#quartermaster // Penguin

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Misc. Heart Pirates Head Canons

So, when I'm bored out of my brain at work I've been thinking about my silly little beloveds the Heart Pirates! So here are some thoughts I've had about them and the crew structure! Crew Structure

Not a traditional first mate or incredibly strict hierarchy. I figure Law's authority issues extend to how he runs his crew!

There's four "departments" basically where one of the core-four preside over.

Bepo is in charge of all the helm stuff: navigation, steering, general operations (maintenance of equipment, engineering)

Penguin is in charge of personnel: finances, crew schedules, supplies (clothes, food, yatta yatta)

Shachi is on weapons: armory & procurement of, training the crew, and any like recon they do is planned by him

Law handles all the medical stuff: yearly exams, extensive charts/notes on the crew, any on-going treatments, and the supplies for this specifically goes through him

As captain, Law does oversee/supervise the others if he feels it relevant but after like 13 years he's pretty confident his favorite idiots can handle themselves!

The tang runs on two shifts so someone is always around to keep the sub running in case of emergencies, as such there's often multiple crew members capable of a job (ex chef, helmsman, engineering, nurses)

All the crew knows how to handle alarms, any gauge or sonar readouts, and just generally keep everyone from dying

Most of the crew knows basic triage and first aid

Any Big Decisions (TM) are normally talked over. The crew has a lot of say in most scenarios... One of the few times this was not the case was Law ordering them to Zou when he went to Punk Hazard.

It was an intentional choice on Law & the crew's part that none of them were spotted on jobs and don't have bounties. A lot of the crew's work, especially early on in Law's plotting against Doffy, was gathering information and other covert work. Them being well known or recognizable would've made it impossible for this to get done... It also would've made hiding from Doffy that much harder.

The crew splits proceeds evenly! 50% goes to the Tang's upkeep and supplies, 50% is split equally between everyone else.

Named Crew Jobs

Law- Captain, Doctor

Penguin- Quartermaster

Shachi- Armsmaster

Bepo- Navigator

Jean Bart- Helmsman

Ikkaku- Head Engineer

Uni- Head Nurse

Clion Chef

Hakugan- Helmsman

The unnamed crew I do plan to flesh out eventually, but I haven't made a whole lot of headway in that direction yet... Some day I shall!

Silly HCs

Other than Bepo, everyone is older than Law

Penguin likes to sing

He also has collected rocks & shells from every island they've stopped at to make a living map of their travels.

I personally like to think of Shachi & Peng as some sort of fishman-human hybrid or perhaps a few generations removed from a fishman ancestor? Not super sure on how it works exactly, but I think they both look a lil odd and that's why they hide their eyes and such with hats.

Ikkaku handles Law 2nd best only to the Core 4. She knows when he needs space and when he needs to be pushed pretty well, and so they're pretty close.

Uni loves to sew; it's how he relaxes and passes time while they're underwater for long stretches of time. He is also the person who customizes most of Law's clothes with their jolly roger

Law did said customization before they recruited Uni and still helps, but Uni shoves him off often and says this is his therapy time alone

Clione takes to new members the best

He's also a great fighter and definitely yeeted Shachi into a wall one day; Shachi was delighted with this

He can drink most of the crew under the table

Hakugan is enby! And uses they/them pronouns

They also communicate with sign language, so the entire crew is relatively fluent

Hakugan is never lost; they have a 6th sense for where north is at all times

Much like their namesake, Hakugan is a volatile creature prone to violence

Shachi likes to keep up with psychology journals in his free time, so sometimes he & Law will have a little "medical journal book club" to hang out

Bepo is more an astronomy & weather guy... there was, however, a tragic mix-up with the news coo one time that resulted in Bepo getting an astrology magazine.

He likes to torment Law by teasing him with a well placed "That's so very libra of you, captain."

Law actually likes his coffee absurdly, disgustingly sweet

Penguin, however, takes his coffee black

Shachi & Bepo are 2 of 3 members of the Hearts without a caffeine addiction. Hakugan is the third

Penguin has given up trying to get Law on a schedule... It has never worked in their 13 years sailing together

Law had to implement a "no gambling on the tang" rule shortly after Hakugan joined; They were absolutely taking everyone else's money

Law does, however, actively encourage fleecing marines & rival pirate crews

The crew has picked up some Mink social behaviors! As such they're very physically affectionate... Yes, even Law. Though he tends to contain his affection to when they're in private or on the Polar Tang

It's super common to see the crew swap undershirts, jewelry, or other accessories

Bepo has a collection of his crewmates' shirts! Uni made it into a quilt for him since he can't exactly wear them properly

Everyone else has a "Bepo shirt"

Ikkaku tends to forget she's wearing hers while working on the Tang or to sleep then walks about. Whenever Bepo sees this he gets all flustered & teary-eyed

Law, similarly, wears his to sleep in regularly. He would rather be caught dead than wearing though. That's way too mushy for him.... but if there are days where he's still wearing it when Bepo comes to check on him in the morning, well, nobody has to know but them right?

Shachi & Penguin one time wore their Bepo shirts and attempted to force Bepo into their shirts which... obviously did not fit. Undetered they stitched the two together to the ultimate-bros-shirt. Bepo loves this shirt & wears it regularly.

Shachi & Penguin remake this shirt whenever the old one starts wearing down or falling apart every few years

(I took this one from a fic cuz I thought it was just so good) Between more junior members of the crew, it's a running gag that Law, Shachi, & Penguin are more "lesser mink" than "human" after 13 years with Bepo.

Law finds this absolutely hysterical, Bepo says they're all lesser minks

Law is, in fact, capable of a variety of animal noises such as growling, hissing, or purring. He normally makes this noises on accident when startled or particularly relaxed. He did not intentionally learn to make these noises. He was just an incredibly weird child and like many weird children before and after him, mimicked animals

Shachi & Penguin may or may not make fun of him for this

They may or may not have started the rumor that one of Law's parents was a mink; a rumor that Law has unintentionally perpetuated with his general wet cat behavior

Penguin's family were whalers! He uses a harpoon & is a fantastic fisher as a result

The above makes him Clione's favorite

Penguin often threatens Shachi with the harpoon so he may join his bretheren. Shachi shrieks back that orcas are not whales but dolphins. This is a near weekly song & dance.

Each of the "core four" have a way to show they accept a newbie into the crew!

Shachi carves a little wooden animal

Penguin embroiders their name inside their boiler suits

Bepo trades clothes with them

Law procures a custom mug decorated to their taste

Law normally gives his first, actually. Firstly, if he invited you to his crew he already likes you well enough. Two, he knows he can be an unapproachable dick and sees it as a bit of a peace offering. Three, to show the rest of the crew this new person is approved!

Shachi & Penguin gives theirs whenever they feel the new member has "earned" it. Normally 2nd/3rd in whatever order they deem.

Bepo basically always gives his last. He's a very anxious lil guy and doesn't want to disturb or weird anyone out.

Jean Bart is, ironically, the only crew member to not have concussed himself on the doorways in the Tang

Law had a few problem years after his sudden growth spurt, but it hasn't been a problem since he got used to being taller

After reuniting on Zou there was a crew wide cuddle puddle

Law is surprisingly tactile so long as it's on his terms. A head pat there, brushing his hands against a cheek or shoulder there... That kind of thing

This is generally the best indicator of how much he actually likes you

Law often stims using Bepo's fur or paws. Bepo loves this very much

#these are all very light hearted #don't take them too seriously #a lot were just things i thought would be cute or fun #head canon #one piece headcanons #heart pirates #shachi one piece #penguin one piece #bepo one piece #trafalgar d water law #trafalgar law

[horizon-of-the-lance]

Ship Dandies

Meet the Party

Captain Konguq

A Battle Wizard, she came up from the south to learn more about being a wizard to help her tribe guided by her penguin companion Agratok. She grew up a merchant and is a shrewd negotiator. She killed the Pirate Captain Oleander Bloodblade and gained the Blade of the Aurora, making her Captain of the Dandy Rose. During the Test of High Sorcery she traded her memories of her lover and first mate Morris to never forget her spells. While in Vikaze she raised her zombie Zim, who consumed part of a plague spirit's essence. As a result, Zim has started to gain sentience.

Quartermaster Achaius "Ace" Ravenwing

A Courtier Rouge, he fled Solamnia after his master was killed in a heist gone wrong. He is a deft smooth talker with a tumultuous relationship with religion. He became Quartermaster because of his way with people, aided by his loyal puppy Callum. While he does rely on his cane, it contains a sword inside. Recently he's been answering the call of the goddess Mishakal, but isn't sure if his willingness to commit to her yet

Nightwatch and Battle Master Calix es-Galdar

A marshal and former member of the Dragon armies navy, he defected and became an exile when he was passed up for promotion. A stotic and honorable minotaur, he has traveled with his gully dwarf companion Hug to find new purpose and seek revenge.

Navigation Oliver Wavewalker

A smooth talking red robe wizard, his magic works differently than that of Konguq relying on his words rather than intelligence. A bardic vagabond and son of Ivelos and Andrea, he joined the Dandies looking for a story to tell. And possibly a way to wipe most of his debts

Helmsman Vorlo

A Hobgoblin apothecary and ship's helmsman, he is an unusual hobgoblin and is extremely friendly and warm towards the group. He partakes and creates a multitude of vices, but is supportive figure in the group.

#dnd stuff #dragonlance #dnd campaign #dnd art #npc #player character

[tealin]

Lt. Henry Robertson Bowers

He's come down to us as "Birdie Bowers" but he was christened Henry in Greenock, Scotland, in 1883, son of a merchant marine captain and a respectable Christian missionary from Cheltenham.  When he was very young, his father died, and despite his mother's reluctance to let her son follow her husband to sea, when Henry was of age he was enrolled on the naval training ship HMS Worcester in pursuit of a career to support his beloved mother and two sisters.  He was always very conscious of this responsibility, and though his naval tutors were impressed with him, when he graduated he opted for the better pay (if lower prestige) of the Royal Indian Marines.

Wherever Bowers went, he earned a reputation for level-headed competency and efficiency – his first command was an unwieldy riverboat on the hazardous Irrawaddy, which he mastered before anyone told him how hard it was supposed to be.  Later he was stationed in the Persian Gulf and tasked with running down arms smugglers: on one memorable occasion his party took a dhow full of rifles, armed with only his service revolver and its holster (carried by someone else, to look like a gun in the dark).  Through it all he was regularly passing exams in Hindi and Farsi, surveying  the terrain, and in his own time collecting butterflies and bicycling up mountains, and grappling with the conflict between his religious convictions and his professional ambition.

We know all this because Bowers wrote compendious weekly letters home.  He spend most of his adult life a very long way from his family, but remained very close with them and shared everything.  Whenever he was given leave he rejoiced at being back with them in cold and rainy Scotland, and in 1908 spent eight glorious months hiking all over the Isle of Bute and swimming across Rothesay Bay every morning.

Caerlaverock [his family's house in Ardbeg] was always full of laughter when he was in it.  His gaiety was infectious and its effect was tonic.  Entertainments, parties, picnics – he was the life and soul of these, but to see Bowers at his best one had to be free of the hospitality of his home.  His merriment was not of the riotous or boisterous kind, but the natural exuberance of a soul in love with life.  His high spirits were irrepressible, and he had a rare gift for seeing the comic side of situations.  No one ever saw him depressed; his incurable optimism was the expression of an inner joy. (Seaver, "Birdie" Bowers of the Antarctic, p.91) 

Bowers had had an interest in polar regions since childhood, and wrote to his family of his regret at not being on Shackleton's Nimrod Expedition or free to pester Scott about getting onto the Terra Nova.  But while he was getting burnt brick-red in the hottest part of the world, machinations were underway to take him to the coldest: his reputation had filtered through his commanding officers to Sir Clements Markham, who recommended him to Scott, and he was offered a position without an interview or even an application.

It was a risk to appoint someone on recommendation alone, but it paid off enormously: originally assigned to the ship's party, Bowers' "orderly mind" and perfect memory made him so invaluable a quartermaster that Scott gave him that role at Cape Evans.  During the Depot Journey and its hazardous return, he proved his physical strength and hardihood, and his mental capacity in a crisis.  During the first winter he became closely involved with Scott in figuring out the plans for the Polar Journey.  Not only did this involve mountains of interrelated sums (weights, rate of travel vs food consumption, layers of contingency plans, etc.) but thorough research of the existing literature on polar travel, and understanding of its application.  And in the middle of this, Bowers set off with Wilson and Cherry on the Winter Journey, a gruelling five-week trek in the middle of the Antarctic winter to fetch some eggs from the Emperor penguin colony at the other end of Ross Island.  He came through the ordeal so much better than his companions that just over a month later he was off again to the Western Mountains.  Scott had earlier called Bowers a "treasure"; after the Winter Journey he wrote:

I believe he is the hardest traveller that ever undertook a Polar journey, as well as one of the most undaunted; more by hint than direct statement I gather his value to the party, his untiring energy and the astonishing physique which enables him to continue to work under conditions which are absolutely paralysing to others. Never was such a sturdy, active, undefeatable little man.   (R.F. Scott, journal for 2 August 1911)

On the Polar Journey he was given charge of the pony Victor ("I'll soon get used to him, to say nothing of his getting used to me," Cherry records him saying) and was incensed when Scott ordered Victor's slaughter for the dogs to eat, well before the end of his usefulness –it must have especially rankled that this was in part down to Meares being injudicious with the dog food, upsetting the careful calculations.

 When the southern party switched to man-hauling, he worked largely in the team led by Teddy Evans, but when it came time for Scott's party to head to the pole and Evans' party to head home, Bowers was taken on with Scott.  Much has been written on this choice, which I won't go into here, but for all the drawbacks there was a clear benefit in having a hardy traveller, expert navigator, and catalogue of depots all bound up in the person of Bowers, not to mention the psychological influence of his sunny disposition.

When things turned bad for the Polar Party, Bowers was predictably resilient.  He was in best condition when they made their last camp, and was ready to make a 22-mile march with Wilson, to One Ton Depot and back, for the food and fuel they needed to survive, though in his letter home regarding this, he implies it's something of a suicide mission.

They never got there.  The following November, when the search party found their tent, Bowers was peacefully tucked up in his bag, having apparently simply gone to sleep ... 

My Dear Mrs Bowers, I am afraid this will reach you after one of the heaviest blows of your life. I write when we are very near the end of our journey, and I am finishing it in company with two gallant, noble gentlemen.  One of these is your son.  He had come to be one of my closest and soundest friends, and I appreciate his wonderful upright nature, his ability and energy.  As the troubles have thickened his dauntless spirit ever shone brighter and he has remained cheerful, hopeful, and indomitable to the end. The ways of providence are inscrutable, but there must be some reason why such a young, vigorous and promising life is taken. My whole heart goes out in pity for you. Yours,        R. Scott.

Some notes on the drawings

When I moved to the UK in 2014 I had some fairly debilitating tendinitis in my right arm, which would go away only to flare up on the next job.  I tried to rest my hand as much as I could, which was frustrating, especially when I was feeling pressed to get down to the business of drawing the polar guys.  For whatever reason, Bowers was the most insistent of them; I said, ‘If you want to get drawn, it’s going to have to be with my left hand,’ to which he replied ‘Is that a problem?’  My sketchbooks from the time are peppered with left-handed Birdie doodles, but my favourite is probably this one:

 The orange shapes were painted with my right hand and the lines drawn overtop with my left ... that lower right image is probably my favourite drawing I've done of him.  When I first got into this research, before I started keeping mental track of these things, I found a quote that I have not yet rediscovered – it went along the lines of, "if you ordered Birdie to march through a wall, he would just march right through that wall." I feel like he marched through the page of that sketchbook, and the tendinitis and left-handedness were nothing to him.

“... he may have seemed to some people a bit pushing or even bumptious on first acquaintance.  That was because he went so precipitately at whatever came along ..."  (Cherry-Garrard, foreword to the Seaver, xiv-xv) 

It was funny to revisit all these drawings for the purposes of this post; Birdie's design got ironed out a lot in the course of drawing the Sea Ice Incident so most of these look wrong, now.  I fully expect the same will happen to my other character designs once I've started drawing these guys into pages!  But one has to start the ball rolling somewhere ... 

#Birdie Bowers #henry robertson bowers #scott expedition #terra nova expedition #polar party #indomitable #biography #drawings #character design #caricature

[medicus-mortem]

@sillygum asked: Not entirely sure what exactly Law likes or at the very least wouldn't toss the moment Luffy left the room. Gifts are always difficult, made worse that Law is slow to open up and talk about himself. Something centering around his crew and heart motifs is a safe bet, treasure felt too impersonal and he's not sure if the surgeon liked the customary chocolates so better to err on the side of caution. In the end Luffy settles on a leather bound notebook with Law’s devil fruit branded in the center. Doctors take notes, Law is smart so he probably writes things down and there probably isn't a lot of room to spare on the Tang. Robin’s library provides a picture of the Ope-Ope no mi, a summer island dinosaur the leather and thankfully Usopp is happy to help with the rubberman hovering over each step. He sends it late, plain package delivered through the News Koo post even later. On the inside cover a simple message is printed: See you on Laugh Tale. -ME Heart Day?

   “Captain,” comes Penguin’s call as he walks into Law’s quarters. The doctor only hums in greeting, eyes still locked on the medical diagram he is drawing. Penguin takes that as permission to continue and his tone grows nervous as he does so. “We got a package and it’s not labeled, not with who it’s for or who it came from. Could you sc-”

   Penguin doesn’t get to finish his statement before Law makes a Room that covers him and the package in his quartermaster’s hands. He frowns, reading the shape of the thing inside, and when he deems it safe, he turns his gaze to his friend. He rises from his chair, taking that single step closer to take the package.

   “It’s a notebook, I think,” Law says, unwrapping the package because he figures he’s the only person on this crew that’d want a notebook as a gift.

   As he pulls the paper off the little Op Op Fruit design on the front. He frowns, realizing the thing is hand made. He then flips it open, coming to the note in the cover. His frown deepens as he tries to decipher who wrote that message. It feels vaguely threatening but that’s mostly because it’s not signed properly. Who the hell signs a gift as ME? The handwriting is vaguely familiar, if not very neat. The answer is sitting there, on the tip of his tongue but he can’t get there. A thoughtful hum accompanies him turning it about and there, on the bottom is a craftsman’s mark that is definitely familiar. A little long nosed skull with the words Captain Usopp around it. Now Law knows for an absolute fact that the liar would never get him anything. Law scares him too much.

   “It’s from Straw Hat-ya,” Law finally says with a sigh.

   “Oh, yeah. That makes sense,” Penguin chuckles. “You gonna send him a thank you?”

   “When Hell freezes over,” Law snarls, and yet he’s turning to slot the note book into a spot on the bookshelves above his desk. Maybe he will use it. Can never have too many notebooks.

#sillygum #boring question // answered ask #as planned // ic #Heart Day #[Luffy get Robin to double check your packaging because dude]

[naviculariis]

If, for some weird reason, either link ever breaks, here is the FULL muse list.

Below a cut bc I'm not a monster.

PRIMARY MUSES

→Dracule Mihawk

→Eustass “Captain” Kidd

→Massacre Soldier Killer

→Nefertari Vivi

→Nico Robin

→Penguin

→Rob Lucci

→Shachi

→Shanks

SECONDARY MUSES

→Benn Beckman

→Iceberg

→Heat

→Paulie

→Nami

→Blackleg Sanji

→Wire

ORIGINAL CHARACTERS

→Vasille “Necromancer” Albescu [ PRIMARY ]

→Captain Astoria “Nachteis” Wyvernhill [ SECONDARY ]

→Captain Malekai “Wolf of the Sea” Kuznetsov [ TERTIARY ]

ON REQUEST

→Dive

→Black Leg Sanji

→Tony Tony Chopper

→Nefertari Cobra

→Izou

→Thatch

→Blueno

→Kalifa

→Kaku

NPCs

→Crew of the Tombstone Pirates

Vasille’s crew:

Captain: Iris “Tombstone” Karim

Second Mate: John C.

Navigator: Orion Karim

Gunner / Carpenter: Roy H.

Sails Master: Nemeria “Gravedigger” Karim

Doctor: Ronan O'Byrne

Crew: Raven, Morpheus

→Crew of the Crimson Grace

Malekai’s Crew

Right Hand, Assassin: Kaith

Quartermaster: Hestia

First Mate: Ilya

Second Mate: Ivan

Navigator: Arlo

Boatswain: Olivia

Carpenter: Jack

Surgeon: Nathaniel

Gunners: Krys, Tylse

→Sabryna “Death Witch of the South Blue”

A person from Vasille’s past of whom he did not part well with. Devil Fruit user. Fortune teller.

#𝕻𝖊𝖙𝖆𝖑𝖘 𝖎𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖓𝖉: [ O O C ] #[ yes i have a lot of muses. i know. ]

[alternate-kiza]

Positions in the crew

Penguin-Captain

Kid-First mate/Shipwright

Apoo-Quartermaster

Hawkins-Musician

Killer-Cook

Luffy-Journalist

Shachi-Helmsman

Drake-Historian

Law-Doctor

Zoro-Navigator

Heat-Sharpshooter

Wire-Combatant 

#one piece #scratchmen apoo #basil hawkins #x drake #diez drake #eustass kid #one piece penguin #penguin one piece #monkey d. luffy #roranoa zoro #trafalgar d water law #trafalgar law #trafalgardwaterlaw #killer one piece #one piece killer #one piece wire #one piece shachi #one piece heat #demon pirates #one piece notes

[enruiinas]

"captain, i'm sorry, but you leave me no choice! i'm revoking your coffee privileges." // penguin

unprompted shenanigans // always accepting!

❝Coffee's not a privilege, Penguin,❞ the captain retorts, cracking one amber orb open to fix his Quartermaster with an unimpressed stare - mostly to point out that they hadn't happened across him in the middle of an impromptu nap. He'd only been resting his eyes, of course. ❝It's a significant source of antioxidants and is linked to a number of other important health benefits. It's medicinal.❞

#cptnslog #cptnslog | penguin #✦ — 𝐢𝐜. | threads. #✦ — 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞. | tbd.

[black-raine]

Dazzling Commander | Skiico

(Inspired by the episode: Love Takes Flightless. Definition of putting a sock on an outside door handle: doing this means 'do not disturb' because sexual matters are active inside the room.) 

Skipper paced to and fro inside the HQ, gazing intensely at the concrete plain gray flooring. Now that he thought about it, the color pallet of their home was rather dark, boring, and cold. Although that didn't matter at the moment, his Demolition Specialist Sergeant Quartermaster was currently out of commission, due to some, misfortunes... 

It had been over a week ago Rico had lost his dazzling doll, the one thing he was able to love upon when off duty. Shelly had doomed her to that dreadful dumpster, and now she was gone, probably buried somewhere they could have never found. 

Skipper realized long ago after recruiting him, Rico had a rather love sickened side, he was indeed a psycho, but one with a big heart. He knew this was as tough as it would have been for anyone else, maybe even worse, to have the feeling of loosing a loved one, even if she was just good ol' smiling yet plastic Miss Perky. 

Each day Skipper and the boys tried to think of something new, something to satisfy the longing of love his heart craved. But after ten days of still a moping wreck sprawled around HQ, Skipper had to admit he knew he was scrapping the bottom of the barrel with his next and most likely final idea. 

He knew it was a bad idea, in fact maybe even the worst thing he'd ever thought of doing to himself. But when the success of his comrade was on the line, he needed to shake it off and take it like a man.

A man dressed in sparkly pink, to be precise. 

There he stood, speechlessly staring at the silvery star shaped wand, absolutely blinding with reflective glitter covering every accursed inch. Just looking at it made him uncomfortable, but the thought of holding it made him even more so. Maybe he was going crazy? Thinking for a nanosecond that he could pull this off, especially without loosing his dignity. 

Nonetheless he gripped it uneasily, lifting it from the main table where Rico had recently left it after waving it around aimlessly for who knows how long. Maybe Kowalski knew, he seemed to know stupid little things like that. Why? Skipper himself didn't know for sure just yet. 

Rico laid on his side, curled slightly while facing the inward concrete wall of his top bunk. He'd been there almost all day. Alice must have either been blind to one missing penguin or really didn't care enough to even bat an eye. 

Skipper came closer, now standing near his bottom bunk where he saw what was once Miss Perky's glimmering headband. His confidence was wavering undoubtedly, sighing for maybe the tenth time today he finally managed to collect back some of his will power.

"Rico?" He asked gently, curiosity laced within his tone. He didn't know how Rico would react but this needed to happen, he had to try his best for his soldiers, otherwise how could he call himself their proud commanding officer? 

"Amigo, I uh.. well," Skipper's words caught in his throat as Rico finally turned to face him from high up above. 

There was a glint of surprise in Rico's eyes that had widened for a moment before mellowing down, he stared right into Skipper's baby blue irises, intense yet curious. Glancing between Skipper's nervous expression and the sparkly wand he was fidgeting with. 

Gulping hard Skipper thought about turning tail and running for where ever he left his self confidence, because obviously it wasn't with him. "Would you.. mind coming down here?" He asked, sounding more innocent then his intentions. 

Breathing lightly Rico seemed to ponder it for a second, but decided nonetheless on coming down. He waddled closer, an amused look on his face now. Maybe he was starting to understand where this was going? 

Skipper wasn't sure on how to get his point across, seeming that simply asking 'want to role play? I'll be your doll you lost last week' wasn't the best option. Especially for his ego. 

But just before he could have said something else stupid Rico grabbed his left shoulder, tracing his flipper tip along his wing to where he held the wand and eyed it contently before reaching for the headband nearby and fitting it over Skipper's head gently. 

Whimpering silently from such a small gesture wasn't exactly how Skipper would have preferred to start things off, but once that delightful sound escaped his beak like oozing honey Rico nearly pounced on him.

Being pushed into Kowalski's private lab was Skipper's first hint that something more intimate was about to go down, but once he realized Rico had slipped a sock over the outside door handle he got the evidence of what was going to happen in his maybe-too-near-of-a future. 

Skipper now eyed Rico, expectance written on his face yet Rico just sighed, loosing his posture he buried and nuzzled into Skipper's chest feathers. "Hmm.." Rico hummed, taking in his leaders masculine scent of gunpowder, coffee, chlorine water and most definitely fish. 

"Uh, Rico? You ok there pal?" Skipper asked genuinely curious, gingerly patting his back with his wings wrapped around his torso in a tight embrace. 

The mood really hit Skipper bullseye in the heart when Rico looked up with true sadness reflecting off his baby blues, then connecting their beaks in a bitterly sweet kiss that felt more like a cry for help. A desperate cry for relief, to lift him higher then his flightless wings could ever take him from his struggles. 

"I got you compadre..." Was all Skipper mumbled into his ear before reconnecting their beak tips, kissing his Sergeant with such passion, such sympathy. There was no hidden pity that carried into his caressing touches, only a flaming desire that burned brighter knowing he was able to serve him after all this time. 

He had his purpose, a duty to his men, to his Sergeant right now. Not only as his commander dressed in ridiculous things for him, but as his now lover. Because no way, was he letting Rico loose another partner again. 

Not this time... 

[Word Count: 1,060.]

#The Penguins of Madagascar #Penguins of Madagascar #Penguins #The PoM #PoM #Skipper #Rico #Skipper/Rico #Rico/Skipper #SkipperXRico #RicoXSkipper #Gay #Romance #FanFiction

[xxlosttrinityxx]

Man it really WAS too long since I last played MADNESS: Project Nexus. Sure my skills are a bit rusty but otherwise I’m still a hulking mass of death penguin bean with a bunch a tinier death beans following me uber closely (maybe a lil too closely when it came to Nexus elevators lol~).

Downside to my return to play?

It gets my brain juices flowing~ It makes me get so many thoughts! From thoughts about the staff mostly chilling at base (like Doctor Skinner, Bossman, Quartermaster Bert, Chopper Dave) to my OC(s), it’s like I continue to flesh my side of the story out.

For example (a lil taste, a teaser if you will~): I had imagined the staff at the base had missed my bean and might’ve been happy to have me stomping around again, buying gear to reviving hirelings/recruits.

I had even forgotten that this Imprint had its own version of Biggy (whom I already made up story details that he was looking for his buddy Smalls, and who else better to find Smalls than to associate themselves with someone VERY familiar to them? :3).

Ah, the whole timeloop thing is such an intriguing plot device here~

#ramble #beans beans beans~ #this is how you know my brainrot has been strengthened #when i get to rambling about characters #especially ocs

[pollyna]

James says I love you for the first time while he's running at 120 km/h in the center of New York City and talking to Q over the com. He says I love you darlin' but now is not the time because who the hell would want to discuss penguins' mating ritual while trying to escape death? His Quartermaster, apparently. The same man who laughs one second and the one after is guiding him out of the city, up north straight to Canada.

Four hours later, before disconnecting their link, Q says with a very soft voice I love you too, James. And 007 can't do much more than looking himself going a little red around his cheeks because he really said it first and Q feels the same. Holy fuck.

#00Q #james bond #Q #he accidentaly said i love you first #bc Q wanted to talk about penguins and james was running from bad guys™️ #accidentally soft with each other #silly silly men in love

[horizon-of-the-lance]

The Dandies

The main adventuring party and the founders of the Dandy Rose

Meet the Party

Captain Konguq

A Battle Wizard, she came up from the south to learn more about being a wizard to help her tribe guided by her penguin companion Agratok. She grew up a merchant and is a shrewd negotiator. She killed the Pirate Captain Oleander Bloodblade and gained the Blade of the Aurora, making her Captain of the Dandy Rose. During the Test of High Sorcery she traded her memories of her lover and first mate Morris to never forget her spells. At the end she donned the black robes to gain the power she needs to protect the people she cares about.

Quartermaster Achius "Ace" Ravenwing

A Courtier Rouge, he fled Solamnia after his master was killed in a heist gone wrong. He is a deft smooth talker with a tumultuous relationship with religion. He became Quartermaster because of his way with people, aided by his loyal puppy Callum. While he does rely on his cane, it contains a sword inside. While in Crossing, he gained the trust of Alaban Blue Cloak and his son Cyrus, offering him sanctuary in Crossing from Solomnia.

Nightwatch Ryai Olaris

An elven Spellblade, Ryai fled his home after an incident with his fiance that he isn't keen on talking about. He is intelligent and passionate, if not a little clueless. With Ryai's abilities to see in the dark he takes the Nightwatch on the ship to make sure the crew can sleep safely at night. During the Test of High Sorcery, he altered his body to present more like the gender he identifies with rather than the one he was born with. He donned the white robes to prove a point to other elves.

Healer and Navigation Vodren

A Nature Cleric, and a Devotee to Habakkuk, Vodren is one of the first Cleric in 300 years. He grew up in a goblin colony very close to nature. Inevitable the Bone Tortoise helps him commune with his god while he prefoms incredible feats of healing and resurrection.

Battle Master Bron

A Shield Fighter Dwarf, he took an oath to never used another weapon again after killing his brother. He served his time and joined the group after the Burning of Solace. He makes sure the crew is in fighting shape for whatever dangers they might come across.

Brother Vorlo

A Hobgoblin apothecary and ship's helmsman, he is an unusual hobgoblin and is extremely friendly and warm towards the group. He partakes and creates a multitude of vices, but is supportive figure in the group.

#dnd stuff #dragonlance #dnd art #dnd campaign #elf pc #wizard pc #wizard #rouge #dwarf #dwarf pc #human pc #cleric #Habakkuk #ryai #konguq #Ace Ravenwing #Vodren #Bron #Vorlo

[ikkaku-of-heart]

Touring Arkham

Pre-series starter for @medicus-mortem​

Stately buildings made of dark stone and wood lined the cobblestone streets, looming over the people bustling along, attempting to get their shopping and errands done before the winds shifted and replaced the lingering mist with heavy rain. A few of the more official-looking buildings had the distinction of being constructed from limestone, the fossilized remains of fish visible to those who were let in past the wrought-iron gates. Despite being a little past noon, the overcast skies were darkened further by smoke trailing from chimneys. Most of the illumination came from streetlamps, electric lights shining brightly in hopes of guiding travelers through the fog. Hanging signs advertised baked goods, books, antiques, consultations, and various other trades, the doors to the shops closed against the cold but the light peeking though the windows promising much more favorable interiors.

As she had no doubt that Captain Trafalgar Law had seen far more impressive cities in his travels, Ikkaku figured he was only asking for a tour of Arkham to kill time while his crew finished restocking the ship. The ship that would soon take her away from the damp, oppressive island and out into a much brighter world.

She could hardly wait.

Most of the citizens ignored the duo as they passed, though some gave critical, curious glances. After all, a lanky stranger with a sword nearly as tall as him stood out. Even more so when his companion was the infamous lighthouse keeper’s granddaughter.

“Sorry if I’m not the best tour guide,” Ikkaku said as she ignored one vendor giving her the stink-eye, shoving her hands into the pockets of her wool coat to protect against the cold. The Heart Pirates’ quartermaster—Penguin, if she remembered right—had promised they’d have a uniform ready for her by the time they set sail. “But I at least know my way around. Gramps isn’t technically allowed in the city so anytime we’ve needed stuff we couldn’t get in Dunwich, I’m the one who had to go.”

Of course, on those occasions she’d usually had Neptune with her, the large dog growling at anyone who dared to try and swindle or threaten the young woman. Despite the importance of the lighthouse keeper’s job, there was a bit of an unfortunate stigma that surrounded them, and thus Gramps had always insisted on her being protected when she ran errands.

Luckily, it seemed Law was doing Neptune’s job well enough, as not a single person had dared attempted to approach her since they’d stepped off the Miskatonic River ferry.

Glancing at her new captain, she jerked her thumb towards one of the streets that led towards the center of the city. “You wanted to see the hospital, right? Haven’t actually been there for about a decade, but it’s easy enough to find. It’s what this shithole is famous for, after all.”

#medicus-morten #The Engine is the Heart of the Ship (canon) #Join the Hearts: We Have Uniforms #Joras #arkham tour #(listen we've been talking about these two visiting Arkham for ages and it had to be done)

[medicus-mortem]

[💀] - I've been reading some Star Wars novels about a character called Grand Admiral Thrawn who is a master tactician and brilliant at observing/reading people. He has this habit of finding other brilliant people and grooming them towards their true potential.

I've been seeing similarities with Thrawn's brilliant efficiency and tactical genius in how I see Law as a tactician and manipulator. Which has me thinking about Law teaching and grooming his own crew in a similar way.

I headcanon Penguin as his First Mate and Quartermaster, so imagine Law presenting him with questions and exercises to make him a better leader/tactician. Imagine him gently forcing Penguin and Shachi to be better than they are, to think beyond and see the whole picture. Imagine him slowly making sure Penguin can take charge of the Hearts if Law dies, or when he goes off on his own.

Just Law seeing excellent potential in his crewmates and steering them towards achieving that potential.

#puppet master // ooc #dark history // headcanons

[ninhaoma-ya]

Hear the silver bells

You can find it on AO3 as well, but here, have some seasonal fluff.

Heavy snowflakes danced in the air, buffeted by almost imperceptible air currents. You’d have to be a real weather whizz to notice them, borne of roaring flame and bolstered by freezing ice and ocean.

Trafalgar Law wasn’t one for weather predictions or climate predilections. He made do with blinding snow as well as scorching heat, lush jungle on the top of an elephant or the mellow, temperate islands of a forgotten country, cobbled together in the ancient past.

His adaptability was partly due to relentless drive and ambition; a never-ending quest to revenge his benefactor that had met its surprising end in the wreckage of a country known for its flowers. In order to be prepared, he was used to paying attention to the smallest details, from the local trade deals to the art scene, from the geography to the weather.

At the moment, however, all the attention he could spare from worrying over his own crew, his allied crew and the tag-along latest addition that ‘definitely wasn’t an allied crew but just happened to have the same route’, and how they were ever supposed to survive, was focused on the Straw Hat’s navigator, caught up at a small market stall. The normally composed and elegant woman had been rendered a gushing pile of cooing and squealing once they entered the winter island and its seasonal market, all decked out in holly and sprigs of mistletoe, where artisanal ceramic mugs jostled for table space with crafted local cheeses, hand-knitted mittens and traditionally produced jams, among other trappings for the unwary.

The scene was like something out of the fairytales his mother used to tell him: timbered houses with white-washed walls their gabled roofs adorned with dormers in varying shapes and sizes, stood hunched together, the small alleys formed in their shadow leading deeper into the village, leaving a neat little square which the pirates had ambled upon in their quest for provisions. The winter market was in full swing, tiny stands and stalls decorated with evergreens and garlands of dried leaves. The place was packed with people and became even rowdier once Luffy and Kid heard the words ‘firepit with a roast pork’ uttered, disappearing into the din with a smiling Nico-ya and Killer-ya in their wake. God-ya, Robot-ya and Ikkaku quickly found a stall with what to Law looked like scrap metal but to their trained eyes was a pile of gold, while Bepo and Zoro were caught up in guard duty at the harbour. Once he spotted the market’s food stalls close to the river, Black leg-ya had disappeared, dragging Shachi with him – ostensibly as a delivery boy, but in truth to give his opinion on the upcoming purchases and collective menu. Law had noted the increased time the chefs spent together, hunched over cookbooks or arguing over how much seasoning to add to a certain recipe, or if mikans really could be added to each and every meal. The menu was a challenge for the kitchen team that now had to accommodate such diverse palates as Bepo (‘nothing stronger than unseasoned fish, please’) and Zoro (‘poison and razor blades are fine, gimme another helping’), but it did provide variation.

His reverie was broken by a high-pitched “Torao-kun!” and a sudden deluge of packages piled into his hands.

Nami had returned, cheeks red from the cold and a delighted sparkle in her eyes.

Although Law was known as a taciturn man, even he couldn’t help but smile at the sheer joy radiating from her, no matter the small mountain of parcels now weighing down his arms.

“Shopping gone well, I take it?”

He had to admire her business acumen. No matter if it related to exchange rates for treasure, getting the best deal on munitions from shady dealers or eagerly bartering with locals in markets, Nami always emerged victorious. He was the first to admit her skills as quartermaster with such a captain: he had thought himself a hard charge for Penguin who handled the books on the Tang, with all his demands for medical equipment and the latest tech for the sub. But that was before he met Monkey D. Luffy and his endless appetite for adventure and food. How she managed to stretch their resources to accommodate such a black hole of pure want was awe-inspiring and simply phenomenal.

“Just the last presents for the party tonight. Luffy demanded we all bring something from our home islands, and since we usually celebrate by throwing presents at each other where I come from…” she ended with a half-shrug, bells braided into her hair chiming in tandem.

Law weighed the packages in his arms with a thoughtful frown. “Judging by weight and volume, I take it that the ‘throwing presents’ is to be taken literally and that these presents shouldn’t hurt too much if they hit you in the face?”

Nami laughed, linking her arm with his. “Precisely. Although I might have a special present for certain useful elves who have been ever so helpful in getting things I couldn’t quite reach,” she said with playful wiggle of her eyebrows. “And that present really shouldn’t be thrown anywhere, but rather unwrapped most attentively…”

Law gave her a wolfish grin as he pressed her linked arm towards him, eying her reddened cheeks with rather more interest than before. However, the shiver traveling through her arm turned his grin into a concerned frown.

“You don’t think you should have dressed in something more appropriate for the weather?”

If there was once area where he did suspect her intelligence was lacking, it related to her wardrobe. He knew she relied on her looks and charm to weasel her way into the hearts and purses of unwary victims, his own wallet a sad example, but he had questioned her lack of both commons sense and clothing when they set out for the day’s adventures.

Not that he complained about the visuals. She was a stunning picture of seasonal festivities, clad in thigh-high red stockings and the tiniest skirt he had seen. He knew for a fact that she couldn’t bend over to pick up anything from the ground or from lower shelves without presenting the world with a most interesting view. Luckily, she was a resourceful woman and had solved the problem efficiently, using a combination of fluttering eyelashes, her warm body pressed against his side and a purred “Torao-kun, if you’d be so kind…” in his ear to get what she wanted.

He would gladly keep his misgivings about both short skirt and her tight red jumper, as well as the woefully inadequate fluffy red beanie, rimmed with white fur, if he didn’t know that he would be the sad sap to later bear the icy kiss of death that came with her toes and fingers, warming them up while listening to her whine about her self-inflicted frostbite.

“Torao-kun,” she pouted, brows furrowed. “I thought you of all people appreciated my sartorial choices and yet here you are, all straightlaced prudence and scorn.”

“Appropriate for the weather, Nami-ya. For the weather,” he stressed. “I can feel you shivering. And hear your chattering teeth.”

He almost laughed out loud at the sudden tenseness in her jaw as she fought to keep her teeth from betraying her.

“Getting cold?”

Nami huffed, her breath leaving tiny white clouds in its wake. “I’m fine.”

The bells braided into her hair were chiming softly as another shiver racked through her.

“Are you sure about that?”

“Of course! My ears are just a bit tingly.”

“Not having any second thoughts whatsoever about your apparel?” He eyed her with both appreciation but also a smidge of consternation: appreciation for the way her jumper didn’t leave much to the imagination, but consternation for how her nose was turning an alarming shade of white. His worry didn’t lessen by the way she let go of his arm to wrap mitten-clad hands around herself, vigorously rubbing some warmth back into frozen limbs.

Luckily, the answer to his conundrum advertised itself with a large sign and a tantalizing smell of herbs and spices wafting over to them in their quiet corner of the busy square. Some quick mental math reassured him that the Tang wasn’t too far away and a shamble later his arms were free to wrap around the trembling woman and gently steer her towards his goal. “Liebchen, willst du Glühwein?”

“…mulled wine?” Nami asked after a swift mental translation, a delighted smile spreading over her snow-kissed cheeks as her hands stilled. “Yes, please. Lead the way!”

A chuffed laugh escaped Law as he pressed a kiss to her ridiculous hat and drawing her closer into his warmth, the bells in her hair tinkling their merry melody. “I will, love.”

#one piece #nami #trafalgar law #lawna #naaw #law x nami #my writing #fluff #so sweet I gave myself diabetes

[chabby4memes]

To start off the rehashed profiles, we start with Morgan, or the 'most mature member of ImaDev' which isn't a hard title to earn tbh..

Morgan is the Youngest member of ImaDev, but looks and acts as the Eldest- combined with her tastes in particularly old media- she is very much clear and stern, but has a friendly/maternal streak- Often Hosting Chatting streams where she tells her viewers to 'be kind to kids- you don't know their lives.' Notably enough, She collabs with Click and Sora often enough, of not with her Unitmates- despite her young age- she has amassed a large following, referred to as Quartlets as a reference to her Title being Quartermaster.

By chance, she considers her DJ gig as fun, bit acknowledges that it may not be a permanent arrangement, but also says things like. 'DJing may not be permanent- but ImaDev is.' Morgan loves VTubers, and Gets genuinely sad when one retires or such- she herself is friends with many, but has expressed no desire to become one.

She is an extremely calm person at first glance, but is quick to anger when her fans, friends or Idols are threatened- being a monster, and a carelessness lazy one at that, she sometimes says unacceptable thing- such as 'one more word, and I'll Wolf you down, jerk' or 'dying isn't even that important, it happens all the damn time' making people wary of her.

Morgan specialises in hypnosis- and other such things, like Levitation. Her official title is actually 'Head of Rhodes Kids Club.' Followed by 'Ex-Prince of the Bloodstained Throne.' She's actually really high-ranking at Rhodes Island, being one of the first members, but not a founder.

She's is a 14 year old, but in her 1st year of high school, due to skipping a grade. She Attends Yoba and is the president of the Relaxation club.

Morgan happens to be unable to hide certain monstrous features, her hands, feet, teeth, ect. Despite everything, She often is seen as a voice of reason, and Even streams with Paris, much to her own annoyance. Paris often enough irritates her by not knowing things that are extremely obvious such as 'the Tallest Member of ImaDev.' Or 'what one of my least favourite meals is.'

Morgan loves to stream with many higher ups of Rhodes, such as Blaze, Amiya, Doctor, Warfarin and Weedy, this is actually Quite useful, as seen by Kal'tsit, and is part of her original Agreement with Rhodes. There was a stream that she also swore would get her fired, it was an Art stream, of which for every superchat- she'd draw what the person asked, one of Which was doctor as a French girl in a bath tub.

Morgan speaks many languages, mainly French and Italian.

....

Next part- Tidbits;

Morgan is 25'11 at the age of 15

At end of a stream, Morgan once said there are, two honorary ImaDev Members, Helena and Francis, two people That died- they died prior to the Formation, but promised to join.

Helena was a Cautus and Francis was a Lupo.

Helena would have been the Eldest if she was still alive.

Morgan's full name is Morgana Swallowtail-Ibis Brutalis.

Morgan's Mother also had the Middle name Swallowtail-Ibis.

Canonically, Morgan's fave VTuber is Petra Gurin, and part of Morgan's design is inspired by her!

Morgan's favourite animal is the Adelie Penguin.

Magallan and Morgan are friends.

Morgan wears tags, All of which have something different on each. One is a Fish, One is a Penguin, another is a Butterfly, another is a Skull and one is a Fox. Each represents an different VTuber.

Morgan's least favourite foods are Salad, Lasagne and Toast.

Morgan's dream car is a Bentley. She's read the entirety of Skulduggery Pleasant- and was charmed by the Bentley's frequent mention. She also applied to Rhodes Island as a permanent member after finishing the book series. Morgan's Codename is Salnorum now, but her old nickname callsign was Bones.

Morgan can see the dead.

Morgan's favourite food is Bagels.

Morgan is a member of several different bands, ImaDev is the most important to her- to list them all

• Duo Debacle (Morgan and Astoria)

• Rhodes Rangers (Skalter, Sora, Frostleaf, Vigna, Spot, Blue Poison and Morgan)

• Coffee Break (Morgan, Abigail, Engel, Lucia and Ishikawa)

• Collateral Damage (Vigna, Skalter, Nagisa and Morgan)

Morgan is half Blind. In her left eye, due to a scuffle with Paris she had at one point.

Morgan's love for VTubers came from her looking for something new to watch as she entered Middle school. She started streaming during her second year of middle school- and became well-known on camera due to her stern yet calm delivery of words, and Notorious lack of bias or care for any circumstances.

Morgan is the Current leader of a group of Outcasts, known as the Camp Settlement, it consists of mainly Slumbermuth who can't find homes.

The kinda relationship she has with Astoria can be seen as Platonic marriage. She is very popular in Victoria and Kazdel in particular. Due to her past as a vicious Mercinary- she lacks knowledge of typical social business. One of her best friends is a 'Mr. Bowtie' or a 15yo Maximillius Smith, a Liberi who has a fascination with Aerodynamics and building flight gear for his supposed 'flightlessness' disorder.

She loves to make dresses, as a secret hobby, and often enough, Abi has to try them (they never fit) but, on occasion, She manages to 'rent' mont3r from Kal'tsit. (Steal him)

Sometimes, she ends up at the bottom of Bryn's weekly drip rank, Because she hardly ever bothers to dress outside of her Armour or dressing gown for any reason that isn't streaming. She dresses like a abhorrent mix of Patriot and a middle aged dad about to go golfing.

Often enough, Morgan finds it in her heart to help others (normally for a self conceited reason anyway) and is good at it. Only to then screw it up for fun. Despite claiming not to care about anyone, she actually offers first aid to anyone she sees hurt, except someone she needs to kill. She's heartless towards Aak though, something about him annoys her.

[handfuloftime]

From Hooker’s letters again (to his sister Maria McGilvray, dated August 25th 1841), a description of Ross’s cabin on the Erebus:

You sometimes say you wonder where I am, just now October 20th Your worthy brother is sitting solus in the Capts cabin, or at least with a huge sulky Tom Cat (for such has the charming Phantome turned out) for my only companion; it is just 8 bells or 12 at night, & I hear nothing but the ripple of the Tide, the quartermaster walking the deck & 16 Chronometers ticking about me (reminding me of Mr Corbett's shop No. 16 Stockwell) you would not believe that 60 people are asleep within a few feet of my table; a snorer is soon cured on board ship & if you were here to act in La Somnambula, as of old, I do not know what would happen, tho' you might depend on a speedy cure being effected. On one side I have a portrait of the Queen surmounting an Autograph of Washington, & viz a vis a large looking glass; on the rudder case Capt Parry is staring me in the face with a Telescope over his arm, & alongside him are a picture of Christ raising Peter in the Sea, & a view of Capt Weddel's Ships bearing up in 74′ 15 South lat among Ice-bergs & Penguins. I turn my back to a furious portrait of Sir Jno Franklin (the mildest of men) rampant, guardant, looking like some fire eater boarding a vessel of superior force, on whose left is a corresponding mezzotint to the former Scriptural picture of our Saviour quelling the storm. Scattered about in sublime confusion are books, papers, nautical Almanacks, all sorts of instruments with meter terminations, parcels of plants, charts, bottles of animals, birds dead & skinned, shells & Insects; cocked hats, swords, & all sorts of wearing apparel. One large Table opposite to two of the Stern windows, the two on the Larboard or left hand side, is mine by right from the Captain, in whose absence I maintain it by might; for which purpose I invariably leave on it my microscope which no one dares touch, & a large bottle for preserving plants in, pencil, papers, & note book. Then I have a nice drawer to put my things in, & room on the shelves for any books of reference which require to be at hand.

(Source)

#joseph dalton hooker #james clark ross #i really need a separate tag for the antarctic expedition don't i #yes i was looking for more about the expedition cats #aside: i'm constantly torn between gratitude that the jdh transcription project exists and despair at how badly their site is organized #@kew hire me i'll fix it for you i'm begging you