next to him.

as your thigh presses against his, you take his hand and on impulse you trace your fingertip along the lines on his palm. he watches you with a morbid fascination that scares him; but then you start to say things like, “you will live a very long life,” and “you are courageous, and you have a big heart.”

a small part of him wants to pull his hand away, so you won’t say anything else — but he remains put, so still that you almost think he’s stopped breathing. your voice is sweet and disarming, even when you carry on this charade of reading his palm. a belated realization hits him forcefully, making him blink several times; it dawns on him that you’ve always been so kind and gentle with him, even when you teased him. he’s spent all this time overthinking and hiding behind his past, that it never occurred to him that he could have simply let you in. you’ve never given him reason to believe that you’d betray or harm him intentionally.

he takes a deep breath, voice a little uneven, “i—”

you lean in close, adoration dripping onto your words as you interrupt him. “hey, have i told you?” the question glides along his skin, the words seeping into him as you continue, the lilt in your voice a honeyed, melodic spell. “you remind me of starlight and the mysteries of space.” your lips brush against his when you tell him that, and a warmth settles into the middle of his chest, makes it hard to focus. he doesn’t think when he curls his fingers around yours and doesn’t think when heleans down to kiss you — tender yet electrifying all the same.

the move disarms you in a way that doesn’t quite make sense to you, so you simply hum in approval and lean your head against his shoulder. a comfortable silence settles around you both, but you don’t mind that at all; it’s nice, not having to tip-toe around him anymore, and the demons that plagued him for so long don’t seem so intimidating with you by his side.

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[sleepyowlwrites]

writing prompts! lyrics: ordinary magic and delight edition

Paper wings and silly things we wore, paper wings and silly things we swore (Snowbird - EllaHarp)

Bounded by the gravity, of all the other dreams that I was given (In the Kitchen - Mree)

Walk out into the sultry evening, cotton breathing when the sea winds brush the hair down around your neck (Savannah - Relient K)

Remember laughing when the days were long and summer was a never ending fire (All You Are - John Mark Nelson)

Chasing all the things that are keeping us young, we won't stop running 'til we reach the sun (Woodland - The Paper Kites)

There's something 'bout the way you the city when the lights come up as the sun goes down (Nightlife - Old Daisy)

The smell of old cedar and jasmine perfume, fig trees, bottles of milk, and sewing machines (Clay & Cast Iron - Darlingside)

My hope was just in season and that's the truth of it (A La La - Jukebox the Ghost)

The accent in your voice, and all the words you use, I like the way you talk, I love you (The Drums - Tanya Davis)

Something 'bout May makes it all feel better, baby, Summerland holds what I want right now (Summerland - half•alive)

A wild world sharpens its claws, as the nightfire burns, the shadows fade, and at the blush of dawn we'll be okay (Nightfire - Juniper Vale)

Like the angels in the submarine, we'll hold water with our weighted wings (Cassiopeia - Anju)

The universe is an open door, a cosmic retreat beneath my bedroom floor (Starry Eyed - Linus from the Stars)

We were young, I used my paper telescope to show you the stars and then win your heart (Make This Leap - The Hunts)

Oh the places you'll go, with your eyes so wide, with your heart in your hand and your sword at your side (Ih the Places You'll Go - I Fight Dragons)

One time I shook hands with a pirate, he gave me a map to all his gold (Long Way Down - eleventyseven)

When the owls call the breathless moon in the blue veil of the night, the shadows of the trees appear, amidst the lantern light (The Mummers' Dance - Loreena McKennitt)

I'll send a storm to capture your heart and bring you home, oh carried on a breeze, you'll never find me gone (Storm Song - PHILDEL)

Let's stay awake and listen to the dark, before the birds, before they all wake up (Birds - Emiliana Torrini)

If you'll be my star, I'll be your sky, you can hide underneath me and come out at night (Boats & Birds - Gregory and the Hawk)

Give me the song inside your soul, give me the words to sing along (Hold Us Together - WILD)

I was there when the rain tapped the way down your face, you were a miracle, I was just holding your space (Big Black Car - Gregory Alan Isakov)

'Til the stars all fall down, they empty from the sky, but I don't mind, if you're with me, everything's alright (Everything's Alright - Laura Shigihara)

We're far from home, will you come to me, oh weary soul, we can make it through it (Untitled - The Lighthouse and the Whaler)

The darker the night, the brighter the stars ( Sweeter the Heart - Julian Moon)

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[divinemare]

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part eight

𓆝 𓆜 ––––———–––––———–┊⁀➷

When Kallistrade entered the room, it immediately fell into absolute silence. All souls turned their heads towards the blood-covered captain, their faces all showed different emotions, whether out of fear or dread, it was all the same to her.

Inside the room, looking like a sheep locked in a lion's den, was a man so human-looking that it all was like what she imagined to be a scene from a horror book. The prey, and the sea of predators ready to be the first to sink their teeth into him.

However, the man didn't seem to be bothered by the stares around him. He was not a pirate looking man, there were many human pirates present on the Island, she herself had humans in her crew; but he wore fine clothes, even a pair of gloves covered his well-placed hands. He was one of those men who either possessed a great fortune, or pretended to possess one, Kallistrade still wasn't sure which.

She had to give one thing in his favour tho, and that was the fact that he held himself perfectly well, considering he was in a room with some of the most despicable beings, pirates of every Fae type, ugly, beautiful, lethal, deadly creatures, and a female covered head to toe in blood, yet he showed no sign of fear or discomfort. That, she applauded.

"Well, is there any good reason why my…private meeting, was interrupted? Or are we just going to stand here staring at each other until one of us gets too old? May I warn you, it will certainly not be me."

The man rose from his chair, his face a mask covering his thoughts and emotions.

"Are you Captain Devilsbane's First Officer?" The man asked, and the whole room burst out laughing.

Only the important people were present, the ones who knew that she was Devilsbane, for not everyone on the Island knew, and Kallistrade loved to see the surprise and horror on the faces of others when they realized that the famous Captain Devilsbane was, in fact, a female.

"I believe the person you seek is me, ‘Prince of Merchants’, I am Captain Devilsbane," the twisted smile she gave him would have made any man collapse on his feet, this one almost did, almost, but for the cane that helped him stay upright, he took his eyes from hers for a second, and Kallistrade saw a shiver run through his façade of bravery.

"Then forgive me, Captain Devilsbane, I wasn't expecting..." He was speechless, as the man was obviously unsure how to react to the surprise of encountering a female.

"What, a female?" Kallistrade merely smiled sideways, greatly enjoying the man's discomfort. "Don't worry, I'm quite used to surprised reactions."

Undeterred, and appearing rather bored, she pushed past the man and made her way to the chair Maddox had set up for her. She dropped into it, let out a sigh and turned to face the human again.

"I would, however, like to know who I'm talking to, sir..."

"I'm sorry, Captain, but I'd prefer to keep my identity a secret, I'm sure you'll understand why."

"Clever man, I must admit," she chuckled under her breath, and waved her hand for the man to sit back down, he complied at once. "Tell me, then, why on the seven seas would a sick old human risk entering the pirate compound, to speak to the High Pirate Lady, for I must let you know that if there is one thing I hate, is people wasting my time, and I was rather enjoying myself before your interruption came,” he gave a quick look to her blood-drenched clothes, and Kallistrade saw him gulp hard and take a shaky breath before speaking again.

"I assure you, High Pirate, that what I come to say is of the utmost importance, I would not have travelled so far and wide and risked so much if I did not have my good reasons."

Kallistrade listened carefully to what the man had to say, and, as she had been expecting from the very beginning, it all had to do with the war, the one her family was now fighting against Hybern. Of course, Kallistrade had known that something was quite familiar about the man.

"So you've come here to... what, exactly? Ask for our help in this war?" She, aware of where this conversation was going, pretended not to know what the human was talking about, and no one else made a sound or movement to demonstrate the contrary.

"Yes, I am here to ask, and if I must, beg for your help, I know of no fleet more powerful than yours, many fear to even speak your name aloud, you have humans in your crew, I saw them upon my arrival, so maybe, just maybe, you can care for our kind. What the King of Hybern wants is to enslave us all again, so I ask you, in the name of the humans, to stop that from happening."

Kallistrade waited a moment, pretending to be analyzing the man's words in detail.

"And why do you care?"

"I beg your pardon, Captain?"

"Why do you care? Don't try to believe me so foolish, I know there's more to you than your solidarity with your own kind. You must forgive my sincerity, but you don’t look the type of brave warrior-driven man that would fight till death for the freedom of his people. Then why do you care so much, that you would come here at the risk of your life?”

She waited patiently for the now sweaty man to reveal what he held, leaning a little forward in her chair, her elbows resting on her knees. After all, she was too curious if he would tell the truth she already knew.

"Do you have family, Captain?" The man asked, she leaned back again on the chair and took a deep breath.

"Right now you’re in their presence," true, but also not so much.

"I have one too, and I have failed them countless times, too many to count, my daughters they... they are in Prythian now, doing more for our lands than I had ever done for them."

Kallistrade straightened her back, lifting her chin to look the man up and down, her unperturbed gaze and mischievous grin were nowhere to be found now; the very face of a High Pirate Lady instead.

"Yes, you have," the man furrowed his eyebrows in confusion at her words. "You have failed them, I mean," Kallistrade rose from her seat, and the man's face paled as she walked towards him, he rose too, and the room was as silent as it had ever been. "You're a lot more idiotic than I thought if you think I'd let anyone into my city and live if I didn't know who they were. I have lived more years than you can count, and as you have well said, I am the High Pirate Lady, the oceans are mine, and as such, I know every soul that sails their tides. So, Mr. Archeron, if I were you, I would be very grateful that your daughters are better people than you could ever imagine to be, and that I have grown to like them, especially as one of them is my brother's mate. Because if not..." The smile she gave him made it very clear what that scenario would have been like, and from the look in the human’s eyes, he felt terrified just thinking about it. "I wasn't entirely honest with you before when I said that what I hated most was being left to waste my time, because what I hate most, are ambitious but useless men like you, who lament their lives and only look to save their necks when convenient. At least I'm glad that your cowardice has finally brought some good to your family. So rest assured, Mr. Archeron, because your daughters are part of my family now, and, unlike you, I take care of my family. We’ll sail before sundown, and we’ll meet you in our way with whatever fleet you’ve gathered. Now get out of my sight before I start to forget why I have to keep you alive.”

Not a second had passed since she dismissed him when two pirates moved to the man's side to lead him out of the room with none too much kindness.

Kallistrade stared at the door until everyone had cleared the room, everyone but Maddox, Zena and Elijah, she didn’t look at them when she spoke, still her gaze was fixed on the door where everyone had walked out.

“Is everything ready?”

“Yes, they’re all waiting for you, Captain,” Zena responded with a vehement voice.

Kallistrade took a big breath, the beating of her heart thundering in her ears as the sword and dagger at her sides burn with the anticipation of a reunion on a battlefield that awaited them.

“Then let’s get going, there’s a party to attend to.”

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A thousand pirates gathered around, Kallistrade stood in the center of the town square, staring down at every species of pirate that waited to hear what their High Pirate Lady had to say. Beside her, the other four Pirate Lords stood, Cyrus’ place had been quickly replaced by Kallistrade’s own choosing, another female, a half water nymph with dark blue hair who bared scars as if they were trophies, Captain of the Mermaid, and a trusted fried. Kallistrade had been waiting centuries to put Muriel in Cyrus’ place, and when the male gave her the perfect opportunity, she had wasted no time in making her Pirate Lady.

“All of you have been presented with a choice,” she began her speech with an easy voice. “The choice to stay, be safe, and protect our city. Or; the choice to come into battle, take vengeance for what Hybern did to us, and make crystal clear to everyone thinking of defying us again that we are pirates, and pirates do no wield their freedom and power.”

At her words, the crowd erupted in screams of approval, she smiled, wickedly and cruelly.

“Then grab your swords, my friends, and make them regret the day they thought they could kill a pirate, because us, pirates, never shall we die.”

Sailor after sailor began chanting their ancient motto in the ancient Fae langue in which they had been written. Making Kallistrade's skin crawl and her heart hammer with emotion to the rhythm of the ancient song that all their ancestors sang marching to legendary battles.

‘Never shall we die’

#dark tides #a court of thorns and roses #acotar #acomaf #acosf #acowar #acotar oc #acotar fanfic #acotar fanfiction #kallistrade acotar #kallistrade oc #kallistrade x azriel #azriel #azriel fic #azriel acotar #azriel fanfic #azriel x oc #azriel x you #azriel shadowsinger

[landgraabbed]

thank you for tagging me @irrewilderer! it’s a sims q&a thingamajig, under the cut! i will be very longwinded bc that’s how i roll

01: what’s your favorite sims death? the one you had when you got cursed by a mummy in ts3 world adventures. there is a lot of skeeviness around that whole pack, but i remember stumbling onto it in gameplay and it being deeply fucked up in a way recent installments refuse to match

02: alpha cc or maxis match? i lean maxis mix-ish but i don’t care about which way people lean ngl

03: do you cheat when your sims gain weight? this is a weird question and as someone who is experiencing a resurgence in [redacted] i think that whoever made this originally should be ashamed of themself.

04: do you use move objects? yes, no default sims grid placement may satisfy my hoarding tendencies.

05: favorite mod? ts2 needs a suite of mods to encourage it to not self-explode, but i am an acr enjoyer. with the right tuning it makes sims not breed like rabbits but have their own autonomy and people of interest that i find very enjoyable

06: first expansion/game/stuff pack you got? i believe that i got ts1 bundled with some expansion pack? so whichever one came after that until dad got tired and learned how to pirate so i could enjoy games hehe

07: do you pronounce “live mode” like aLIVE or LIVing? alive, i don’t care if it’s the wrong way

08: who’s your favorite sim that you’ve made? it has to be jess. it’s silly but writing her at times allows me to work through some shit of my own.

09: have you made a simself? i never cared to until i got me a wife who lives very far away from me hehe

10: what sim traits did you give yourself? no idea tbh, i forgot (i reek of ts3 absent minded trait)

11: what is your favorite EA hair color? the witching hour defaults and addon palette by pyxis my beloved

12: favorite EA hair? no friggin’ idea my dude

13: favorite life stage? this question would only make sense if eaxis put any thought into life stages other than young/adult since the release of the generations ep. but i’ve recently been reminded of how fun the ts2 teens are.

14: are you a builder or are you in it for the gameplay? is build/buy not a gameplay function? i can’t build to save my life but i enjoy decorating and live mode (in ts2 mostly)

15: are you a CC creator? as need and want hit me

16: do you have any simblr friends/a sim squad? LMFAO what kinda question is this!! no i don’t have a simblr avengers squad or anything and i’m over caring about it. there’s people in the community i’m fond of but i’m not trying to join or create a clique

17: what’s your favorite game? listen. i am going to obtusely pretend that this isn’t a sims interrogatory and talk about the games that have my heart right now bc i can’t choose a single game. you have been warned.

now and forever, the games that miyazaki has directed at fromsoftware, particularly the souls series and bloodborne (i haven’t played elden ring yet but i KNOW i will adore it) are very special to me. bloodborne is a masterpiece. and i am sad that discourse has morphed these games into everything that’s wrong with Gamers and Gatekeeping. the games and the 99% of the community aren’t about that. i walked into them as someone who’d mostly played games casually but loved the games that approach storytelling indirectly. i fell in love with the marriage of gameplay and theming. i love how miyazaki approaches storytelling as an act of archaeology. the world was there long before you. you’re a nobody. things are bleak and you can’t get a straight answer out of anything, but you have other people going through it with you. you can imbue meaning and history into things, and that is beautiful. and i am bitter that one can’t say that the games don’t need an easy mode without being deemed a gatekeeper. (the games were designed with multiplayer that allows other players to cooperate with you and help you. there are gameplay styles that make things easier. all out of the box)

i am a known tes lover but morrowind is the apple of my eye. it’s weird listening to essays about modern day open world design and its pitfalls and to see how morrowind largely circumvents these issues, all the way back in 2002. the lore is amazing and once more it places a large chunk of the meaning making on the player’s hands. vvardenfell is a wonderful region of morrowind and i enjoy the diverse landscapes from the humid and mysterious bitter coast, the harsh ashlands, and the welcoming breadbasket which are the ascadian isles (lovely until you stumble upon the plantations). the exploration and navigation are unmatched and nothing will ever match the skill that is navigating the world through in game directions and learning the silt strider, boat, and stronghold routes. not to get into mark/recall/almsivi and divine intervention. you arrive at vvardenfell as a stranger and the world is hostile, but as the character becomes more familiar with the land you the player master the transversal and that’s honestly some sexy marriage of theming and gameplay. some aspects have aged horribly which is why these days i play with the amazing sexual harassment remover mod.

i think everyone owes it to themself to play outer wilds (NOT worlds). it plays into the strengths i mentioned above. i can’t say much because it ruins the purpose of the game. it’s a tender bastard of a game that makes me so happy that i am alive at a time i can play it and makes me cry every time i listen to tracks from its ost. the writing is maybe the best i have ever witnessed in any art form (“the pain of your absence is sharp and haunting, and i would give anything to not know it; anything but never knowing you at all (which would be worse)”). just play it. i wish i could hire someone to bonk me on the head and give me selective amnesia so i could play it for the first time again. just. play. it.

there’s more, like octopath traveler which is quickly climbing through the ranks, darkest dungeon, pillars of eternity, project zomboid, dragon’s dogma, journey, and more

also, it’s ts2.

18: do you have any sims merch? ew, no

19: do you have a youtube for sims? ew, no

20: how has your “sim style” changed throughout your years of playing? it has, but i’m not quite sure i can describe it? it’s been decades of sims so of course it’s changed.

21: what’s your origin id? come back with a warrant

22: who’s your favorite cc creator? i am a known sforzcc simp

23: how long have you had a simblr? wouldn’t you like to know, weather boy (too long)

24: how do you edit your pictures? i use Very Legitimate photoshop. these days i just run a photopeia action that gives it some color aberration and slap some noise on it.

25: what expansion/game/stuff pack is your favorite so far? i love sims 2 freetime? hobbies are such a great addition to the game that just fits in seamlessly with the rest of the game

26: what expansion/game/stuff pack do you want next? the eaxis stop shoving shit into ts4 and fix issues and let the modders have it pack

#p #tag stuff #i should apologize for the essay but like. that's me #i just am chatty when it comes to games

[schuylerpeck]

Hey, the half-frozen rain kisses my cheeks and I love you.

Pushed out of the darkness by a street~lamp, the vermilion flame of a maple tree mimics the soul of a dancer I fell in love with, both flame and fae, dangerously mesmerising and seemingly perfectly unaware of their power. On the countertop, a crate overfilled with persimmons mimics the forgotten treasure of a retired pirate. On my messy desk, the half-used square of red watercolour mimics something too, I'm sure, but its dreams are just out of my reach.

Winter comes back and some days feel like I'm spinning, endlessly circling back to the same movements, the same words, the same ideas. More and more, I'm okay with that. I love in circles, doesn't it make sense that I tell it in circles as well ?

I go back to familiar songs, thinking about voices lost and found again. Back to feeling gentle, thinking about the numerous times unknown children came fearlessly to greet me. Back to the water, thinking about a dreamed creek gifted to a stranger I've grown fond of. And going round and round doesn't feel so bad when it brings back the words, the kindness and the beloved places. The leaves keep falling, uncaging the sky, and my heart turns fire red, dedicated to keeping me warm but willing also to help me try and keep others warm.

And my gifts for you today, for no other reason than we're here in this world at the same time, are a bright red flame, a universe full of circles and the promise that circling back isn't necessarily a bad thing.

I hope you sleep tight, when night reaches you. I don't know you but I love you.

Hey, there’s a mug of coffee for you on the table and I love you.

are you staying warm? do you have plans to go home? are you there already, laughing at the end of a dining room table or helping family in the kitchen? the wind picked up last night and covered the west coast in a blanket of frost. I wandered out in it this morning, not wanting to break the hushed air, not wanting to touch the spotless snowbanks, but just to sit and exist beside it for a while. across the country, my dad calls, frustrated in a congested vein of traffic. under his annoyance, I can hear the car radio play the same holiday station, hosted by the same sweet voice my siblings and I fondly remember. “may this season bring you so much happiness, from Delilah.”

when I talk about what I want for my life, I know my dreams seem much smaller. the room we’ve been given to dream, the futures that might lie ahead don’t seem to hold the sparkle we were promised, but I will still make something beautiful of this, if only to my eyes. my dad wonders why I would ever leave the city. my friends wait to hear what else might follow, what big vision might match my excitement. a small corner of somewhere, I hammer away an afternoon fixing up the stairs. a summer the room smells like fresh paint, a shade of blush. a neighborhood fox I wave to, glowing red in the snow. the wood-paneled pub a few friends and I will meet in for birthday parties or trivia some Tuesday nights. a favorite window I’ll write from. listening to the radio, watching the world again, happy to exist beside it.

yes, I’m sad there might be things I never see. no, this doesn’t mean I’m giving up yet. but I’m finding contentment is not far from where I rest my shoes. and maybe that feels like the biggest thing I can give me. more than all the futures that had been decided for me, this finally feels like mine. a wish I’m sending for you too, though I’m sorry if it looks silly, I wasn’t quite sure how to wrap it. a sense, maybe when winter comes back around, and hopefully sooner of course, that you might untie your boots, look up for a moment, and feel a warm rush of love for where you are — that we both might unfurl our scarves, wherever we might be, and feel at home. it’s my gift to you (though the mail may take a while to reach you) if for no other reason than we are here in this world at the same time.

goodnight, you, I hope you sleep tight when night reaches you. I don’t know you, but I love you.

#I don't know you but I love you #idkybily #poetry #poems #winter

[neversilent]

(NOT SHIPPING JAMES AND HOOK!!!!!! THIS IS JUST TO HEAL MY WOUNDED SOUL AFTER WATCHING SEASON SEVEN OF ONCE UPON A TIME- I MISS RUMPELSTILTSKIN ALREADY-!!!)

Heartbeats. (A little comfort fic)

Knock knock knock…all to no avail.

“Mate, you've been in there for awhile, don't you think you should come out? It's been two days..Everyone's getting worried about you.” Hook spoke from the other side of the door. James had been sitting in Rumplestiltskin's old shop ever since he had.. died. And hadn't come out since. The moment they had gotten back, he stepped in, closed the door behind him, and hasn't come out since. He hadn't even tried talking to anyone, just staying completely… silent. And hidden…

“...James, Mate, I've broken into this place once and I'm not afraid to do it again. You need fresh air.. and more than likely, you need food.” He tried again, though it was pointless. He winced slightly. Breaking into the store of the man who saved his life?..

“Sorry about this, Crocodile.” He sighed, bashing his hook into the window of the door. He slipped his real hand through the hole in the window now, Flipping the lock open before carefully opening the door.

The shop looked empty.. but it looked clean, not a single bit of dust on anything. James had been keeping the place tidy..

Hook stepped around for a moment, his eyes scanning the place as he searched for James. It didn't take him too long to find the smaller male.. he was sitting behind the counter, leaned up against it with Rumpel's old cane in his hands. His face was stained by his makeup, messy from the amount of crying it appeared he had been doing.

“Haven't seen that in awhile.. he hasn't used it since.. I believe a few months after you two started dating..” Hook tried to start softly, pointing to the cane. “...He wouldn't have liked.. you being in here.. while he's away..” James let out shakily, peeking up at Hook shakily. “..He'd be pissed about the door too.. do you know how hard I've been working to keep this place together?...” He added softly as Hook stared down at him. He felt.. bad. Guilty even. He kneeled down to be closer to him, James shivering as he looked away. He didn't want to be near the ex-pirate for even a second…

“Go away, Killian… I'm not interested in a conversation right now..” “L- Look, Mate, I know you're hurt that he's gone, b- but h–” Hook started before James snapped. “What? You gonna tell me that he was a good man for saving your life? I know that.” He huffed out. “But you know what else I know? I know damn well, that you didn't deserve his sacrifice!” He huffed at him, gripping Rumpel's cane tighter. “I-I..What?..” Hook blinked as James continued, both of them now standing, James already becoming frantic. What the topic to bring up, Hook, Now he's angry.

“You heard me! You made his life a living hell! I may not have been there for it, but he's opened up to me about all of it! You stole his wife! While they were still married, even! What kind of a man does that?!” James growled. “M- Mate–” “And you had the nerve to rub your love for his wife in his face! Calling him a coward for not fighting to get her back! He was just trying to keep his fucking family together, Killian! Because you took his wife, he had to go home and tell his son that his mother passed away!! How fair is that? The only good thing I can say came from this, is that Rumpel gets to be with his son again, now that they're both gone!” He was fuming now, shaking as he yelled at him. “You didn't deserve any of it! After all you've done to him, you do not at all deserve having his heart in there!” He added, poking Hook's chest with Rumpel's cane. Hook gulped before getting a faint idea, hoping it would calm the smaller male down.

“..would you like to h.. hear it?” Hook asked as James blinked. “..what?..” “th- The heart, Mate, would you like to.. listen to it?”

James hesitated, staring at his chest for a moment. “...would it sound.. the same?...” He blinked as Hook tried to smile. “Only one way to find out… C'mon, We'll figure this out together, come here..” He assured, carefully easing James closer to him. James felt a little awkward about it, but let Hook move his head closer to his chest. He closed his eyes, listening closely. Rumpel had such a specific heartbeat to James.. and there it was. He shivered, closing his eyes a little tighter to fight back the tears. “Rumpel… There you are..” James whimpered, dropping the cane before carefully hugging onto Hook as he listened to his heartbeat. “Y- You're in there…fuck- why..” He whimpered, a few choked out sobs escaping him. Hook held James close, letting the smaller male take in as much of the sound as he needed. He carefully messed with James’ hair before rubbing small circles around his head, being sure to do it the same way he had last seen Rumpel help James with a headache. “There you go, mate… deep breaths.” Hook whispered before going silent, not wanting to be too loud and accidentally ruin James’ moment. He pulled out his phone, his hook still lightly patting James’ back as he texted the others about taking him to the small restaurant down the street.

-”I found him. I'm going to take him to Granny's and get him something to eat, he feels like he hasn't eaten at all since he locked himself in here. Meet us there.”- Killian.

“Come on.. let's go get you something to eat, yeah? You should have at least something in your system..” Hook told him softly. James only nodded, going completely silent. He didn't let go of Hook though.. So, Hook picked him up into his arms before walking out of the shop with him. “You can keep listening on the way there..” “..at the table too?..” “..yeah. For as long as you need to, mate..”

#flood my inbox #always available #dms are always open #i am trash #inbox is always open #f/o #f/o post #f/o tag #headconon #once upon a time #once upon a time rumplestiltskin #rumplestiltskin #once upon a time hook #captain hook

[teddyeyeseddie]

Dead Men Tell No Tales: Chapter 7

Pairing: Pirate!Dean x Reader

Warnings: Language, Fluff, Angst

WC: 1,100+

A/N: Hiiiiii! I am finally feeling okay and healthy. I was beginning to worry about my health given how sick this pregnancy has made me but I am finally on the other side of this funk after 20 long weeks. Halfway there! Enjoy this chapter and remember feedback is my love language!

Thank you @lfaewrites for looking this over for me <333

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The pair are laid in bed, Dean’s hand tracing circles on Y/N’s back as she lays her head against his chest.

“Could we ever be normal?” she questions out of nowhere as her nails scratch at the hair adorning his belly. Dean grunts and turns to face her, his brow furrowed as he looks down at her. 

“Y/N…” he drones as he watches her pull her lip between her teeth, dread settling low in his stomach as he watches the hopeful glint in her eyes drain out of her eyes. 

“Being on this ship is all I know, I only know being out on the water with my crew. I don’t think I could be a normal man for you,” he reveals, his gut twisting as he watches tears form in her eyes at the idea that they will never be normal.

“But-” Dean cuts her off with a chaste kiss, smiling into it as his hand rubs up and down her arm. 

“I never said no, darling.”

Castiel and Benny are working on the Deck when they hear Dean’s boots thud across the deck towards them. Their heads snap up once Dean reaches them. 

“Cas, Benny can I speak with you two privately?” he questions. The two men nod their heads, leaving their tasks to be finished later. The two men follow Dean to his quarters, Dean easily pushing through the door. 

Dean smiles when he sees Y/N sitting at his desk, writing away in a Journal Dean had given her in her early days aboard. 

“Darling, could you give us a minute?” Dean asks as he walks towards her, lending her his hand, she smiles widely as she takes it. He lets her get settled on her feet before leading her to the door of the room. 

“We will only be a few minutes, why don’t you go help John in the kitchen? I am sure he needs some help preparing dinner for the crew.” he kisses her cheek as she happily nods her head. She turns on her heels and makes her way towards the kitchen.

“I need some help,” Dean breathes out as he takes a seat at his desk. The two men across from him straighten in their seats as they listen intently to the man before them.

“James and Nicholas have been disobedient the past few days, I am worried bringing Y/N on board has shown to be a problem,” 

The pair look between each other, the two men waiting for the other to open their mouths. Cas is the first to speak up, clearing his throat before talking. 

“I love Y/N, she is a great girl, but I think some of the crew are a little upset at her presence..”

“Pray tell?” Dean rasps out, reaching for a bottle of rum he and Y/N had cracked open the night before, pouring himself a glass despite the early hours of the morning.

“I think there is a group led by James that are planning a mutiny,”

Dean slams the glass down on the table, nearly breaking the tumbler as he seethes and ponders the words that have left Castiel’s mouth.

“And you didn’t think to come and let me know that my own crew is planning to turn against me?” Dean is towering over the two men now, his chest puffed out with anger. 

“Sir- if I may, I think if you were a little more gruff with Y/N and not so enthralled by her presence, men would take you more seriously,” Benny lets out, his gaze dropped to the floor, too afraid to say those words to his Captain’s face.

“I was “gruff” with the woman for 4 months before I let my feelings for her show. She earned her keep and wrestled her way into my soul and I will be damned if I let some group of mongrels try and force me to treat her like a normal crewmate. She is my woman and will be treated as such, my right hand lady.” His hands are braced on the mahogany desk before him, his knuckles white as his grip on the wood tightens. 

“You find the men who are planning to go against their Captain and you give me a list of names, aye?”

“Aye.”

“James, we have a total of twelve men on our side to take over the ship. I have exhausted all options but it seems that little girl has wrapped herself around too many of these men. She is probably screwing half the crew at this rate,” Nicholas seethes out as he stands before his boss. 

“Then we plan accordingly. We can take over this ship with twelve of us, we just have to get the captain to fold easily. We take the precious lady and get her on her knees before us, Captain will follow swiftly, I am sure of it. 

Dean makes his way to the kitchen, a smile forming on his face when she hears faint singing coming from the kitchen. He braces himself against the doorway and watches as Y/N stirs the contents of the pot before her. 

“I thought I heard the Old Man say

"Leave her, Johnny, leave her"

Tomorrow ye will get your pay

And it's time for us to leave her”

Dean clears his throat causing a gasp to leave her lips but before she can speak up, Dean is joining in on the song. 

“Leave her, Johnny, leave her

Oh, leave her, Johnny, leave her

For the voyage is long and the winds don't blow

And it's time for us to leave her”

She giggles at the theatrics Dean was putting on as he sang, his hand clutched to his chest as he bellowed out the words. Dean approached Y/N, the woman setting down her cooking utensils before she throws her arms around his neck, Dean’s hands resting on her hips as the pair continue to sing. 

“Oh, the wind was foul and the sea ran high

Leave her, Johnny, leave her

She shipped it green and none went by

And it's time for us to leave her”

The pair swayed back and forth as the soup on the stove continued to bubble. They finish out the song, Dean’s forehead resting against hers, a smile plastered on her face.

“One day I’ll leave her,” he breathes out, his lips desperately searching for hers, a searing kiss placed against them causing her to let out a small squeal which only causes Dean to chuckle.

“Me?” she questions.

“Never you. Leave her, the ship.”

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[constellationmelody]

What a surprise that today’s the new episode dropped today! I loved it so much that I listen to it twice. The first during work because I couldn’t wait until class time where I need to listen to something while doing my art project in class, the second time... during class while doing my art project.

The ‘mysterious planet’ earth is the Indus valley of the intergalactic world. Cool Clementine to offer that to the crew but the episode perfectly articulate my thoughts on why trying to fix past mistakes, even if you had the power to do so, is bad idea. Even if She could wave her hand and give them what they wish for, The characters went through some character developments that fundamentally changed them, why would you exchange all that to go back to their statue quo? The crew develop a bond that's deeper than friends, they are now a family (aww~).  Leif's got it all figured out, I gotta give him props for that. I bet even if his past was rewritten and everything was perfect, he'd still be unhappy. Who would wanna miss out on a kickass journey sailing among the stars as a space pirate, finding tech lightyears ahead of Earth's, and meeting the amazing Bert Bert? And of course, meeting some of the coolest people in a time traveling, dimension hopping Diner. They may be from earth but the likelihood of crossing each other’s paths, becoming friends with something in common is not even slim, it’s none. I wanna hug Gloria. Hopefully I’ll never know the pain to lose parents that way, though when the time comes when I have to say good bye to them, I see how soul crushing grieving look like and that isn’t a gradual linear process. I dread that day.  Effie is a really wise lady. Had someone like her been in my life, I’m 100% sure I wouldn’t turn out to be an atheist. Or at least be a deist. Amusing that in her lil sermon, she was hoping they stayed and let out a sigh of relief when they told her that they weren’t going to take the deal.   Although Ava is all about the science and logic when it comes to persuading Caspar to stay, he's totally justified in feeling annoyed that she's not taking him as a person into account. Deep down, she cares about him a lot and likes his company even though they bicker a lot, even if she can’t or doesn’t realize it yet. It's a significant change in her attitude compared to the last episode of season 2 when she did not understand what’s Caspar's purpose being in the diner but now running around the landscape looking for him, wants him to stay. It’s not like the whole science discoveries and whatnots is gonna end if he hop off the ship.  Loved that Leif, Caspar, Ava and Effie were excited to commit crimes. Lol, Effie’s mischievous behavior. “Wellll, while the cat’s awaaaaay.....”  BTS wolves are back! J-Hope-wolf is adorable for trying to communicate to Caspar that he wanted rabbit stew. Good thing that Gloria is there to feed the baby.  I love Caspar naming weird things random words. I vote for shopzies 1+ Agreed what Gloria said about respecting ancient lost civilization places and not judging harshly. That’s my thoughts on Mesoamerican's culture. Gruesome yeah, but to them, They thought of their action as noble if you consider the context. Rooting for Gloria to punch Clementine on the Tit!  I hope i wrote this articulate enough and make sense. Especially between Caspar and Ava paragraph.  Pretty sure I’ll listen to it again a few times until the next episode.  YUS! I headcanon Clementine as a redhead. 

#Midnight Burger #as usual #I wrote a long thought review on the episode

[deadandwalking]

OKK TUMBLR i have 5 IQ and lots of excitement THE FNAF MOVIE RELEASES IN THE UK IN TWO FUCKING DAYS !!! AND I’M GONNA SEE IT :DDDD

this has triggered a s e v e r e brainrot, so i’m going to explain my own interpretations on the missing children (+ Charlie ofc) (because they remain my favourites, underused characters) and you’re all going to pretend you’re listening.

Starting off with Gabriel, i feel like for the soul of Freddy he was severely overlooked as a character. i believe he was one of the last to die, as Freddy tends to take longer to move about in the first game and typically sticks to the back of the building or follows Bonnie’s path. i think Gabriel, Jeremy and Fritz may have died together or at least knew eachother before death, although there’s limited evidence, it’s still nice to imagine they didn’t go alone. i think of him being around 8-10 age wise. Design wise, there’s really nothing besides his Fourth Closet appearance, like i said, overlooked.

Jeremy is a simple enough kid, probably was shy because Bonnie tends to be a bit behind on the hall camera and he’s always hiding in the storage closet. again, Freddy’s always following him + Freddy, Bonnie and Foxy all used the one hallway, so they’re probably familiar at the very least (he also ended up sharing pirate’s cove in UCN so he at least knew Foxy.) i don’t believe he was the same Jeremy who was bit, i believe that Jeremy Fitzgerald was an undercover cop investigating Charlie’s murder. (also, toy chica did the bite. the UCN voicelines were a dead giveaway, you mangle believers are outdated) (also some people apparently believe it was toy bonnie? how would that even work, that’s dumb, toy bonnie believers dni) he’s about 7-8 to me and again, nothing much appearance wise apart from Fourth Closet, so that’s who he is to me.

now Susie, my beloved Susie, she was the first to die, obviously. as much as i loved coming home, i like to stick to game lore for her. so she has her dog, not oliver and gretchen. i think her and Cassy are really close friends, for reasons mentioned in a previous post. i like to think that Susie doesn’t really get on with the boys, she tried to play with them at first but they wouldn’t play with her because she’s a fucking weirdo /aff so now she thinks they’re mean, which is why she sticks to her side of the building and leaves the boys to theirs. she’s also in the kitchen so much because that’s where Cassidy stays. cupcake is not possessed, but Susie treats it like a pet to help cope with her mourning of her dog. she’s 9, kept from the books, and i use the fruity maze appearance for her.

Fritz is a character i actually never really took to. Foxy was always overrated to me, there are so many better people. y’all are sleeping on so many great characters. although, i don’t really think of him as the loud, bossy, aggressive kid the fandom made him. i think of him as more shy, hence always hiding in pirates cove. bad tempered sure, but he’s no special case. he can’t do any more damage than Gabriel, Jeremy or Susie. he’s about 7-9 and his appearance is more like the stereotypical one though, didn’t like the fourth closet one, he doesn’t look right if he isn’t ginger.

Cassidy, my most beloved, she’s the VIP here. the main character, our star, she’s the moment. i love her so much and i feel attacked that she was so ignored. she was the second to die i imagine, she died in the ballpit, and simply did not vibe with that. she’s angy girl but we love her for that. Charlie and Susie work to keep her in line though. Cassidy, unlike the others, knows the difference between the nightguards and William, hence why Golden can’t actually kill you in fnaf 1 and 2. she knows better. she just doesn’t like any adult ever (apart from Henry/OMC, that’s her new dad and fishing partner) speaking of OMC, UCN was all her doing. she’s a creative kid, what can i say. all the animatronics were being controlled by her. the voicelines were imitations, OMC, Puppet, and the whithers being the only exception. she’s sort of like a mother to the missing kids, she’s bossy and a lot stricter with the boys than with Susie. despite being the mother, she’s only 4, being the youngest missing kid and the second youngest kid overall. i use a few different appearances for her, but the most common is the one from the security logbook

Charlie is a messy character so i’d like to start off by specifying that she is heavily game coded here, book Charlie isn’t really my thing (i also have an unexplainable hatred for John, no clue why.) so she’s 3 here, not fuckin 20 something. she was the last to die, and the one who gave everyone bodies (FNAF 2 was the first game including the missing children chronologically) she’s the second mother to everyone, despite being the youngest. she looks after everyone, and makes sure they’re not off getting crisped up by her dad nor having their fursuits chopped up by her dad’s business partner. she was the one sent Cassidy to hell to meet Henry, Cass had no intentions of following William originally. I use her midnight motorist appearance.

anyways yeah i haven’t really been into fnaf for a while now, i’m just normal about it, no big thoughts

[douneyhey]

Hi there, lovely folks of the internet! 🎵 Hope you're all doing fantastic because I've got some musical gems to brighten your day and the end of october. 🌟

Reaaadyy~~~~

First and foremost, GUYS!! Don't miss out on "Good Enough," which was just released today, and let me tell you, that's totally my vibe right now! 🚀 The music video is ridiculously cute, and the lyrics? OMO, they hit home.

Essentially, the song revolves around a protagonist who, much like many of us, often feels lost and hopeless. But the lyrics bring a comforting message, saying,

"It's okay, you're good enough. You don't have to be perfect"

It's a reassuring anthem for those chasing their dreams, battling anxiety and uncertainty along the way. 🌠

And for those of you who enjoyed my previous post about "Expectation" by D.O you'll be delighted to know that "The View" is one of the gems from his second mini-album. 🌟

The lyrics of this track beautifully capture the emotions of longing for someone who has left and the heartache of not being able to see them again. 🥺 With D.O.'s soulful vocals and the minimalistic arrangements featuring delicate guitar chords, the song exudes a nostalgic and melancholic feel that's simply enchanting. 🎸✨

I stumbled upon "Sunset Boulevard," and I'm so glad I did. I first came across the artist's work on Instagram, and following my musical instincts was a brilliant decision. 🌅🎶

Trust me, this one's a must-listen. It's a gem that's been brightening my days, and I'm sure it'll do the same for you. 🌟

I have to admit this one's a little biased, considering it's from an Ivorian Singer/Rapper, but let me tell you, it's an absolute banger! 💃

This song carries a powerful message of courage and resilience in the face of adversity, encouraging us to embrace new beginnings on our journey toward a brighter future. 🌈 Its lyrics remind us that, even when hope seems distant, we must keep moving forward, hoisting our sails high and embarking on new adventures.

"How long have I waited for the day to leave behind the past, to say goodbye, and emerge from the lonely season to meet you? How long have I waited for the day to start anew, leaving behind memories that have faded into the past, and to be reborn?"

In essence, the song is a beacon of hope, resilience, and the significance of seeking fresh starts in our lives. To complement this song recommendation, I've got a movie suggestion for you - "The Pirates: The Last Royal Treasure." It's a Korean movie, and although it may not entirely align with the song's theme, it reminded me of this film because it's all about pirates and sailing. Plus, it's incredibly fun and worth a watch! 🏴‍☠️

Actually, "Garis Terdepan" is a title released back in 2015. Its calming vibes truly struck a chord with me, so I couldn't resist sharing it with all of you.

From what I understand, the song is a lyrical journey with a protagonist who feels lost and hopeless, yet his partner is always there as a rock to lean on. 🌟 "Garis Terdepan" beautifully delves into the theme of unrequited love, highlighting the significance of having that one constant pillar of support in our lives. 💕

And on this note, I'll leave it to you to decide if these songs are worthy additions to your playlists. 🎧 May your weekend be filled with warmth, joy, and, of course, some fantastic tunes! 🌞🎶

#music recs #exo #spotify #discover #autumn #d.o. kyungsoo #chanyeol #Spotify

[humblemooncat]

#MiqoMarch - Day 3, Family

In lieu of a more well-done gpose since I was entranced by MSQ today, and likely will be tomorrow as well (I'm nearing the end of Endwalker proper!), I wanted to at least share my write-ups for Ki'to's family from the big relations post I'm slowly writing up. As well as a couple of shots I got of the retainers I made to visualize his older siblings, Ki'a and Khomi.

All family write-ups will be under the read more! And maybe I'll try to do some extra gpose stuff in the morning before I pick MSQ back up for the day.

Mother Ki Vashai; A talented, Ishgardian-trained goldsmith. A trade she picked up whilst in Ishgard's walls to pick up/trade for supplies only available in the city. She made a tidy sum with her skill, and it's said that one can even now see her pieces adorning some of the nobility of Ishgard. (It's my lil headcanon that she made the earring & cuff that Aymeric now wears) She was the one who crafted for her 5 children an earring to symbolize their faith and devotion to Menphina. A gift she bestowed upon each after their first pilgrimage to Her shrine.

Father Nhev'ra Desaali; A fisherman by trade, though formerly a bard. An accident which left him blind in one eye and clouded vision in the other left him with little choice but to lay down his bow. Nowadays he uses his way with words and song to keep the clan's history alive, as well as delighting the younglings with tales of heroes of eld. In fact, it was tales of his far-flung adventures that sparked little Ki'to's wish to see the world. The first map he was ever given came from his father, and he treasures it to this day; its edges well-loved and its margins now filled with dates of visits.

Siblings Ki'a Vashai; A headstrong man, and far more reckless than his younger brother, if you could believe it. He makes his way these days as a Dragoon, lending his lance wheresoever it might be needed. This occasionally lands him under his brother's supervision, much to his chagrin. The two have a playful sibling rivalry between them and one can often see Alisaie go to get a snack when Ki'a walks into the Rising Stones as whatever will unfold when those two are together is sure to be amusing.

Khomi Vashai; One could swear she and Y'shtola were cut from the same cloth until she's thrust into battle; with a greataxe in hand and a foul mouth that would make a pirate blush, her demeanor is like night and day. These days she wanders Eorzea, her feet carrying her where the winds lead, helping out those she can along the way. Most recently one could have seen her among the front lines at The Ghimlyt Dark, as well as endearing herself to the Dotharl on a trek through Garlemald.

Ki'li Vashai; One of Ki'to's younger twin brothers. A Botanist by trade, and loved by the elementals. As the twins were born mute, unable to use their vocal cords due to a deformation, they took up trades after a while that they knew would allow them to be comfortable in silence. Though he may not be a padjal, the elementals seem to be the only ones who could speak with Ki'li freely. Seeing as they speak through emotion, it was easy as breathing for him. Perhaps they wished to offer him some way to share his thoughts.

Ki'sae Vashai; Ki'li's twin, and a talented fisherman like his father. One can often find him either on shore with a pole in his hands, or floating in the water, seemingly one of the most relaxing places to him. If you listen closely on moonlit nights, you can hear the pitter patter of feet towards the lake as Ki'sae goes to commune with Menphina in his own way. Both of the twins turned out to be very gentle souls, unlike their loud, brash older siblings. A welcome change for their parents, I'm sure.

#Ki'to #Finally #a post about his family #I talk about them far too much to let this sit in my drafts any longer #Figured since today's theme is family and I've got nothing put together yet I'd give y'all some writing at least #Plus you get to see the eldest siblings finally #MiqoMarch #ffxiv oc #ffxiv wol #ffxiv

[late-to-the-fandom]

Renathal and Sire Denathrius for the ask game?

Thank you for the asks! @mysdrym I answered the Renathal one here

Renathal

1: Sexuality headcanon - Perfectly pansexual. He has the capacity to be attracted to anyone (I assume this is what Blizzard wants to be canon based on how outrageously he flirts with your character whoever/whatever they are)

2: otp- Renathal/the Maw Walker, and I'm really 21 stories past apology at this point.

3: brotp - Renathal/Theotar because every Prince needs a jester that can tell them what's what without fear of retribution.

4: notp - Renathal/Denathrius. If you’re calling someone your father/son, it’s gonna be a no from me for anything sexual.

5: first headcanon that pops into my head - I think my first headcanon I ever had for Renathal was his mortal soul envy (he's the only Venthyr who doesn't have one and that worries him) that spawns his "little mermaid" style collection of mortal stuff he fills Darkwall Tower with.

6: favorite line from this character - in the game? I adore the line “There is no possibility of defeat - oh is that not exciting?” But I have probably listened to his Hearthstone Pirate’s Day greeting now more than anything else 😂

7: one way in which I relate to this character - oldest child perfectionist issues

8: thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character - So you're just gonna ... run straight the fuck at Denathrius? That's ... that's the WHOLE plan? That’s not a plan. That's not even a pl.

9: cinnamon roll or problematic fave? He is a problematic cinnamon roll; like a cinnamon roll that has a secret chili powder center. I think people want him to be all cinnamon roll but let’s not forget that he is the Dark Prince and that Venthyr canonically torture souls and condemn them to the Maw. Like, more Gary Oldman Dracula than Luke Evans Dracula.

Denathrius

1: sexuality headcanon - In spite of what I may write later, in my current series I definitely have him as entirely uninterested in all romantic and sexual relationships, but definitely willing and able to use both to manipulate others (Renathal)

2: otp - Denathrius/Denathrius. Only loves himself. Would fuck his clone.

3: brotp - Denathrius/Zovaal but only in the sense that they are both using each other to achieve an end. Each thinks they ultimately have the upper hand in the partnership (and since Denathrius is the one who survives I guess he was sort of right in the end; still crossing fingers for him to be top billed villain a couple expansions down the line)

4: notp - see Renathal's notp. Still applies. I respect everyone else's right to ship this if they want but anything that even smells like it might have walked past someone else smoking incest one time is going to be a no from me always.

5: first headcanon that pops into my head - My top headcanon for him will always be that he has a cult leader management style in which he prevents uprising by making sure no one in the realm (read: Renathal) has an intimate relationship (platonic or romantic) that doesn’t center around himself. All Revendreth relationships must revolve around Denathrius, and he purposely stirs the Harvesters against each other to keep them from figuring out his true plans and banding together to depose him.

6: favorite line from this character - “Crawl to me on your knees,” because sometimes evil hot. Still evil though.

7: one way in which I relate to this character: I, too, tend to be holding a wine glass in all my pictures.

8: thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character - His inability to close his shirt over his massive tits is triggering for me (and the many times I have also been unable to button a shirt for this same issue).

9: cinnamon roll or problematic fave? In my current series (and canon): Straight up problematic all the way around. In my secret Denathrius WIP, I give him a lot more grace and liberally sprinkle him with cinnamon to help him go down easier 😅

#ask games #headcanons #Renathal x maw walker #Renathal #Denathrius

[priscilla9993]

I realized just now I didn't ask you! Alice and Robin for unhinged blorbo bingo :D

Alice Jones

If you haven't noticed already, Alice Jones is my top tier blorbo and before her, I didn't think I would ever fall for a character more than Killian Jones. Turns out his pirate daughter from the Wish Realm was the kicker 😍 Whenever she is involved or appears on screen, I'm a blubbering mess of sounds, sometimes wailing "You can't do this to me! How are you so-? AAAAAH, I can't even!" I can't get enough of her and wish we got more time with her. Seriously, Alice is a treasure trove that I would gladly dissect under a microscope. Of course, she goes through so much angst. Like there's a whole bucket of items, whether through abandonment, isolation, loss of a loved one (can't be in contact with her father, loses Robin w the curse, says goodbye to the Troll) and childhood home, social rejection, economic struggles, betrayal, broken promises, memory loss, mental illness, and a loving but unusual upbringing. I'm sure anyone who goes through any of this would need therapy or owe it to themselves to be allowed to heal. But, I love how she isn't defined by her experiences and is irrevocably true to herself. We see this from how she hates being called "Alice from Wonderland" as it's THE one trip that she's known for (filled with a bag of emotions and experiences she won't linger on) and says goodbye to her past self she bottled up nicknamed "Tower Girl", but remains content as Alice, continuously growing and facing what scares her. She takes it all with an enthusiastic "been there, done that" and rolling with the punches kind of attitude. Alice is so strong that it makes me want her to be allowed happiness! I want to protect her from the writers that keep putting her in angsty situations left and right, but at the same time, it hurts so good and she gets comforted often enough that I'm glad it's filled with angst. In other words, hurt her and you bet I'd get involved, guns blazing!

I got to give it up to Rose's acting because I'm not sure if anyone else could have played this character with as much emotional range, i.e. one moment making you think Alice is not right in the head to smack dab relatable in terms of emotions and basic needs that you just want to cry or be happy with her. I think this is the only character I'd label as "Insane" with tons of sparkles and affection as, from first glance, it's easy to ignore and label her as such *coughs and stares at certain toxic fandom people*. However, she's the most sarcastic, fun loving, wholesome ray of sunshine if you give her a chance and just listen. I'd take the insane bit as she may think, speak, and do things differently from the "norm", but there's more complexity and humanity than meets the eye.

Lastly, I want to address the "Mommy Issues". No way, no how is Gothel mother material and she made up a bunch of excuses and threats when it came to claiming mothership (ewww). However, I died at the thought of Tilly/Alice expressing her frustration of being abandoned by her mother, going up to Rogers (a friend/roommate that feels like a dad) and asking him the what ifs, and ultimately wanting "a mum to tuck me into bed" type. I sob at the thought of how she's grown, managed to survive in the world without a mom that everyone typically has as a nurturer and role model, yet still has the want of every child to be loved and cared for by parents known or unknown. Alice deserves the world and I'm so glad she gets that from everyone else that sees her beautiful soul. I think the rest of the bingo requires no explanation as there's nothing like a blorbo in making you want to see them get hurt and then protected, loved, and embraced like they deserve. Overall, she's a pwecious widdle bubububububbb that has two protective dads, a badass and modern day wifey, a laugh until your stomach hurts mum in-law, and I'm pretty sure everyone wants to adopt and support her.

Robin Mills

Robin Mills, a rebellious and competitive teenager who grows into a courageous and adventurous soft bean and archer who wants to find her place and identity in the world, even if she has to stumble as a mean girl or in her dad's footsteps as Robin Hood before she embraces herself. I put her down in both "Daddy and Mommy Issues" bc I think Robin was so often in the shadows of both her parents, less from themselves but rather Zelena being super protective (understandable since villains kept popping up s1-6 in Storybrooke) and what the close minded people and children of Storybrooke believe happened and will. I think she self imposed upon herself of who she should be since in Storybrooke, "everyone knows everyone" and she didn't want to be seen as weak or be bullied.

Might be diving into some meta or angsty headcanon here, but I wouldn't be surprised if Robin was bullied for not having a dad, living in a farmhouse/cabin on the outskirts of town, or having a mum that used to be a wicked villain but clearly isn't anything without magic, because children can be crass or cruel sometimes, especially when most of them grew up from fairytale heroes and villagers. I think it was easier for Robin to hide behind walls and snarkiness, so that no one could get close enough to understand her. She didn't even know herself, but she tried to the moment what worked for her parents didn't exactly work the same for her. I think there were so many avenues and things Once Upon A Time didn't get to explore with her that would make it easy to say a ten hour speech, hence the half circle and why are they like this? However, if we are talking headcanons and creating details from the small pieces we got, I'm ready to join the discussion. :D

Honestly, Robin needs therapy too from the internal struggles and anxiety she must have had from always wearing a mask and fighting against everything because she didn't know what else she'd have to protect herself from. Heck, if anyone were in her shoes, it's understandable why Robin would run away from her problems and make impulsive decisions (diving headfirst into becoming Gothel's pupil, Robin Hood (female version), staying in NEF or Thailand) rather than face the problems and ultimately, herself. That requires a lot of courage and acceptance that it's okay to not know the answers, break down and cry, and being open to trusting others for support.

In any case, I will fall into the line of defense should anyone come close to hurting them, Robin probably retaliating that she can take care of herself even when it's clear that she's cut up and bruised, barely able to draw the tension needed to release her arrow. 👀Would she make a good whumpee? Add that to the box of I torture them bc I love them. Oof, she would probably hide her embarrassment from being loved or cared for by pretending she hates it or doesn't care for it. Even if I was her friend, I could imagine hugging her and her reaction being a punch out of muscle memory or the cute kind of shoulder/back punch like how dare you?! (affectionate). Overall, Robin is a precious archer who deserves happiness, has a flirty and too nice for her own good wife, a well minding yet embarrassingly silly mom, a doteful father in-law, and a charming cousin with too many extended family members to count.

Double bingo! Woo hoo! Thanks @piracytheorist for the ask <3

#ask #piracytheorist #alice jones #robin mills #madarcher/curiousarcher forever #ouat s7 #ask and you shall receive #blorbo bingo

[crimbabyops]

The Un-Natural Love Story

Chapter 1/? The Meet Up

Warnings: Long as fuck, murder but not in detail, smut later on, usage of curse words, fluff, No Y/N all OC based uhh that should be it but let me know if not.

A/N: I know this ain’t the Montai and Nixx fic I promised but I’m still working on that but please do enjoy this series I am writing and I do promise to post the other fic that’s a promise.

These chapters are long so be prepared.

The sounds of leaves crunching, birds singing, and….curses being said in the distance. Makes a great drama in the making. But this is a story about a pirate vampire and a ninja assassin falling in love.

I know I know this isn’t your normal fantasy love story but it is very enjoyable. Let’s get started all about the pirate vampire. Named Diablo Cattaneo, he’s uhhh let’s just say older than the universe.

Born a twin to Crimson Morningstar, he was the more calm but chaotic type of person. He was so attracted to wet stuff and not in that type of way…..I think. When he landed on earth to find his twin he landed in the ocean with no direction on where to go.

He swam and swam until he reached this sandy area that mortals call a beach. Dia explored until he found this bar filled with drunks galore, clothes ragged, and his twin near the bottles of strange liquid and barrels of unknown substance.

He sat and listened as his twin told him all about her adventures of different places, treasures and a chest filled with greed and sin. He was more focused on the creatures though, mostly these 8 legged creatures called spiders. He wanted to learn more so he did.

He adventures out to unknown and un-searched lands. Along the way he finds this band of drunks complaining about being moneyless and bloodless. He continues to listen from afar. Finds out that their vampire pirates that were thrown away by their captain for he was a prince that wanted control over adventure. But before that could happen he turned them to forever be damned to the darkness and castaways to the sea forever to stay away from the shore.

This gives Dia an idea, he starts his search with the help of his twin for a spell that can turn any damned soul into a living soul once again. He finds these pirates again still on the beach moping and complaining about their troubles. “Fuck that prince he was always an ass kisser anyways.” one states in a whiny tone “You mean he was a stuck up rich boy who desired control.” another states kicking the ocean with a gruffy tone. “Now now, don’t kick the ocean, she has nothing to do with it.” Dia walks out with a chuckle and two barrels filled with whiskey and rum and maybe even a little bit of blood.

The men stand up and draw their swords at him. “Who are you?!” one shouts with a shaky but scared tone at the 8 '10 8' 11 man standing in front of them with brown and black horns, neon blue long but slightly curly hair, heterochromia eyes one brown and one blue, and arms half covered like they was a glove, and a brown skin dark like carmel once it settles. “Who am I? Well I can be your savor or your worst fucking nightmare. Truly up to you darlings but I think I may have something you utterly desire.” he spoke with a smooth but dark voice.

“We want nothing of yours, demon!” A man says getting closer to land but only immediately falling to his knees in pain. Fading away into ash, Dia chuckles and takes his hat off in respect. “See here gentleman, you can call me whatever you want but the more you deny me the more you deny the only way to feel the sand in between your toes, the heat from the sun, and the sin you disgustingly want with another body.” Dia says already getting impatient.

Dia puts the barrels down to sit on top of it while his tail just sways back and forth. The two men still alive inhale and smell blood in the barrels. Dia sees this and chuckles “Now I think yall are getting my drift here. These barrels contain what you need to feel land but on one condition.” He says poking a hole into the barrel for them to get a better whiff of the blood. The men look at each other and back at Dia, putting away their swords.

“What’s the condition?” one of them asked “I need a boat and a crew. Where can I find both of them, maybe even just one but where?” Both men look at each other thinking before finally saying. “There's an island 3 days from here. It’s called Rikers Island where you’ll find all the crooked criminals. You’ll find your crew there but for the boat that’s a longer story. ” Dia throws one of the barrels at the man. He watches as they fight over the one barrel till the one pushes the other off of him and takes the barrel and runs.

“Don’t forget I have two so tell me about the boat or you can stay here for all of your natural unborn life.” Dia says, looking at his nails waiting for his answer. “If you want a boat you have to be granted it by the ocean.” Dia looks at him curiously “What do you mean?” “In this world, there are 4 elements: each one grants people these blessings basically, if the fire grants you worthy of wielding its power it gives you that and more. 3 people were already granted these powers, One was granted earth, one was granted fire, and one was granted wind.”

Dia ponders this and tells him to continue. “If you want to get blessed, some people say you have to bring offerings, or you have to die to get your blessing. Many have brought the sea offerings only to be denied. If you can get the sea to approve you. You are one lucky son of a bitch.” The man says being close to fading out since the sun is almost out. “Please we had a deal! I told you everything I know! Give me the barrel!” Dia pokes a hole in the barrel only for it to leak out sand. “Whoops. I guess I forgot to fill it.” He says with a smirk and walks away as he listens to the man screaming curses at him.

Dia walks away and hums before stopping in front of the sea. “So I guess I gotta start bringing you offerings huh? Let’s see what the sea likes.” he says walking away. While in a different timezone on the other side of the world.

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A shadow, a mystery, and danger to most but mostly to his kill-list but to others he’s an introvert, keeps his head down and keeps to himself. His name is Nahru Ito and he’s a 23 year old ninja assassin.

Leaving the house at 15, meeting his Master Osaka. Nahru was always the silent type, never really in drama. Was more focused on his training than instead of finding love or having fun. I know it's cliche but he is still a child so I can understand.

Living in an ‘entertainment’ district Sokjin, Japan. Nahru was never allowed out, especially at night. So he trained and trained and slept until he was 18. This was the age he left to explore and start his ninja career. While also getting hired at Osaka's club. The Drunken Fox this club was very known especially for those desperate bitches who needed love.

And our character Nahru was one of the hosts. He was very requested by a few men but mostly women. Let me stop you right there by host club I mostly mean people who need dates, arm candy even for events. While being one of the hosts he was also a bodyguard to keep the place in control.

Until he was approached by a very known client that was in trouble. “I need your help. I know you're just a bodyguard and a ninja but I need your help. I can pay you however but I need you to get rid of someone for me. ” He gets curious and pulls the client into the room so they can talk privately.

“What’s going on?” He asks the client giving her water to drink . “It’s my sister she went missing a few days back only to be found once again but when she got back I could tell she wasn’t herself.” “I mean she got kidnapped so she’s probably scared.” “That’s what I thought too but when she came back with this guy nowhere near her type he…was weird. When I say weird I mean weird he talked in third person. Always holding the back of my sister's neck to keep her near him. Never slept and never ate.” She continues to tell him the situation.

“What do you want me to do about it?” He asks her, realizing what she’s talking about. “I will pay you a thousand dollars to get info and get rid of him and find my sister.” She says her eyes filled with despair and maybe even some guilt. “Make it 3,000 and you have a deal.” She agrees and gives him enough information for him to get started.

Nahru packs his stuff getting ready to make his journey over to Tokyo, Japan. As he does he starts asking locals about him. “Oh yeah, he's a very strange man. Never talked to anyone but himself and his wife. His wife was weirder though she used to smile and wave and even play with the kids but now she just stares. Always has this blank, no emotion stare. Un-human even.” The locals continue to explain until the wife and husband come out. “Look there, they go right there. See the way she just stares.” Nahru looks at her and notices more than just an emotionless void.

He notices a camera and realizes something about her neck. It turned at an unnatural angle. ‘Weird’ he thinks as he finds his temporary home for him to stay. Over the weeks he investigates and searches for answers all while more creepy stuff has happened. All the locals turned into emotionless creatures and always stared at him with blank stares. Never smiled or wave, never stopped him to talk.

They were always just staring. It didn't make him uneasy but it made him more curious than ever. The week continued with more and more strange things happening. Until he woke up one day vision foggy, hearing clouded, and his head was pounding. He tried to rub his eyes only for him to find out his hands were tied to the wall. He looks around to see all the villagers and even the sister scared and frightened.

All pleading or begging to be released. Some pray to the gods above while others just want to know what’s going on. Nahru asks the person next to him what's going on. “I-I don’t know. We woke up here with no explanation. They put food in the middle and expect us to fight over them and when we don’t…….they kill us.” The man says scared.

A red light starts shining and a loud buzzer starts going off. The middle part of the ceiling starts slowly moving down. In the middle, is stale and bland food while everyone is looking at the food. The handcuffs release their hands for them to start fighting. Except for Nahru……

Chapter two

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