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focsle · 1 year
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Music on Whaleships
Because how else will you power through the boredom AND the horrors!?
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Two men aboard the Wanderer, photographed by Pardon B. Gifford in 1906 (New Bedford Whaling Museum)
Music featured quite frequently on whalers, though not necessarily in the same way as it might on a merchant vessel. The quintessential musical contribution of sailors—the sea shanty—didn’t hold as prominent a place aboard a whaler as it did on other types of ships. Some captains were particularly strict about keeping noise down while cruising to prevent gallying any nearby whales. Shanties were also less necessary for performing the work: Whaleships tended not to carry a great deal of sail, had a lot of hands aboard available to handle it, and were quite leisurely in their pace as they lolled around the globe for years at a time. This was unlike merchant ships that tended to have smaller crews, larger ships, and tighter schedules, all for which shanties were used more often to coordinate that work effort. However, music was still vital to maintaining good morale during a whalers' work that was, in turns, extremely demanding and dangerous, and extremely dull and mind-numbing. Both of which could really plague a fellow's soul if there was no relief. A panacea for a whaleship's ills, music rang out in the fo'c'sle during idle hours, was sought out during shore leaves, was copied down in remembered songs in the backs of men's journals, and any fellow who hazarded to pick up an instrument or lift his voice was a prized member of the crew.
Read on, under the readmore, since this is also quite a long one with many a photo, journal entry, recorded music, and whalers' original written songs! I really REALLY enjoyed pulling this one together.
Even though they weren't as utilized, there were still occasions when shanties burst out on deck. Greenhand William Abbe of the Atkins Adams (1858) recalled them first being used several months into the voyage. This speaks to the fact that shanties weren't a regular part of whaling work, but rather an instance of one shipmate finally venturing to include them:
“We began to sing shanties last night in hauling aft sheets or bowsing on halliards — Jack leading in 'Johnny Francois' + 'Katy, My Darling' and all hands taking up the refrain + pulling with a will. This pleased the Mate who told us that pretty well for the first time that he liked to hear us make a noise—as it showed that Jack —not Allegany [surname of a crewmate on board] — but any one of us was awake. He laughed—waved his hands— + cried out 'that’s the way sailors'.”
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Johnny Francois, aka Boney
They were later "obliged to avast singing + haul away without the "Shantie" as the crew’s singing was so "ludicrous" that they were all laughing over it rather than effectively hauling. But even if shanties weren’t often used aboard the Atkins Adams to set the pace of the work, they still featured during downtime in their watches:
“Jack leading sung the watch out in Shanties 'Johnny Francois' 'Santa Anna' 'Katy, My Darling' +c. Mr. Gorland + Tripp came forward and joined us. It was very cold and wet — but our singing warmed our hearts while we were free from the spray and warm from mutual contact.”
On whaleships, shanties were more frequently employed—though still inconsistently—during more demanding tasks such as weighing anchor or working the windlass to haul up blubber.
While greenhand John Perkins’s ship, Tiger, was lying at anchor at the Hawaiian islands in 1845, he mentioned hearing another whaling crew strike up a shanty upon leaving:
“When called this morning we heard the Neptune’s crew weighing anchor to the tune of ‘Tally hi o you know.’ After breakfast our watch went ashore on liberty”
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Tally-I-Oh
Music was also greatly sought out during whalers’ shore leave. Thomas Nickerson, cabin boy of the ill-fated Essex, 1820, wrote about a dance hall in Talcahuano that he was quite unimpressed by, but his other shipmates enjoyed tremendously.
"There we found a few young women seated around the hall on wooden stools, and playing off some Spanish airs upon their guitars to dance by. There did not seem to be either melody or music in their touch, but after such an interval of confinement our men were ready to dance to anything had it even been a corn stalk fiddle. With their guitars were an accompaniment of an old copper pan used as a tambourine. To this music did our men dance apparently with as much satisfaction as though it had been the finest music in the world.”
Music was also one of the first ways whalers and locals at various ports of call built camaraderie between each other, where potential language barriers were no object if someone had along with them a fiddle (and maybe some alcohol). Such an interaction was recorded by Albert Peck, greenhand on the Covington that stopped in Guam in the 1850s:
"Having our fiddler with us, we went from one hut to another giving them a tune at each, which would please them very much, and to show their appreciation of it they would produce a bottle of aquadiente [Aguardiente] or brandy, and treat us to a glass which would consist of a coconut shell, until it became evident that this would not do if we intended to walk to the town, as before long we should be incapable of walking anywhere. So we started for the town."
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Whaler-made fiddle c. 1835-50, inscribed with the name Daniel Weeks. (New Bedford Whaling Museum)
But liberty always came to an end. When the Tiger departed Hawaii 10 days later, Perkins noted that they were too glum to accompany their leaving with a shanty:
“We weighed anchor without a song all feeling to bad at departing from summer islands to the cold Norwest sure of hard labor, absolute suffering & danger.”
Amidst that hard labor, absolute suffering, & danger, music served an essential function of bringing in levity and acting as a pressure release valve aboard.
Clifford Ashley, who joined the bark Sunbeam in 1904 on part of her voyage for research, described the music of his dog watch:
"Two misfit concertinas every night sent up their dismal wail to a tune that never varied, often keeping time with the strokes of a couple who pounded up hard bread in a canvas bag to be mixed into a molasses mush for their watch."
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A whaler's concertina, c. 1850 (Nantucket Whaling Museum)
Any man who had a bit of a voice or could play a bit of an instrument quickly became a favorite among the crew, even if he only knew one song. Foremast hand William Stetson, of the Arab (1850s), was delighted when a new man they shipped aboard during a provision stop had some faint musical inclination.
“in the dog watches we enjoy ourselves very agreeably by stepping off a lively measure to the tune of “roads to Boston” as performed on the violin by Moody, one of those lately shipped at Lahaina. This is about the only tune he can saw off decently, but he is the first that has belonged to the bark this voyage who has made any pretensions to being a fiddler, and consequently the ��doleful music’ of the skipper’s cracked violin is usually heard in the evening between the hours of five and seven P.M"
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Moody's go-to, Road to Boston.
Even in the absence of an actual musical instrument, crews made do with whatever they could get. William Abbe writes about one such time on the Atkins Adams:
Last night while gamming with F. Willy in the forecastle I was called on deck to help make up a set for a cotillion — being honored as the lady of Curly — we were at a loss for music + were stepping to the hummed air of Johnny the Boatsteerer + the orders of the dancing master — Jack — when Shanghai rushed up from the forecastle + jumping up on the oil cask looked forward of the windlass + squatting his long legs on the cask head began a toot toot on an old tin funnel, followed by Johnny Come Lately on an old tin bread pan for a drum — We greeted our band with shouts — + to the music of our mimic french horn and kettle drum chased up + down + joining hands by partners promenaded with double quick steps round the forecastle deck making the deck ring with our laughter — + the rattling music — both music and steps getting quicker + quicker till Tarpsechorz [Terpsichore] herself would have fled agast — + home belles and beaus would have fainted at the sight —our fun was suddenly interrupted by the order to shorten sail — + our quick stepping was only rivaled by our agility aloft for we reduced sail in unusually short time.
The captain, enjoying their sense of play but finding their makeshift music particularly disagreeable, then came up on deck to give them something to better it:
“Old Man liked the fun but didn’t like the music for Old Woman — brot up on deck a new accordion + calling Charley aft consigned it to him with the injunction to use it well — Charley came forward — delighted— + mounting the spars struck up Fisher’s Hornpipe + the strums sounding through the calm evening animated us till Jack or Molly [a crewmate currently crossdressing for the role] + our barefooted stepping got the whole Ship’s Company in a roar — from the Old Woman to Cabin Boy.”
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Crew members of the Charles W. Morgan, 1906, taken by Pardon B. Gifford (New Bedford Whaling Museum)
Sometimes music was a little less favorably received. J.T. Langdon, greenhand on the St Peter, 1840s-50s, had brought his fiddle aboard to entertain himself, and at one point taught the Captain how to play it. On the homeward bound stretch--with his patience with the job and everyone on board strained to the limit--he grumbled about music-making halting getting home quickly:
"There seems to be an little disregard to sailing the vessel on the part of the Captain and the Mate. The 'Old Man' will saw away on his 'old fiddle' and the mate will tinker and the ship goes where she likes. I have sometimes almost cursed the day that I learned the Cap'n to fiddle."
Sometimes, sailing be damned, it was time for an entire musical production, as on veteran whaler John Martin's ship, the Lucy Ann, 1841. He wrote out the Program along with the nicknames of the performers.
"We finished this day with a grand concert given by the whole crew. The audience were sea gulls. The following is the programme of the concert. Programme Part 1st Song. One eyed Riley With chorus by whole crew. - By Chub. "There was a Sheppards daughter, Kept sheep on yander hill" - by Lightning Song. I hit her right on her stinking Machine - by Hominy Head Solo. On Kent Bugle by - myself Part 2nd Song. Cant you wont you stay a little longer - by Turpin "Turkish Lady - Black Leg Duette with Drum & Fife - Chub & [left blank] Part 3rd Song. My dogs eyes makes mince pies - Steward "Morgan Ratler - Spunyarn "The Meremaid in three parts by - Hardy "Trayum with chorus by crew Part 4th Song. Kelly the Pirate - King David "Tally ho - Spunyarn "Lord Lovell that went strange, countries for to see - Hardy Solo. on flute by - Young Norval Part 5th Song. Fanny Blair - Turpin "French Lady - Mizen "All the girls in our town - Steward Part 6th Song. So early in the morning, the Sailors love the bottle O. - by Mocho a color'd Gentleman "Milkmaid - Hominy Head "Two little sisters walking up the street" - Jersey Grand Chorus by the whole Crew on Bugle, Drum, Fife, Flute, Violins, Triangles, &c. & wound up by The mate telling us if we did not quit making such a damned noise he would heave a bucket of stinking water over us. Ends the same.
An excerpt of John Martin's above program:
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Often, in the backs of journals whalemen would write songs that are still known today. Rolling Down to Old Maui, Blow Ye Winds, Coast of Peru, Homeward Bound, Saucy Sailor, etc. These were learned on the job, or exchanged between crew mates. From the journal of William Buel of the Wave, 1856, the lyrics to Saucy Sailor which he learned from a fellow greenhand:
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"I am young my love and I am frolicsome Good natured kind and free And I don't care a single toss my boys What the world says of me ~~~~ Learnt from my friend Joseph F Horan"
There's something quite lovely to having a shared thread from their lives into the present. We might be separated by a gulf of over a century, but we know the lyrics to the same songs.
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Some whalers composed their own songs, too. I'll close with one written by career whaleman Joseph Dias, when he was captain of the St. George in 1853. He ended his lyrics with the note 'Read and Circulate', so I see it as my duty to do him a small kindness 170 years later by circulating it now.
Paradox Come all ye shipmates lend an ear And the truth you soon shall hear Of the Ship St. George in the zealous sea Who is raiseing hell it seems to me — The way we try to get our grease So to strike three whales and save a piece Beside two whales of india ruber The boatsteerer swore to be slack blubber — Very poor advice I freely lend Of a way I highly recommend To take a crowbar and punch a hole Drive in the iron and the pole — Hang to your line till all is blue Either kill him or he kill you We want a man upon the docket To go ahead like david Crockett -- Promoting men at our expense Takes our dollars with our pence Besides it throws our work away This thing For sure will never pay — To see the whales was once the cry They are here where e're you turn your eye They have raced for rise to sitting sun Been on a dozen and killed but one — To man that’s taught in a bowhead school Will find himself here but a fool Read and Circulate
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ltwilliammowett · 1 year
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Sloppy
Many people know the word sloppy, but where does it come from and what does it mean exactly?
A sloop was a loose-fitting garment that could reach from above the knee to below the calf and was known by all in the crew, only worn in different qualities. This type of trousers appeared in the 17th century and replaced the widely known and similar looking "Venetian Breeches". It is a loose-fitting garment that is darted at the knees and is generally very flowing and loose at the buttocks and hips. A variation of this is depicted in Elizabethan England and is known as Gally trousers or Gallagskin, which is also quite voluminous. 
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Another variety we know of is the "petticoat breech" or "skilt", a voluminous, widely pleated, loose "skirt", generally made of canvas or old sailcloth and originally used to keep tar off a man's good clothes or otherwise protect them from damage. They were usually worn over breeches, but sometimes without them at all underneath.
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A petticoat breeches over normal breeches - Watson and the Shark, John Singleton Copley, 1778 (x)
In the mid-18th century, when the Dress Code of 1748 came into force, Royal Navy regulations stipulated that "slops" could generally only be worn by sailors, cabin boys, cooks or carpenters. The officers of the crew from the rank of midshipman upwards then wore the "knee breeches". From the early 19th century, these were increasingly replaced by long trousers.
The trousers themselves have been known since the 16th century and were also worn by Sailor. However, they were not necessarily so popular, as the danger of getting caught in the rigging was higher in their eyes than when they wore breeches.  An impression that began to change in the middle of the 18th century and caused the Sailors to reach for the long trousers rather than the breeches. 
But back to our sloops, they were so practical and so quickly made that in the 17th century they became standard in the Royal Navy and were even sold on board as a garment from the slop chest, to provide the men with a good pair of trousers. Because they were so loose fitting and only one size was available, usually damp and musty, the adjective sloppy came to mean untidy or slovenly.
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bismuthwisdom · 10 months
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Umineko no naku koro ni Shared VAs - Adult Siblings
Other:
Main Three
Cousins
Spouses
Servants
'98 Squad
Heavenly Court
Golden Land
Stakes
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Miyo Takano (Higurashi)
Sachiko Ogasawara (Maria Sama wa mitteru)
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Gally (Gunnm)
Hokuto Sumeragi (x)
Taiga Fujimura (Fate)
Mineva Lao Zabi (Gundam)
Asa Shigure (Shuffle)
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Rudolf Ushiromiya - Rikiya Koyama
Shinigami (Soul Eater)
Klaus von Reinherz (Kekkai Sensen)
Ging Freecss (HunterxHunter)
Rokurouta Sakuragi (Rainbow)
Mamoru Takamura (Hajime no Ippo)
Kagetane Hiruko (Black Bullet)
Qi Wang (Kingdom)
Kiritsugu Emiya (Fate)
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Krauss Ushiromiya - Juurouta Kosugi
Akisame Koetsuji (Shijou Saikyou no Deshi Kenichi)
Jonathan Joestar (JoJo's Bizzare Adventure)
Joutarou Kuujou (JoJo's Bizzare Adventure)
Akio Ootori (Revolutionary Girl Utena)
Briareos (Appleseed (Movie))
Masumi Hayami (Glass no Kamen)
Asuma Sarutobi (Naruto)
Charles Beams (Eureka Seven)
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Holo (Spice and Wolf)
Himari Noihara (Omamori Himari)
Maou (Maoyuu Maou Yuusha)
Kallen Stadtfeld (Code Geass)
Makoto Kino (Sailor Moon)
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Anemone (Eureka Seven)
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witchthewriter · 1 year
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Heya! It's me again, may I request a level six male ship for Disney (except for Descendants) I'm going to resend my updated info in case it got piled down, thank you so much! ❣️
𝗦𝗘𝗫𝗨𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬/𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗡𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗦: Biromantic Pansexual and Genderfluid; He/They (though I'm biologically woman irl)
𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘: 21 years old, 5'1.5", Southeast Asian (Filipino). Chubby with messy shoulder length brunette hair, chocolate brown eyes, and a small beauty mark on my forehead. Feminine Tomboy or Soft Vintage (like Malia Tate's style from Teen Wolf) but loves to wear Korean makeup style
𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬: Libra-Scorpio cusp, Slytherin with patronous spirit of Hummingbird, INFJ, my enneagram is 4w5 and Neutral Good. I may have a slight introverted tendencies and awkward/anxious nature, I describe myself as fiery, swears like a sailor, confident, jokester, and, passionate. Religious, super talkative, sometimes hyper (because of excitement), giggly (I always laugh/snort for stupid reasons), nerdy, also sweet and nice though I can be aloof, intimidating, and scary when I get so angry. I tend to become really fiesty, stands boldly on what I believe (claiming myself as a realist though some of my views doesn't makes sense), unbothered to be myself, stubborn, young-at-heart, clumsy unfortunate and inattentive. Would don't give af towards the people that I hate, sarcasam and savagery is my main language. But on the other side, I overthink a lot and cry over small things many times which I sound like a drama queen, and a perfectionist that provokes even more, yet recognizes a soft spot for dumb jokes, cheesy pickup lines and prefer people with a good sense of humour who see myself as equal. Chill in academics, but very competitive that manages to the top even for my dreams---I'm very dedicated on what I want for my life, and I display modesty and gracefulness towards some people that deserves respect. One notable feature about her is her multi-potentiality due to being naturally gifted in artistic fields (this includes singing).
𝗟𝗜𝗞𝗘𝗦/𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗘𝗦𝗧𝗦: Arts, choir, poetry, karaoke, literature, history, makeup, beauty pageants, fun/deep/dumb conversations, expanding my knowledge in Christianity, documentaries (about saints), reading interesting stuffs, talking about social issues, and creative writing, chilling both indoors and outdoors
𝗗𝗜𝗦𝗟𝗜𝗞𝗘𝗦: Stereotyping, obligation (without a logical reason), getting excluded, being interrupted, invalidating my feelings, judgemental people, telenovelas, hypocrites, dirty bathrooms, blackout, lightning, firecrackers, toads, snakes, cockroaches, toxic masculinity, misogyny, fake woke individuals, colonial mentality, and absurdly girly things
𝗛𝗢𝗕𝗕𝗜𝗘𝗦: Drawing, singing, dancing when nobody's around (I'm very bad at it), sharing nerdy or opinionated thoughts, walking like a model (if I ever feel so confident), sleeping, listening to music (2000s, rock, kpop, and EDM), chatting or browsing on social media, watching videos on YouTube, making terrible jokes/puns, watching cartoons, writing, cooking, reading interesting things, and conceptualizing my artworks. I also used to study Italian language a bit
Want one? Here be the rules 🦋🌈 
𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐧𝐞𝐲 
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𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏
𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑳𝒊 𝑺𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒏𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒍! He was my biggest crush growing up. I mean he's stoic, kind-hearted, and gets the job done. He's very much like Robb Stark, Arthur Pendragon and Gally. Tough on the outside, soft on the inside!
𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔
・You thought he hated you for the longest time. But it was just because on the outside he seems like such a cold person. But inside he was literally in love with you. 
・Is your rock. He can calm you even in the most chaotic of times. Even if there was a tornado, he would be level-headed and steady. 
・His pet names for you are ‘honey’, ‘darling,’ ‘my love.’ He knows it makes you blush. And he loves making you blush...
・Whenever he opens up to you, it makes you feel so special because you know he hasn’t told anyone about how he really feels
・Always ready to listen to your problems and help sort them out. He knows what to do when you aren’t dealing with things well emotionally, or if you’ve hurt yourself (yeah he knows first aid)
𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈
Take A Chance On Me by the Midnite String Quartet
𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔
・ Cheerful Optimist x Grumpy Asshole
・ Moral/Emotional Support
・You fell first but they fall harder
𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆
Coming of Age
𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 How well you know yourself, and how you articulate yourself. You have such a fantastic way of expressing how you feel, and Shang appreciates that. Because some people are so unaware of themselves and how they’re feeling inside. 
𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅 Would be Belle. I think she would admire your hopefulness, and how you see the world. You would both have such brilliant conversations, and I reckon you would have a book club going on without realising it! 
𝑾𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 A mixture of Ariel, Chip and Piglet. I think you’re very curious and have a child-like innocence about you. You speak your truth and don’t let others get you down. 
𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒆𝒕 There was tweeting at your window for hours and hours. You thought it was just another bird, but the noise never ceased. So when you opened your window you saw it there. The little sparrow waiting for you. Now he follows you everywhere you go. 
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devils-pirate-crew · 8 months
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As Arber and Miles tussle (and Juraj heatedly explains to Brendan that a bullet in the skull is not death under natural circumstances, no matter what he might think), Dawson considers his options.
First choice is to actually run away and pretend this isn't happening. The problem is, this is happening, and it's happening because of Dawson.
He's dead because of you.
If he booked it to The Electric Eel, there's a good chance he could fetch someone who would actually be qualified to stop all of this. There's also a good chance that someone would be incredibly intoxicated. And another good chance that someone (probably Arber) would beat the absolute shit out of someone else (probably Woody) before he got back. So that's out.
Someone died because of you. Again.
The next idea Dawson gets is to try to get Juraj and Brendan to help him separate the other two. Given how they're arguing, though, Dawson is surprised that hasn't escalated into blows yet. Makes sense, though - even though Smith is a gunner, he is easily one of the most cowardly sailors on Jersey Devil. He'd roll all the way over for a single penny. And Juraj's the cook for Santé, so he probably doesn't have much in the way of weapons on him (well, except for Arber).
It's all your fault.
So that leaves only one option.
Dawson takes a single long breath to try to steel his nerves, then dashes forward into the fray. He ducks Miles's dagger, which swings wildly in an attempt to defend himself from losing even worse than he currently is, and pushes the both of them back.
Miles flails a little bit before falling back down again with a grunt. "The fuck?"
Arber, too, stumbles backwards, a little taken aback, but regains his footing. His cutlass slices downward, cutting into the bandages just in front of Dawson's left ear. The pilot's mate is dimly aware of how something burns, there, and how the bandages are starting to fill with blood.
Aren't you lucky?
"Fucking quit it," Dawson spits out, glaring between the both of them. "Can we not try to kill each other for five fucking seconds?" The entire group falls into a stunned silence. Dawson takes it as his cue to continue. "Smitty, go to the fucking tavern and get Nico and... Suzu," he recalls the name Arber had used. "And their quartermasters too, while you're at it."
"Gally," Juraj adds in.
"Nico, Suzu, Siegs, Gally," Smith recites the list.
"And make it fucking fast," Dawson commands. Brendan looks at the mess one last time, then brushes past Dawson's left side as he scampers off up the road, eager to make himself useful. With him out of the way, Juraj stands back up again, wiping his hands on his pants.
Woody, from his position on the ground, groans. "You're gonna let them kill me, Mercer? Is that what you want?"
Arber, who'd spent the last however long merely staring at Dawson, springs back into action, brandishing his cutlass with both hands, careful to hold it a significant distance away from the pilot's mate. "Shut the fuck up," he growls, "Before I pound you into the fucking dirt!"
"On za to nestojí," Juraj murmurs, wrapping his arms around Arber and resting his chin on the gunner's shoulder, coaxing him another step back. Arber glances to the side at Juraj, a little skeptical, but nods, his eyes flickering back to Dawson's left ear, as if he sees something that nobody else can in the dim lighting of the Cove.
So, so lucky...
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pocfansmatter · 3 years
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Wishing For You
Sailor Gally x Mermaid reader
Summary: A sailor named Gally stumbles across an injured mermaid. She then agrees to grant him a wish for his help. 
Y/N was an absolute idiot. How she managed to get herself caught in that net she doesn’t know, okay she does, but it’s too embarrassing to even think about fully. The fact that she got distracted by an actual dolphin is such a childish mistake she never wants to think about it again. Knowing dolphins it probably led her into the net on purpose. So Y/N has been caught in nets before, she’s got out of them many times, that’s not her problem. Her problem is instead of the fishermen waiting to catch more fish in their net by leaving it in the ocean for a little while longer like most do, they started to pull the net to the surface as soon as they felt her stuck in it. That threw her off a bit, caused her to take a little longer to get free, she didn’t break surface of course but she got close enough to where they made her figure out and shot at her once they noticed she got free of the net. The harpoon sailed effortlessly through the water and caught her side. The long spear stuck but she used her claws to cut the shaft, the arrow however was jammed beneath the skin of her stomach and she’d be stupid to try to get it out here where there’s a chance she could get caught. Ignoring the pain she swims straight down, deeper into the ocean, far away from the boat trying to capture her. She ignores the pain as she examines her surroundings. She needs to figure out a plan and fast. She was bleeding so it won’t be long until she attracts predators. Although she could normally handle her own pretty well she was injured and she knew in her weakened state she wouldn’t survive a fight. She had a fleeting thought about racing home, but if something followed her there she could put the colony at risk. She knew they could win a fight but if she gave away their location they would be upset they had to move again. She couldn’t risk it. In a true act of desperation she heads straight to shore. She knew nothing big enough to take her down would be in that shallow of water. Her only worry was hiding from humans. She just needed time to think and take out the arrow so she could heal properly.
She swam as fast as she could to where she knew shore to be. She could feel herself growing tired the closer she got. Her version started to get spotty and she could feel her body getting weaker. Just a little bit more. She encouraged herself and pushes onward. She doesn’t give herself time to rest or even look around. She can’t take that chance. Finally she notices the bottom of the ocean getting closer, signifying she was near shore. She uses the last of her stretch to swim that much faster. Finally she breaks the surface and see the sky is dark, it’s night meaning she is least likely to run into humans at this time, she rushes to the sand. Until she using the top half of her body to crawl, unable to use her tail this close. Finally she stops and one hand goes to her wound and feels the arrow sticking out of her abdomen. Before she can gather the strength to pull it out she decides to take an actual rest for a moment, just a moment. The rest of her vision goes black and she doesn’t even try to fight the sleep that overcomes her.
Gally walked along the shore to clear his head. The guys were getting on his last nerves and he just needed some space. He walks for about 30 minutes one way, far from the dock and people. He sits on the beach and just looks out into the dark waters he can see the reflection of the moon in the ocean. He scans the area and freezes when he sees a lump on the beach. He can only make out a dark mass, the light of the moon not bright enough to help him see the shadow. He slowly makes his way closer thinking a manatee washed onto shore or something. Once he gets close enough to see a little better he can see it’s actually a girl, he can only see the top half of her body, the bottom half is submerged in the sea. Gally rushes closer and collapses onto the sand beside her. His hand goes to her neck and he sigh in relief when he feels a pulse. He notices her breathing is shaky like she’s having trouble but other than that she doesn’t move. He examines her and sees the problem, the tip of a harpoon is sticking out of her side.
“Jesus, who the hell throws a harpoon at a woman?” He whispers to himself. Thinking quickly he wonders if he should carry her to the town or if it would be faster to run to get help himself and rush back with a doctor. The thought pops into his head that this probably wasn’t an accident and if he leaves her here there is a real chance whoever did this to her might find her and finish what they started. That decides it and he gets to his feet and hooks his arms under her armpits to drag her out of the water fully. He doesn’t get far though because what he finds shocks the hell out of him. He falls flat onto his ass and uses his feet to push himself far away from the thing as fast as possible. The moment wakes her and she slowly starts to stir. What Gally thought was a young woman was actually anything but, her waist cuts off into a tail, an actual fishtail. The scales shimmer in the moonlight and reflect a glittery purple and the end fin was a lilac. Gally wondered for a moment if he was asleep, dead, or had gone batshit crazy. There was no way he was seeing an actual mermaid on the beach. Just then the girl opens her eyes and he can’t help but scream. Just then the creature face transforms; her cheekbones become sharper, her eyes go completely white making her pupils disappear, and she opens her mouth to reveal sharps fanglike teeth and it hisses loudly. Gally freezes and he gets the weirdest flashback to when he was a child and he was playing outside. When he was 7 he found a cat stuck under a fence, when he got close she hissed menacingly and swapped her claws at him. She scratched him pretty good and he bled out but he just waited until she calmed down enough for him to aid her. When he freed her she ran away. This creature reminded him of that cat, she was terrifying and could probably rip his head off with her teeth alone, but she was injured and scared, that’s where the hostility comes from.
Gally holds his hands palms up facing her to show he wasn’t trying to do anything funny. She has her sight trained on him.
“It’s okay, I’m just trying to help.” He doesn’t even know if she even understands him but he keeps his voice low and steady like an adult would talk to a skittish child. “It’s okay, your injured, I think I can help, I’m not gonna hurt you, it’s okay. I know you’re scared, I know you’re hurt, I know you want to get back in the water, so let me help you.” In the middle of his speech he slowly sits up and gets to his knees. By the end he slowly scoots towards her.
Her tail was still planted on the sand but her top half had twisted back towards him and her hands were planted on the sand. He knew with her injury it had to be painful but she couldn’t take her eyes off of him. He understood but notices she doesn’t move as he gets closer. Her face stays the same, never going back to the calm regular face it was when she was sleeping except her eyes squint. He slides to the side of her so she can turn her body back forward and be in less pain. Once he has her facing back towards the sea and her body isn’t twisted painfully he stops again. A quick glance shows he’s right beside her tail but doesn’t move her hands from their upturned unthreatening position. He glances at the arrow again and tries to figure out how to get it out.
“I just want to help,” he reassures and she watches him, her mouth now shut but still just as intimidating. “Can you understand me?” He asks softly and waits. She continues to study him for a moment before nodding once and he fights back a gasp of surprise.
“Okay, we got to get that out of you,” he nods towards the weapon lodged in her side. “if you know any specific way I can help you I would like to know them now because my only plan is to pull it out, press down, and pray you don’t bleed out.” She stares at him for a moment and he still doesn’t move waiting for some kind of sign from the siren.
“Seaweed,” she says softly, her voice is small and smooth and it takes everything in him not to fall in his ass in shock that an actual mermaid can speak and said something to him.
“Seaweed?”
“I need a long piece of seaweed to wrap around me… it’ll help me heal.” It takes her a while to get the sentence out like it takes too much energy to talk. Gally nods and looks around the beach to try to find what she needs. A few feet into the water he notices a stack of rocks and knows there is a fair share of seaweed stuck on them. He stands and notices her tense beside him.
“Shit,” Gally says softly to himself. “Okay, this is probably going to hurt but please don’t bite my head off, okay?” She studies him in silence for a moment before nodding once. He slowly grabs the end of the arrowhead that is above her skin. She teases at the moment and he stays still for a moment. “Okay, now take a deep breath and I’ll pull on 3, okay?” She nods once. He takes a breath with her and starts to count. He only says 1 before pulling the arrow straight out as fast as he can. He hears a loud screech near his ear and he scurries out of the way from the sound.
“I’ll be right back,” he informs her before rushing towards the boulders. Before he hits the water he kicks off his shoes and slides his shirt over his head he decides to keep his pants on. He quickly gets in and it doesn’t take long for the water to hit the middle of his chest. He reaches the nearest rock and hauls himself up before scanning the area. It takes him a minute but he finds a few long pieces of seaweed wedged between rocks. He doesn’t know how much he needs but figures better safe than sorry. After he grabs threes long pieces he jumps back into the water and as fast as he can gets to shore. With his other hand he grabs his shirt and shoes and runs back towards her. He slows down as to not startle her again and drops to his knees quickly. He notices that her face went back to normal like how she looked while she was asleep. He tosses his shirt and shoes to the side not bothering to put either back on before holding his hand towards her and waits for her instructions. She takes the seaweed while managing not to touch him. She stares down at the wound and studies it for a moment. “Unless you have powers I don’t know about our only option is to pull it out.” She meets his eyes for a moment and y/e/c burns into his soul before she jerkily nods.
He nods back and slowly scoots closer to her. Once he was right beside her he can see the arrow is serrated making it harder and more painful to get out. 
“You lied!” She screeches and he sees her face back to the terrifying face it was earlier.
“I know I’m sorry, I was trying to catch you off guard so you didn’t tense up.” He explains quickly and he looks down at the bloody arrow before dropping it and going to her side again. She calms down again and her face goes back while she grabs the seaweed. He holds it against her wound and she wraps it around her waist and ties the end. After she lays flat on the beach and takes a few deep breaths to calm down and Gally sits silently next to her waiting for his heartrate to go back to normal. Her eyes are closed now and he’s terrified to break the silence. After what feels like an eternity she opens her eyes again and turns to look at him.
“Can you… help me get into the water… not too deep just to feel the water… it’ll help me heal.” She speaks slowly and takes deep breaths between pauses. Gally nods before standing and trying to figure out how to move her to the water with the least amount of pain. He decides dragging her again is not a good idea.
“I’m going to pick you up,” he explains and she nods and he slowly carries her bridal style to the ocean.
“Stop here,” she orders and he slowly lowers her to the water. It’s not too deep but enough to keep her wet and his feet to be submerged. She stays seated and they fall back into silence again. He waits a few minutes just watching her staring down at her seaweed wrapped stomach.
“How- so how did this happen?” Gally finally asks and she whips her head up to glare at him, it scares him a little bit but not too much since her face doesn’t change again.
“Humans,” she spits the word like an insult. “I got caught in a net and when I freed myself they shot the harpoon at me.”
“Did they see you… like what you are?” He clarifies.
“I don’t know, I don’t think so, you humans confuse us a lot with others…” he nods remembering how not too long ago before he walked up to her he thought she was a manatee.
“So wha- what do I call you?” He wasn’t sure what exactly her species was referred as. He wasn’t sure if mermaid or siren were interchangeable. His only knowledge was horror stories exchanged among sailors on ships to scare the newbies. Even though he’s been working on the sea for 5 years he never had stories of his own. Hell he wasn’t even sure he believed in mermaids until this moment right now.
“We greet each other differently,” she says and he waits for her to explain but she never does. Instead she reaches for the seaweed and pulls it off. Gally is surprised to see her wound gone, only a light pink scratch remains but Gally can tell it will be gone in no time. She bends her tail to pull herself deeper into the oceans and Gally watches her unsure what to do. She gets to waist deep water for him but she’s laying down so only her head bops above the water.
“Y/N, that’s what you can call me,” she answers and he can feel his cheeks warm embarrassed.
“Y/N,” Gally tries the name and smiles kindly. “Well I’m Gally ma’am,” he introduces himself before holding out his hand; she looks at his hand in confusion. “Uh, you’re supposed to grab it and shake it up and down,” he explains while reaching for her hand. She watches him and once her grasps it he moves it slowly up and down. Her hand feels smooth but at first but when he moves a bit he can feel it snag like his hand is stuck. “It’s how humans greet each other,” he explains and she whispers his name softly to test it out and Gally ignores the shiver going down his spine.
“Thank you for your aid sailor Gally,” she says and he furrows his eyebrows in confusion. “I’m a siren, we can smell sailors from miles away,” she explains and her eyes flash all white for a moment before going back. “For helping me, I will grant you one wish, anything you desire is yours.” She explains and Gally sits there stunned for a moment trying to figure out what his wish would be. His mind was drawing a blank, the only thing he could think at the moment is he wanted to know more about Y/N, not just her species but her specifically.
“I don’t know…” he admits, “Can I take a day to think about it?” He asks and she studies him for a moment. She’s trying to figure out if it’s a trap or not.
“Fine, meet me here tomorrow night,” she says and he nods.
“What time?” He asks and she studies him before a moment before flashing her sharp teeth in a horrifying smile and turning her body and diving into the sea depths and disappearing. Gally sits stunned for a moment wondering what time he should come back tomorrow or if she was ever coming back, did he just lose out on a wish?
“You know you can’t return,” a fellow mermaid named Brenda warned.
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Y/N explained to the colony what had happened to her and meeting the sailor.
“I offered him a wish in exchange for his help,” she explained.
“He could set up a trap for you when you return,” another explains.
“Don’t you think he would’ve attacked while I was injured if he wanted to do me harm? I can handle a human now that I am fully healed.”
“You give humans too much faith,” Brenda argues.
“I owe him a wish, that’s it.”
Y/N waits to the moon is high above the ocean before going to meet sailor Gally. It doesn’t take her long to swim to the same area but she takes a while to swim around the area before breaking the surface just to make sure he didn’t try to set up a trap. She spots the piles of rocks that Gally found the seaweed the night before and swims to it to use it as a shield to scope out the area before exposing herself. Her head lifts above and scans the area. She sees Gally laying on the beach staring at the stars and she takes a moment to just watch him, making sure no one else is with him.
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Gally decides his best bet is to go to the beach the same time he went yesterday and wait. He figures it would be empty by that time anyway like it was yesterday. He leaves the house and claims he’s going for walk. He leaves with only his jacket and a small blanket to rest on while he waits, he doesn’t know how long he’ll be there. Once he gets to the same spot he met Y/N he unfolds his blanket and sits as close as the water as he could get without hitting the tide. He slips his shoes and socks off again and scans the ocean waiting.
After she deems it safe she swims near shore and reveals herself. Gally doesn’t notice as his attention is still on the night sky.
“You’re back,” Gally greets.
“Sailor Gally,” she calls out and he quickly sits up to see her swimming.
He stands and walks closer and she gets closer as well.
“You sound surprised,” Gally chuckles and shrugs before pulling off his shoes and rolling up his pant legs before sitting down.
“You helped me, I owe you a debt, don’t you remember?”
Y/N pulls herself onto shore and lays on her stomach but remains in the water.
“I… I wasn’t sure you were going to come back,” he admits
“Of course I do…” Y/N lays her head on her folded arms and looks up at the sailor, studying him.
“Well, did you think of your wish?”
“No, I’m still trying to figure out what I want,” Gally looks down and his cheeks tint red.
“You don’t know what you want? That’s rare for a human,” she explains.
“Well what would you recommend I wish for?”
“I don’t know, humans usually wish for money, power, love, trivial things like that.”
“Love is a trivial thing?” Gally raises one eyebrow high as he questions Y/N.
“It’s freeing… the thought that I’m constantly in motion and not tied down to any one piece of land is comforting. I didn’t really start because I WANTED to be a sailor or work with water, I was 18 with no family and needed a job. Then I fell in love with it. It’s easy to get lost in the ocean, on land people can focus on you too much…” Y/N stares at him in thought for a moment.
“I wouldn’t know,” Y/N admits as her tail waves back and forth with the movement of the ocean. “Why do you work with water?” She starts with.
Gally looks out into the ocean for a bit and thinks of how to word his thoughts.
“How about your own boat and crew?” She reasons. “A lot of sailors would kill for that…” Gally shakes his head as soon as she suggests it.
“No, I have no desire to be in charge of a crew. If you asked me a couple years back maybe but now I know it’s not for me.”
“What’s it like living on land?” She questions instead of trying to dissect what he said. Gally shrugs and sighs.
“I’m not here much but I share a house with the crew and all they want to do is drink and talk about the local women. It’s… suffocating. It’s like you’re in competition with everyone around you. On the ship we all have a job and place but on land it’s like you have to outdo the person next to you.”
“When do you go out again?”
“We set sail again in another 2 months,” he answers.
“I can make someone fall in love with you,” she offers and stares ahead at the sand.
“Nah, if I get into a relationship I want it to be authentic and real, not magic.” He explains.
“You’re a difficult man Sailor Gally,” Y/N smirks showing a bit of fangs and Gally chuckles in response.
“Now you sound like my captain… How does this all work? Like your magic, where does it come from?”
“Everyone is born Sailor Gally,” Y/N smiles.
“Magic has always been there, there’s no explanation I have, it’s like your voice, it’s a part of you that you’re born with and just use. It’s just something my body is born with, same as my tail and hands.”
“Were you… born?”
“No… I mean…” Gally takes a deep breath and tries a different approach. “I’ve heard stories that some mermaids are women who fell overboard and drowned but were saved by a kiss and changed into mermaids themselves… Is that true?” Gally looks into Y/N eyes and waits for her answer.
“It is possible to be changed that way… they rarely FALL though,” she spits the word and a little bit of a hiss comes out. “Usually they are thrown overboard by other humans. Do humans really believe women aren’t allowed on ships because it’ll wreck?” Gally takes a deep breath and slowly exhales it.
“There are some sailors who believe women don’t belong on the ocean and that having one as a crew member is bad luck… yes. I don’t know if I fully believe it but my crew has never thrown ANYONE overboard since I’ve worked it.”
“Do you work with women on your crew?”
“…no…” he admits and she studies him a moment.
“So it means at least your captain believes it…”
“How did you become a mermaid?” Gally dares to ask.
“Do you need more time think of a wish?” She counters instead of answering.
“Yes…”
“Then I’ll leave you for now, tomorrow I’ll be back. Hopefully you have a better idea of what you want. Farewell Sailor Gally,” She flashes her sharp teeth again and shoves her body deeper into the water before disappearing again.
Gally stared at the still waters for a moment before standing and gathering his things again. He had been here for about 3 hours. Tomorrow he at least had a better idea of what time to come.
“You’re going to see that sailor again aren’t you?” She accuses.
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Y/N prepares to meet Gally when she’s stopped again by Brenda.
“He still has a wish to make,” Y/N swims around her.
“He’s keeping you coming back to give himself time to set a trap.”
“I can take care of myself.”
“This can only end badly.” She warns before Y/N swims far enough away to not hear her anymore.
Just like before Y/N scans the area before revealing herself to Gally.
“Y/N,” he greets before walking barefoot to the edge of the water like the night before.
“Sailor Gally, hello,” she answer backs.
He sits down and she rolls onto her front and stares up at him.
“You don’t know what you want do you?” She asks and Gally stares at her in silence for a moment before shaking his head. “Eventually you’re going to have to give me an answer, I can’t come back forever…”
“Why not?” He challenges and his eyes shine.
“I’m not supposed to hang around humans too much,” the mermaid stares ahead and the statement hangs in the air.
“I wou- I have no reason to hurt you…”
“Humans tend to find reasons to hurt us.” Y/N made unwavering eye contact with him; Gally breaks it first and looks down.
“How old are you?” He asks.
“I can’t remember, over 200,” she answers and Gally’s eyes widen.
“Years old?!”
“Yes, we age differently than you…”
“Yeah I can tell…” he chuckles surprised.
“How old are you?”
“I’m 23,” he admits.
“You’re young,” he chuckles.
“So what do you do in the ocean?” He asks.
“You’re a curious young human aren’t you?” he gives a hearty laugh.
“What do you do on land?”
“Mostly wish I was back on the water… I read a lot. I like to be by myself, it’s hard to get some alone time on a ship with a bunch of other guys. So on land I take advantage of that.”
“Read?” Y/N’s lips move oddly around the word.
“Do you know what a book is?” Gally tries not to sound judgmental in his question, he genuinely wants to know more about the being. Y/N shakes her head no and Gally takes a moment to try and think of how to explain it. “Books are stories that you can hold, reading them is how you find out what they are saying…” Y/N nods and processes what he says.
“We gather and one of the mermaid’s tells a story and we all listen, usually it’s the oldest.” Gally nods.
“Books are like telling stories to yourself that someone else has created. The act is called reading.”
“Can you show me these books?”
“Yes… do you want me to read to you?”
“Yes, please, I want to know what human stories are like.”
“Okay, I’ll bring one tomorrow,” Neither of them pointed out that they never agreed for her to come back or that he still hadn’t decided on his wish yet.
The next night Gally grabs a copy of Alice and Wonderland and a lantern so he could see.
"Heading out again?" his crew mate Tim asks.
“Yeah… you know me, can’t stay trapped with you all too long…” Tim doesn’t say anything else so Gally gives him a nod before leaving.
It doesn’t take long for Gally to get to their spot, he doesn’t question when he started to think of it as their spot but he tries not to think too hard about it. He rolls his pants up and brings the blanket as close to the water as he could get before sitting the lantern down and lighting it with a match.
“What’s that?” Y/N startles Gally but he catches himself quickly.
“It’s a lantern, it helps me see in the dark,” he explains while getting himself situated.
“Your eyes don’t do that?” Y/N tilts her head in confusion.
“No, human’s need light to see, sometimes moonlight is enough, sometimes it’s not.” Gally chuckles and Y/N pulls herself as high up the beach as she can go to be closer to the sailor.
“Why are you so far?” only the tip of her tail is touching the tide by the time she’s close enough to him.
“The lantern and book can’t get wet,” he explains and she reaches for the lantern but he catches her wrist before she gets too close and closes the glass door to block the air from the flame. “You can’t touch fire, it hurts.”
“Fire,” she tests the word. “Why do you use it if it hurts you?”
“Your teeth can hurt you but you must use them,” he points out and she ponders his statement for a bit. “It helps us see, and cook, it also gives us warmth.”
“Cook? What is cook?”
“It’s what humans must do to our food to eat it.”
“You call it cook? We call it clean.” Gally gives a small smile at her mix up.
“We clean our food too, that’s not what it means though… It’s hard to explain. We burn the food so it’s not raw… It makes it warmer and tastes better to us,” she makes a face, “also if we eat an animal or fish after it’s just been killed we could possibly get sick and might die.”
“So you get hurt from fire and sick from food, I’m starting to question all the stories I’ve heard about the terrifying predators called humans…” Gally throws his head back and lets out a bark of a laugh at that. When he calms down he finds Y/N smiling, not enough to show teeth though.
“Are you going to show me this… book of yours now?”
Gally picks up the Alice in Wonderland and hands it to the siren. She turns it around and feels the cover before he reaches over and opens it so she can peek inside. She pulls it away a bit and stares at the letters trying to make sense of the symbols before closing it again and staring at the picture on the front and handing it back.
“Tell me the story,” she orders and Gally gets more comfortable.
“It’s long; I can’t tell it all in one night.” He explains and she nods once before he starts into it.
The next night Gally once again grabs his book and lantern, they got through a good chunk of Alice but didn’t finish. Gally had to cut the meeting short after 4 hours. Y/N protested but Gally explained he needs sleep. She let him go with a promise to return. The time to set sail was getting closer and Gally actually had to work during the day preparing for their next voyage.
“Off again?” Tim stops Gally before he leaves his room.
“Yep, just a stroll and a read before bed,” Gally explains as Tim narrows his eyes.
“Well don’t stay out too late, and stay safe.” He calls as Gally is already walking away.
Gally closed the book but kept his finger as a marker, looking up to show the mermaid she had his full attention.
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"I have a question,"
"What's a rabbit?" Gally blinked realizing they made it a good chunk into the book without her knowing what a rabbit was.
"It's... an animal on land, it's fluffy and has big feet so it hops a lot. Anymore questions well we're talking?"
"What else do you have questions about?"
"Yes what's 'hops' mean?"
Gally laughs before getting up and hopping to show her what exactly it meant.
"What is a hat?"
"Still don't know your wish Sailor Gally?" Y/N smirks knowing the answer.
They spent hours talking about land versus water. Gally learned about more about fish than he ever learned as a sailor.
It was near sunrise when they finally parted.
"Not yet sorry..." Gally smiles back and she pushes herself back into the ocean fully before diving down and disappearing for the night.
Off to the side, out of sight of both Gally and Y/N, Tim sat having followed Gally and watched his interaction with a mermaid all night. The first hour he was convinced he was dreaming but now he knew for sure that his fellow sailor was interacting with a siren. Once he seen them start to part Tim got up and rushed to beat Gally back to the house to not raise suspicion.
Once back at the house Tim racked his brain trying to figure out his next move. Gally was literally flirting with danger. The fact that sirens were real was still shocking to him, this was life changing. People would travel days to see a real life mermaid. Tim thought back to the freak's tent at the circus. He wasn't an idiot. He knew that trapping the siren would be no easy feat, he would need the help of the whole crew for this. How would he convince him of the truth though?___
"Do you have a mate?" Gally chocked on the strawberry he was eating. Instead of reading like normal they decided to have a picnic. Y/N was curious about human food so Gally brought her different fruits.
"By mate you mean?"
"A perfect match... a partner for always... Do humans not have them? I know you can fall in love..."
"Yes we have them I just... was surprised by your question."
"Ok... well do you have one?"
"Uh no... it's hard being with someone when most your time is spent on a ship. Human women usually like guys who are around or who are of a higher class or someone they could relate to..."
"Do you usually have a hard time relating to other humans?" Y/N grabs a grape while she waits for his answer and chews it slowly making a sour face at the sweetness that Gally smiles at.
"Yeah, I just, I've always been alone so you kind of get used to it..."
"I understand... sometimes I leave to go alone for long periods of time. It's not smart for a mermaid though, we can die or get caught alone. It's best we stay in groups."
"Were you alone when you got stabbed with the spear?"
"Yes, I was just taking a swim alone, I shouldn't have been so close to the surface but I wanted a closer look at the moon." Gally looks up at the night sky and nods.
"It is beautiful," Gally agrees.
Once again out of sight of the mythical creature and sailor, Tim and another crew mate Mark sat in astonishment at the interaction.
"I don't believe it," Mark says in shock.
"You see it with your own two eyes. that's why I brought you here. As proof for everyone else.
"Do you think Gally is going to trap it?"
"No... look at them? Eating fruit on the beach? it's almost... romantic."
"He's not just going to let us take it..." Mark points out.
"He doesn't have to let us do anything! Once we convince the Captain to trap it, it's him against us. He's out-maned. I just needed you as my witness. Do you know how much money we could make? How famous we could be?"
"Come on, lets go back to the house and talk to Cap before Gally is finished with his date."____When Gally returns right before sunup he's surprised to see his captain an older man by the name of Janson sitting at the dining room table waiting for him.
"Captain?"
"Sailor Gally, I was waiting up to tell you the news..." Janson looks intently into the younger man's eyes for a moment before finishing his sentence. "We're setting sail tomorrow morning, you have a day to get yourself in order... say your goodbyes and such." "I have no one to say goodbye to Cap," Gally reminds him but the Captain just smiles.
"Of course... Most of us don't..."
"May I ask why we are leaving so soon? I thought we had at least another couple weeks?"
“Do you want to know how I became a mermaid?” Gally was shocked by Y/N’s question.
"Job came up, real money making opportunity, I'd be stupid to pass it up..." He smiles and Gally gets an uneasy feeling before nodding and walking to his room.
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The air is tense, both the human and mermaid were upset by the fact that this would be there last meeting for who knows how long. Gally would be shipping out tomorrow before the sun was even up.
“Yes,” he said quickly.
“A long time ago, before you were born, even before your parent’s parents were born I lived in a town far from here. The townspeople were scared because of things these little girls were doing. To keep themselves out of trouble they tried to blame others. It didn’t take long for things to get out of hand,” she pauses to take a deep breath and it comes out shaky before she continues her story. “The townspeople accused me of being,” her nose scrunches up a bit a she looks a little lost. “a witch… They ran this… trial… they threw me far into the ocean with a rope tied to my stomach.” She chuckles a bit but Gally doesn’t find anything funny about it. “I didn’t know how to swim then… They were supposed to pull me back but they weren’t quick enough. Before everything went black a mermaid swam towards me. Her name’s Brenda but I didn’t know it then. Do you know what a mermaid’s kiss is?”
“I think so…”
“When a mermaid kisses a human, they can turn into a mermaid. We don’t do it as much anymore, humans can’t be trusted as much as they used to. It’s only used on human’s that are drowning. I don’t really remember my first life… just my death, in bits and pieces, Brenda filled in the rest.”
By the end of her story Gally felt tears in his eyes. He mourned Y/N's past life and their death. He can't imagine how scared Y/N must have been in their final moments but he was glad they were at least still with him.
They spent the rest of their night in silence, a comforting one where they watched the stars and moon and listened to the ocean crash against the sand. Gally was done ignoring the romance of it all but knowing he loved Y/N doesn't change anything. The sun starts to show itself but they didn't rush to part like always, instead they watched it rise until the danger of Y/N being spotted was too much. As she starts to push herself into the ocean she asks again "Do you know what you want to wish for yet?"
"We're not really asking kid," Captain Janson explains kneeling in front of Gally.
"Yes..." Gally didn't finish the sentence however and Y/N didn't pry just smiles and fully submerges herself into the water. They had an unspoken understanding it seems. Gally walks back to the house and wonders if he'll see her while on the ship but given how little privacy he has aboard and the fact that Y/N isn't that reckless he knows that probably won't happen. He'll just have to wait until they dock again. The energy in the house is weird when he returns but not too different from the normal sail off days so he ignores it. No one blinks twice at Gally coming in when most of them were waking up. It's pretty normal for seamen to spend all night out the day before they leave again. They'll just assume he was at the pub or spent the night with his best gal, they don't need to know his best gal wasn't human. He packs what little clothes he has and walks beside his crew to the dock where their ship sat. Gally felt unease being around his crew but chalks it up to the fact that for the first time in his life he had something worth sticking around for, he wonders briefly if this is what others meant when they said they wished to go home. Gally wasn't the smartest man but he knew that him and Y/N would never fully work. They were from two different worlds, literally. However he wants her as long as he can have her, if that means secret meetings under the moonlight where they spend hours talking that was fine by him.
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"I'm not doing it." Gally was exhausted, he should have known something was wrong when everyone was acting so strange around him, plus the shipping out early but he had no idea they knew about Y/N.
"Sorry Captain," he stares at the floor and remains quiet again.
"Come on Gally, there's other fish in the sea," The other crew mates laugh at the joke. "Just let us catch her and you can find yourself a nice octopus to settle down with..."
"Shut up Tim."
"That creature can hurt you, they rip the flesh off of sailor's bones for a snack, they lure good men to their death for breakfast-"
"If she's so dangerous why do you think catching her is a good idea?" Gally spits blood out of his mouth directly onto the Captain's boot in a weak attempt at defiance and gets a backhanded slap for his actions.
"That thing could get us a lot of money. You may never have to work hard again. Come on, orphan like you, no family, no ties, you could set up roots, clean up, get some female attention that actually has two legs." The crew chuckles again.
"There's no amount of money in this world that will make me help you catch her." Captain Janson looks down in frustration and stands up before punching Gally straight in his jaw, once, twice, a third time before Tim stops him and pulls him back. Gally lets his head hang in defeat.
Away from the crowd Tim whispers his idea to the Captain.
"He's not gonna give it up... but maybe, their bond is a two way street..."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean he won't say where the siren is and maybe the siren feels the same way... Maybe it won't let him die..."
The Captain thinks the statement over for a second before looking back at Gally. He was stubborn as a mule. They beat him bloody and he still hadn't given them any information. Clearly going to get the creature wasn't an option but maybe, just maybe they could get the creature to come to them. 
“I wish Y/N was here,” he thinks as the water gets darker around him further from the light he sinks. His lungs start to burn screaming for air. They don’t understand what’s going on, they think he’s holding his breath for the fun of it. Things start to get hazy when he sees a back mass heading full speed to him. 
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“Oh great a shark,” he’d laugh if he could.
He fights to keep his eyes open, he’s getting light headed. The creature comes closer into view and he finally sees it’s not a shark but Y/N. Gally immediately believes it to be a hallucination conjured by his brain to comfort him in his final moments. She grabs his face with both hands.
“Gally,” he can hear her voice so clearly in his head, like she is really speaking to him, just like it would sound on the beach. “Please hold on, I’m here now,” she reaches behind him and suddenly his arms are free, she must of slashed them with her claws. She grabs one of his hands and shoots upward swimming as fast as she can. The water sloshing around them makes it harder for Gally to see and without air he’s already fighting not to pass out anyway. Gally has enough sense to remember the crew awaiting to trap his friend and he uses his last little bit of energy to thrash around and tug on her hold on him until they stop. When Y/N stops swimming and comes face-to-face with him again he notices the water is lighter again, like they are closer to the surface.
"I hope they don't see us." He could feel Y/N confusion but she doesn't try and pull him to the surface again.
He wishes he could tell her it’s okay, that he’s sorry, that he’ll miss her, but he can’t speak. He closes his eyes when she grabs his cheeks again and can feel himself falling into unconsciousness. Right before he slips completely under he feels a softness touch his lips
“I love you Y/N” he thinks before everything goes black.
His eyes open and he feels different… weightless. Gally is confused, “is this heaven?” he thinks, before a movement catches his eyes. Y/N is in front of him and touching his cheeks again.
“Gally,” her voice is soft. He knows now it is heaven. “This isn’t heaven…” she explains and he blinks, his eyes feel different. He looks around. He still looks like he’s in the water. That’s impossible, he’s dead, he has to be. Is heaven in the ocean? Or is his heaven with Y/N and because she’s a mermaid he’s in the ocean. “Gally!” He looks up at her.
“How are you speaking without opening your mouth?”
“I need to explain somethings. Gally you aren’t dead… I- do you remember the story of how I became a mermaid?” Gally thinks back to the conversation they had on the beach before and nods. “You’re a mermaid… I kissed you.” Her eyebrows furrow and her lips are downward. “I’m sorry…”
Before she could overthink too much he grabs her face and smashes his lips to hers. Their first kiss he didn’t get to enjoy it because he was on the cusp of death. Her body pulls closer and molds against his and she wraps her arms around his waist as she kisses back. It’s when her arms touch his hips he realizes a change. He pulls back and looks down. His tail is a yellow with a gold shimmer and the fins are black.
“I have a tail!” He hears a giggle as he swishes it through the water. “Wait how do we talk… can you read all my thoughts?” He looks back up at Y/N and she shakes her head fondly.
“Above the water we can talk like you did before. Down hear I can’t hear your thoughts… It’ll take you some time but you’ll learn the difference between communicating and thinking. Basically if you look at another mermaid and talk to them in your mind they’ll hear it. Don’t direct thoughts at another mermaid don’t look at them or picture yourself talking to them or they’ll hear it. For a while you should only look at me if you’re trying to talk to me until you get used to it.”
“I’ll probably offend other mermaids for a bit…”
“No, you won’t meet others for a while. I have to keep you from the others until you learn how to be a mermaid…”
“Are… are they upset about me?” Gally’s voice comes through worried.
“No… it’s just the rules whenever a human is changed. I’ll explain more later.”
"Wait, where are we? Are we still where you found me?" Gally becomes frantic and Y/N has to grab his cheeks to stop him from literally swimming in circles.
"Calm down, we are far away from the surface and away from the ship, what happened?"
"My crew turned on me, they found out about you somehow. I think one of them followed me to the beach one night. They wanted to trap you but I refused, that's why they threw me over. I think they were hoping you'd save me."
"I did save you," she corrects.
"I know but I think I sunk too deep if you broke the surface they would've caught you," Y/N gets this soft look on her face, almost fond.
"That's why you fought me when I tried pulling you to air," it wasn't a question but Gally nodded anyway.
"Gally you spent your last human moments protecting me?" She squeezes his cheeks which she was still cradling while he explained what happened and smashes her lips to his for a third time.
The merman melts into it and moves similar to how he would move his legs he manages to wrap his tail around hers and she giggles against his lips before pulling apart, Gally chases her lips and she allows a few a few more pecks before placing a clawed finger on them to stop him.
"I love you Sailor Gally," she smiles softly and if he still could he would be blushing.
"I wished for you, you know?" He says instead knowing she already heard his confession earlier.
"I know..."
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writer05 · 3 years
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Flirting
Pairing: Newt x reader
Summary: A new greenie comes up in the box and gets a little to close to Y/N for Newt’s liking, and one day, he’s had enough and decides to do something about it
Warnings: none
Word Count: 1,485 Words
Note: transferred from my Wattpad account writer_reader05
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The new Greenie was coming up today, and Alby always let me take the day off to give them the tour. It was what I did. Every newbie that’s come up in the box after me has gotten the tour from me. I was currently working in the fields with Newt at my side, and we were both planting seeds, well, until the box alarm went off. 
"Right on time," I say to Newt. 
Newt laughed and dropped the shovel he was holding. "You enjoy this, don't you?" 
"Yep. It's my favorite day of the month," I answer. Newt and I then walked over to the box where a few Gladers were already gathering. 
"Who's turn is it to get him?" Gally questioned. 
"Mine," I respond. Gally nodded, and him and Newt opened up the box. As light streamed into the cage below, I jumped down, my feet clanging against the metal. The sound echoed around the small space, and the boy in the box jumped. "Hey, greenie. Do you have a name?" 
"I-It's Jack," the boy stuttered. 
"Nice to meet you, Jack. I'm Y/N," I tell him and extend my hand. Jack took ahold of my palm, and I pulled up him.
"Where am I?" Jack asked. 
"I'll explain everything in a minute. For now, lets get you out of here. No one likes to spend more time in the box than they have to," I exclaim. Newt dropped a rope down into the box which Jack used to get out, and I followed suit. As everyone started unloading the box, I started my tour. "All right Jack, we have 3 rules here. One, always do your part. We can't have freeloaders. Two, never harm another glader. We need to trust each other for everything here to work. Now the most important rule; Never go outside these walls, unless you're a runner like me and a couple of other guys like them," I explain and point to Minho and Thomas, who had just exited the maze and made their way towards us.
"New greenie?" Minho questioned. 
"Yeah,” I reply. “Minho, this is Jack. Jack, this is Minho and Thomas." 
"Nice meeting you. While this has been great, we have to map the maze," Minho admitted before he and Thomas ran off. I continued my tour of the Glade, and once I was done with that, I talked about all of the different job options.
"So, what job interests you most?" I quiz. 
"I think I want to try out being a builder," Jack spoke. I nodded and led Jack back to the builders, and we met up with Gally. 
"Hey, Sailor” Gally greeted me. “What's up?" 
"The greenie here wants to try out being a builder. I figured if anyone could show him the ropes, it'd be you. I also have to get back to gardening, so I need to pass him off to someone else," I add. 
"All right. I'll take care of him," Gally said. 
"Great. Thank you. Bye, Jack. See you later, Captain," I chirp. When I got back to the gardens, I started helping Newt pull weeds, and for awhile, we were silent, but finally, Newt spoke up. 
"So, how was the newbie?” Newt asked. “Minding his manners I hope.” 
I laughed. "He wasn’t the perfect gentleman like you are, but he was nice. He decided to be a builder, so I left him with Gally." A few hours later, it was time for dinner, which was one of my favorite times of the day because I got to sit with all of my friends. I watched as Jack took a seat with the builders, and they started hitting it off immediately. I guess he found the right job. Some greenies have a hard time fitting in, but I didn’t think Jack would be one of them. After dinner, since a new greenie had arrived, we had a bonfire. I was hanging out with Thomas and Minho, but they had both had too much of Gally’s drink and were as drunk as ever. That was my cue to take off for the night. Instead of going to my hammock though, I walked over to the deadheads and took a seat against a tree. Minutes later, Jack came and took a seat next to me. "Hey, greenie." 
"Hey, Y/N,” Jack slurred. 
"I thought I told you to stay away from Gally's drink," I point out. 
"You did, but I chose not to listen. I've never had a pretty woman give me orders before," Jack muttered and placed his hand against my cheek. I immediately stood up and dusted myself off.
"Okay, um, while this has been fun, I'm getting tired, so I'm going to head to bed," I announce. 
"Goodnight baby!" Jack shouted as I headed to my hammock. The next couple days were fine, but there was one problem. A big problem. Jack kept trying to flirt with me. The first time it happened, I waved it aside because he was drunk, and everyone does stupid things when they're drunk. However, now, every time he spots me, he flirts with me. It was getting kind of annoying, and it also made me really uncomfortable. During dinner, I sat down next to Thomas, and for some unknown reason, Jack came and sat next to me. He always sat with builders. I ignored it though, figuring that he just wanted to talk to new people for once. But halfway through dinner, he put his hand on my thigh. I politely pushed his hand off and got back to eating, but minutes later, it appeared again. 
"Excuse me. I've lost my appetite," I state angrily and get up, taking off towards the deadheads. Newt followed me, grabbing my arm just before I could make it past the tree line and into the dense forest. 
"What's wrong?" Newt asked me. 
"Jack is what's wrong,” I answer. “He’s constantly flirting with me even though I've told him many times that I’m with you. And just now during dinner, he kept laying his hand on my thigh. I'm getting really tired of him." 
"How about next time he's bothering you, shout for me and I'll be there as fast as I can," Newt suggested. 
"Deal," I say and peck his lips. The next day, I was happy because Jack couldn't bother me for most of the day since I was running the maze. I was running alone today, which was like a once in a lifetime opportunity. Minho hates when runners run by themselves, but because I was assigned the easiest section, Minho allowed it. As soon as I exited the maze though, my day was ruined because Jack was waiting for me. 
"Hey pretty lady," Jack greeted and sent a smile in my direction. 
I sighed and stopped in my tracks. "Leave me alone, Jack. I'm not in the mood. I've got to map my section." 
Jack scowled and pushed me up against the maze wall. "I don't think I will." 
"Get off of me," I demand and attempt to push him off of me. However, it was no use. Working with the builders for the last couple of days gave him a lot of strength, and he easily overpowered me.
"I've always wondered what it would be like to kiss you. Looks like I'll get my chance," Jack exclaimed and smashed his lips to mine. I wanted to pull away, but I couldn’t because I was trapped beneath Jack’s body. I hated the way Jack's lips felt against mine, and I desperately wanted to get him off of me, so I came up with a plan. I couldn't physically push Jack off of me, but I could get him to loosen his grip another way. The first chance I got, I sunk my teeth into Jack's lower lip, causing him to cry out in pain and back away from me. Seconds later, Jack was thrown to the ground, and when I looked up, I saw that Newt had Jack pinned to the ground.
"Don't ever touch my girlfriend again or else you'll be the grievers next lunch. Do you understand me?" Newt asked. Jack nodded, and as soon as Newt let up his grip, Jack took off. "You all right, love?" 
"I'm fine. Thank you," I breathe out. 
"I thought I told you to call me if he was bothering you," Newt pointed out. 
"Well, I was kind of busy trying to get Jack's disgusting lips away from mine," I counter. 
"Right. Go on ahead and finish your work. We'll talk after," Newt told me. 
I smiled and pressed my lips to Newt's for a short but sweet kiss. "I love you." 
"I love you too. Seriously though, next time a guy tries hitting on you, shout for me," Newt said. 
"I will. I promise," I state and press my lips to his again.
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the-panwitch · 4 years
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Castle
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A/N: This was a request submitted by @dreamerinthesun​. Thank you so much for this request and sorry for taking so long to write it. I also changed one slight detail of what you asked for because I kind of forgot about it until after I wrote it so...yeah. Sorry. I hope you still like it tho lol. 
Warnings: some swearing, Minho being a shithead, mostly fluffy and platonic friendship between Minho and Reader, bullying Gally
Word Count: 1261
Pairings: Newt x Reader, platonic Minho and Reader 
Summary: Reader is a very sweet and seemingly innocent person who is somehow best friends with the least innocent person in the Glade. At a Gathering discussing various things the Gladers need, Newt and the others discover that maybe Y/n isn’t as sweet and innocent as they think. 
Sidenote: There are a few details that may confuse people who haven’t read the books. Sorry not sorry. Go read them. 
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“Oh come on, Newt!” 
It was a pretty regular day in the glade. Newt, your boyfriend, had limped himself into the Med-Jack hut complaining of some headache or some klunk, just so that he could spend some time with you and distract you from the actually injured Gladers. 
The blond boy just chuckled as he kissed your cheek, an innocent grin plastered onto his face. He absolutely adored it whenever you got angry. He found it super cute considering your normal sweet demeanor. Everyone in the glade knew how much of a sweetheart you were. You were always kind to everyone and always made sure to take care of your patients with the gentleness of a mother, and you also never swore. It was a very big and innocent contrast compared to the rest of the glade. 
You huff at him as you untangle yourself from within his arms to try and go back to the task at hand: organizing the medical shelves. They definitely were more stocked than they usually were, but bandages and other supplies were needed. You sigh as you sort through all of the materials. 
“Oh hey, I brought these for you,” you heard a beautiful British accent say, clearly only just remembering whatever this was. 
You turn to look at Newt as he pulls out a bundle and hands it to you. As you unwrap the faded fabric, a wonderful smell floats up to your nose. Lavender, primrose, rosemary, poppy, sage, yarrow, goldenrod. Newt had brought you herbs from the Trackhoes medical garden. It was your idea to have that garden in the first place, and it warmed your heart seeing how well the plants were doing. 
“Thank you, angel,” you said happily as you started prepping the plants for drying. 
As you were tying up the stems by the window, Minho strolled in. You looked over at him and raised an eyebrow, expecting some mischief. Minho was your best friend in the glade. It was a surprise to everyone at how well you both got along considering you were seen as practically polar opposites. He was loud, mischievous, snarky. You were reserved, kind, polite. Yet, whenever you weren’t with Newt you were usually seen with Minho. And usually, that meant you were the common sense to his chaos.
“Minho you know my rule,” you stated as you turned back to tying up the plants. “No shenanigans when I’m doing my job.” The Keeper of the Runners rolled his eyes as he leaned against the doorway with his arms crossed. 
“Shenanigans? Me? Never.” 
Now it was your turn to roll your eyes as Newt snorted in disbelief. “Yeah, sure.” 
A low chuckle could be heard from the dark haired boy. “Whatever you say, shank. Alby’s calling a Gathering. All the Keepers need to be there.” 
You bite back a groan of annoyance as you dust off your hands on your pants. You had been made Keeper of the Med-Jacks a couple months ago, and while it certainly had its perks, all the new responsibilities were kind of overwhelming. 
Newt nodded and stood up. He wasn’t a Keeper, but he was the Second-In-Command, so he still needed to attend. You took Newt’s hand before walking out of the room, Minho following behind the both of you. 
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You hated the Gathering Room. It was always hot and dusty and smelled like sweat and boredom. You were sitting in your place between Zart, Keeper of the Trackhoes, and Billy, Keeper of the Baggers. Minho was sitting in front of you. Newt and Alby were at the front of the room taking requests one by one from each of the Keepers of things that were needed. More nails for the Builders, more seeds for the Trackhoes, so on and so on and so on. 
You had already put in your request for more bandages and twine, so now you were just biding your time until you all were dismissed. Normally you’d be patient and listen intently to everyone’s needs, but today you really just wanted to leave. 
The sound of snickering grabbed your attention and pulled at it until you were focused on the source: Minho. Of course. 
You leaned forward until your head was practically over top of his shoulder before whispering, “What’s so funny?” 
Minho glanced at you with a familiar glint in his eye. This Gathering was about to get a lot more amusing. With a playful wink, the boy turned back around in his seat. He was focused on the front of the room. When you glanced up, you noticed Gally was standing near Alby and he was reciting various things he and his builders needed. Apparently, it was a lot more than just nails. You barely stifled a giggle as you watched Newt yawn from behind his hand. 
“We also need more rope. Alex used the last of it two days ago. And another thing-”
“Don’t forget to get yourself some more tweezers for your eyebrows, Captain Gally.”
You gasped out a laugh before clapping a hand over your mouth. Gally turned around and shot a glare at a smirking Minho. You weren’t the only one who had laughed. Newt was barely suppressing his laughs as his shoulders shook, and the ever so stoic Alby had a hint of a grin on his face. 
“Slim it, Minho,” Alby stated calmly. “Or you’ll be spending some time in the Slammer.” Minho let out a dramatic whine as he slumped in his seat. 
“Oh, come on Alby. I’m just saying the man needs his tweezers. He’s gonna have a unibrow soon if we don’t do something.” There were many more sounds of the other Keepers holding back chuckles and sounds of laughter as Gally’s glare hardened. You were giggling behind your hand.
“Minho if you have nothing serious to ask for then you can spend the rest of this meeting out in the Slammer,” Alby said seriously, but the light in his eyes betrayed his amusement. 
“Fine fine fine,” Minho said with a loud sigh. “Let’s see, I need some more trainers, notepads, some of those Runner undies you know what I’m talking about, hair gel-”
“Why are you like this?” Alby interrupted with a tired look. Minho just grinned in response as the other Keepers laughed and elbowed one another. 
“You may want hair gel, but bitch I want a castle.”  
You have never heard a room go quiet so fast as all eyes turned to you. The grin slid from your face as quickly as it had arrived as you glanced over everyone’s shocked faces. 
“Since when did you swear?” Winston questioned as he turned to look at you with interest. 
“Shit, Y/n. You never swore around these slintheads?” Minho asked as he looked back at you with delight. You only shrugged in response. 
“Wait hold on. Wait a bloody moment,” Newt said as he held his hands up for attention. “What do you mean ‘never swore’ around us?”
Minho let out a loud barking laugh as he looked around at everyone. “Y/n has the damn mouth of a sailor, is what I mean.” All eyes turned to you as you grinned sheepishly. 
“Well...he isn’t wrong. You’re all just fucking oblivious.” 
The rest of the day was spent ignoring the need to put in requests as everyone questioned you, wondering why they had all believed the idea that you were all goody goody and innocent when you were really just as rough as the rest of them. Also, where the klunk did the castle thing come from??
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sugarsourgoat · 5 years
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All of the 90s (& 80s) Anime You Need To Fill Your Nostalgic Heart
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There’s is no greater feeling than running into something that makes you remember a fun time in your life. For me, that is the 90s. Even though I didn’t experience a lot of the 90s, I still have those times where I feel like getting out some popcorn and indulging in the things that make me feel as though I am back in that time. One specific way for me to do that is through watching anime that came out in the 90s. 
The typical art styles of 90s anime are something I sometimes wish was still a feature in today’s animation. The haziness of the animations (mostly because of the lower quality resolution of televisions during that era) takes me back to a time when I was a child. 
In this post, I hope that you will find an anime with a story that will pique your interest, as well as help you feel as though you are back in the 90s (or the 80s because I couldn’t help myself). If you were born in the 2000s, then hopefully this list will help you understand why some of us began to love anime in the first place or will open you to anime you never heard of.
If you have any 90s (or older) anime recommendations, let me know! I’m always happy to watch some old anime. 
xx, Sai
1. Oniisama e
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When 16-year-old Nanako Misonoo enters the prestigious all-girls Seiran Academy, she believes a bright future awaits her. Instead, the unlucky girl finds herself dragged into a web of deceit, misery, and jealousy. On top of that, she is chosen as the newest inductee of the Sorority, an elite group whose members are the envy of the entire school. Having none of the grace, wealth, or talent of the other members, Nanako quickly draws the ire of her jealous classmates—especially the fierce Aya Misaki. To cope with her increasingly difficult school life, Nanako recalls her days through letters to her former teacher, Takehiko Henmi, whom she affectionately calls "onii-sama" (big brother). She also finds comfort with her four closest friends: her childhood friend Tomoko Arikura, the sociable but erratic Mariko Shinobu, the troubled musician Rei Asaka, and the athletic tomboy Kaoru Orihara. An impassioned drama about the hardships of bullying, Oniisama e... chronicles a young girl's harsh life at her new school, as she endures cruel rumours, heartless classmates, and countless social trials.
Aired: Summer 1991
2. Angel’s Egg
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In a desolate and dark world full of shadows, lives one little girl who seems to do nothing but collect water in jars and protect a large egg she carries everywhere. A mysterious man enters her life... and they discuss the world around them. 
Aired: Fall 1985
3. Laputa: Castle in the Sky
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In a world filled with planes and airships, Sheeta is a young girl who has been kidnapped by government agents who seek her mysterious crystal amulet. While trapped aboard an airship, she finds herself without hope—that is, until the ship is raided by pirates. Taking advantage of the ensuing confusion, Sheeta manages to flee from her captors. Upon her escape, she meets Pazu, a boy who dreams of reaching the fabled flying castle, Laputa. The two decide to embark on a journey together to discover this castle in the sky. However, they soon find the government agents back on their trail, as they too are trying to reach Laputa for their own greedy purposes. Tenkuu no Shiro Laputa follows the soaring adventures of Sheeta and Pazu, all while they learn how dreams and dire circumstances can bring two people closer together.
Aired: Summer 1986
4. Sailor Moon
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Usagi Tsukino is an average student and crybaby klutz who constantly scores low on her tests. Unexpectedly, her humdrum life is turned upside down when she saves a cat with a crescent moon on its head from danger. The cat, named Luna, later reveals that their meeting was not an accident: Usagi is destined to become Sailor Moon, a planetary guardian with the power to protect the Earth. Given a special brooch that allows her to transform, she must use her new powers to save the city from evil energy-stealing monsters sent by the malevolent Queen Beryl of the Dark Kingdom. But getting accustomed to her powers and fighting villains are not the only things she has to worry about. She must find the lost princess of the Moon Kingdom, the other Sailor Guardians, and the Legendary Silver Crystal in order to save the planet from destruction.
Aired: Spring 1992
5. Akira
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In 1988 the Japanese government drops an atomic bomb on Tokyo after ESP experiments on children go awry. In 2019, 31 years after the nuking of the city, Kaneda, a bike gang leader, tries to save his friend Tetsuo from a secret government project. He battles anti-government activists, greedy politicians, irresponsible scientists, and a powerful military leader until Tetsuo's supernatural powers suddenly manifest. A final battle is fought in Tokyo Olympiad exposing the experiment's secrets.
Aired: Summer 1988
6. Burn up! 
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To the unsuspecting eye Maki, Reimi and Yuka may not look like ace crime fighters, which might explain why they're stuck on traffic patrol instead of more "exciting" police duties. All that changes when Yuka gets herself kidnapped by a white slave organization run by a politically connected businessman who's got the rest of the police cowed. Now it's up to Maki and Reimi to don skin-tight battle armor, liberate a tank, and make sure that a certain slaver learns that when you play with fire, you're going to get your ass burned!
Aired: Winter 1991
7. Neon Genesis Evangelion
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In the year 2015, the world stands on the brink of destruction. Humanity's last hope lies in the hands of Nerv, a special agency under the United Nations, and their Evangelions, giant machines capable of defeating the Angels who herald Earth's ruin. Gendou Ikari, head of the organization, seeks compatible pilots who can synchronize with the Evangelions and realize their true potential. Aiding in this defensive endeavor are talented personnel Misato Katsuragi, Head of Tactical Operations, and Ritsuko Akagi, Chief Scientist. Face to face with his father for the first time in years, 14-year-old Shinji Ikari's average life is irreversibly changed when he is whisked away into the depths of Nerv, and into a harrowing new destiny—he must become the pilot of Evangelion Unit-01 with the fate of mankind on his shoulders. 
Aired: Fall 1995
8. Battle Angel Alita
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Doc Ido, a doctor, and mechanic who lives and works in the hellish, post-apocalyptic "Scrapyard", finds the—miraculously preserved—remains of a female cyborg in a junk heap. After he revives and rebuilds her, the preternaturally strong, amnesiac "Gally" begins to forge a life for herself in a world where every day can bring a fight for life.
Aired: Spring 1993
That’s all for my nostalgia-giving anime list for now! If you have any suggestions for me on what anime I should watch send me a message! Let me know if you will/have seen any of these anime and what you think about them! Also, feel free to suggest topics you’d like to see from Sailure Artemis in the future (you can also submit posts).
See you next time!
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Now l tell you the history of Li Galli islands, the three rocky and lonely islands (Gallo Lungo, Castelluccio and Rotonda) located a few miles from the beach of Positano, mirror themselves in the limpid sea facing the pearl of the Amalfi coast. According to old legends, they were inhabited by the sirenes who seduced sailors with their melodious voice: they lost control of their ships that inevitably crashed on the rocks of the islands (this is a clear transposition in a mythological key of the dangers during the navigation). In the Odyssey, Homer tells us that Odysseus blocked his men's ears with beeswax, and made them tie him to the foot of the mast so he could not be drawn away by the lure of the Sirens' song. Already Strabo, a Greek geographer of the I century b.C., identified this three small islands as the Sirens' seat, calling them "Sirenai" or "Sirenussai". In 1131 they were called "Guallo" and in 1225 Federico II Swabian donate this archipelago to the monastery of Positano ("tres Sirenas quae dicitur Gallus"). The place name brings to mind the ancient Greek iconography, wich represented the sirens as a birdd with human face and not as a being half human and half fish as the Medieval tradition suggests us. Periodically visited by Tiberius, protected by the Angevins with the Tower for dissuading raiders to take refuge on it, the last inhabitants of these isles having their own natural charm, have been the choreographer Leonide Massine (who built here a wonderful villa, on the ruins of an ancient Roman villa, subsequently decorated by the architect Le Corbusier) and the ballet dancer Rudolph Nureyev.#rosterislandadventures #likesforlikes#livingthecoastlife#ligalliisland#positivethinking#positanoitaly#positivevibes#posilove#italia365gradi#italiantravel#traveling#holiday#history#boattour#liketeam#sealivingtour#wemakeitspecial#love#dolphinisland (presso Positano) https://www.instagram.com/p/BtRZdY3lL__/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=mt49maf8cskt
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stupidsexyseguin · 6 years
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AND THE NOMINEES ARE...
okay guys! this is going to be a really long post, so here are the links for voting, and a full list of authors and works will be under the read more with links to go and read the nominated works or peruse all works of nominated authors.
this poll will be open all of the rest of january, with voting closing at 11pm AEST on the 31st, with the results going up as soon as i can put them together after that. congrats to everyone nominated! thanks everyone who sent in nominations!
Best Hockey RPF Author 2017
Best Hockey RPF Work/Series (Sid/Geno)
Best Hockey RPF Work/Series (Nicky/Ovi)
Best Hockey RPF Work/Series (Mitch/Auston)
Best Hockey RPF Work/Series (Other)
Author Nominees:
angularmomentum
sevenfists
theundiagnosable
LottieAnna
pukeandcry
crispierchip
itsacoup
stevenstamkos
Work Nominations:
(Further sorted into pairings) (if a work has no attached link i have not been given permission by the author to link it directly, but it can likely be found using the ao3 search function) (if you can’t find a work that you nominated in this list it is likely because it didn’t meet nomination guidelines)
PLEASE TAKE NOTE OF INDIVIDUAL WORK WARNINGS AND TAGS AND USE YOUR OWN JUDGEMENT WHEN DECIDING TO READ THEM.
Sid/Geno
Shelter by 71tenseventeen
Sidney was five the first time he met Troy. Well, that he remembers, anyhow.
Thalassophile by Anonymous
Thalassophile- (n.) a lover of the sea, someone who loves the sea, ocean
Adventures with Vanya (series) by bumblybee
“I’d like to introduce our guest for today, Evgeni Malkin, author of Hockey with Vanya.” Sidney nails the pronunciation, and Malkin even glances up at him with a little smile. “Mr. Malkin is going to read us his book, and then you’ll all have the opportunity to talk to him. How does that sound?”
Sonatina by CoffeeStars
It had started at a promotional event for the Pens at a sporting goods store. A little boy with bright eyes had handed his new skates over to be autographed and said, very politely, “Will you please sign it? It’ll be super lucky if you do, and I can skate really fast and score a bunch of goals like you.”
Of Two Seas by itsacoup
“You are lucky, little sailor,” the man says once Evgeni has looked his fill, and his voice is melodious, with a high edge to it but also an odd, gravelly way of speaking. “Lucky and strong. Strong enough to be my champion.” He drops his arm as he speaks the last word, turning towards Evgeni with a half-smile.
Telemachy by itsacoup
Sidney steps back to survey his work; his eyes glisten as he looks at Zhenya, and from the moisture springs forth revelation: cold-hands blurring-vision gasping-for-air-that-isn’t-there. “Return to us an Oracle, or leave your life upon the mountain,” Sidney declares. His voice trembles, and it’s more a plea than a command. He grabs the back of Zhenya’s neck, tugging until he can reach Zhenya’s face and push an insistent kiss against Zhenya’s brow. Sidney pulls back to stare at Zhenya for a long moment, the soft hazel of his eyes gone dark with indescribable worry. Zhenya’s heart thumps as his entire body roils with sensation, burning cold and freezing heat and fear and exhilaration and confusion, and he cannot break Sidney’s gaze.
Catch a Glimpse of Gold Through His Skin by reginalds
The poster reads, from the top:
Times When it is Okay to Interrupt Mr. Malkin:
1.) Hitler invades Russia
2.) Fire
3.) German U-boat spotted in the Allegheny
4.) Sidney Crosby walks in the room
Motherland by sevenfists
The first Zhenya heard about it was an email from Sidney in the middle of August.
The Best-Looking Boys by sevenfists
He was just a kid, just like Sidney, and far away from home. When Sidney didn’t look away, Evgeni mimed swinging a baseball bat, and Gonch was right; it was clear he had no idea what he was doing.
That was the first time Sidney thought they could maybe be friends.
The Real Thing by sevenfists
Sitting at the table was Sid: Sid as Zhenya had first known him, almost a decade before: dorky, long-haired Sid, his cheeks round with baby fat. He couldn’t have been older than twenty, and even that was generous.
“Wow,” baby Sid said. “Are you Evgeni Malkin?”
All the Way Through by sevenfists
“I hope you’re going to tell me that you’re in a loving, committed, long-term relationship,” Jen said.
“Well. No,” Sidney said. “We’re—it’s a casual thing.”
“Not anymore,” Jen said. “Congratulations, you’re in love.”
The Biblical Sense by sevenfists
“Sid, I’m so—I’m sorry,” Geno said. “My stupid—I’m ruin everything, I—”
“Shut up, Geno,” Sidney said, already intensely weary of listening to Geno’s self-recrimination. “You’ve barely even done anything.”
Geno’s voice dropped what sounded like an entire octave. “But I want to.”
My Fingers Laced to Crown by Squidbittles
It’s been ten years since Canada’s Crown Prince Sidney Crosby married Prince Evgeni Malkin, and they’ve found a love they never expected. Despite their best efforts, however, they remain heirless.
Amid mounting frustration and pressure from the public, they escape to the north for a much-needed delayed honeymoon in the hopes of finding a solution to the problem of succession.
Nicky/Ovi
love on a deposit of frozen pleistocene carbon by angularmomentum
Sasha is the only person to have lasted more than a year at Wrest Island Arctic Research Station, except, of course, for Dr. Bäckström.
Or: Sasha’s head over heels, in a slightly more than figurative sense.
running from the weather by angularmomentum
Alex starts playing for Dynamo at sixteen.
kith by angularmomentum
Sasha makes prefect in his second to last year. It’s earlier than anyone but him expected, but right on track for his two year plan, which is: be head boy, get a contract to play Quidditch professionally, and beat Bäckström off in the baths.
Goldenrod by Ferritin4
“You’ve gotta be crazy to fly one of those things,” Dima says, looking up at the icy arcing contrails of the Swedish jets as they rocket overhead. You have to be crazy to fly, Sasha thinks, and you have to be good.
A More Fascinating Name by pukeandcry
Although Sasha had never made the younger Mr. Backstrom’s acquaintance, he was at least familiar enough with his reputation to know that chief amongst his qualities was the quite publicly known fact that Mr. Backstrom was as notoriously uninterested in achieving an advantageous marriage as Sasha himself.
Something, then, must have upset the order of things. What that was he could not say, but Lord Backstrom was now, it would seem, in active search of a husband for his son.
the washington royals by screamlet
Sasha doesn’t remember the very first time he met Nicky, but Michael Nylander is kind enough to remind them when he arrives to meet the team, carrying an honest to fuck laminated newspaper clipping of the first time Prince Alexander visited Sweden to meet his future husband, Prince Nicklas.
Wolfborn by waspabi
A wolfborn on an airplane was either unbearably reckless or a hockey player. Most of the time, both.
Mitch/Auston
the dreams i’ll dream instead by afterthefair
“So, when do you want to bond?” Marner asks without any preamble as soon as they’re within three feet of each other.
Auston hears Chucky’s whispered, “What the fuck?”
Strome cracks up. “Jesus, Marns, can you say hi before you ask someone to fuck you?“
Marner laughs. “Sorry. Hi, Auston. I’m Mitch. We’re gonna play together forever.”
as long as it’s about me by Anonymous
It takes about the length of their first practice for Toronto media to decide that him and Mitch are best friends. And, like, Auston’s been warned about the press in the city a million times, so he gets it. They want a story. He’d be fine with it, honestly, except for the small issue that Mitch Marner is the most annoying person on the entire planet.
They used to shout my name, now they whisper it by CheapLemonIceLolly
Being a star athlete changes you.
think we’re overthinking it by LottieAnna
The first time Mitch picks up a guy, Auston’s convinced he’s hallucinating.
(Or: Auston and Mitch eventually talk about their feelings, even if they keep putting it off. Whatever.)
turn the world gold by LottieAnna
Mitch: hey ill be in az 2morrow, what r u doing?
we belong to you and me by LottieAnna and theundiagnosable
“You’re not allowed to take the high ground while proposing we defraud your government, Marns.”
“Not with that attitude,” Mitch says. “Look, I’m not proposing we defraud anyone, I’m just-”
“Proposing?” Auston finishes, wry.
Three Loves by MycroftexMachina
Mitch Marner: secret genius.
torch this place we know by theundiagnosable
Sportsnet @sportsnet
BREAKING: LEAFS’ MITCH MARNER TRADED TO PITTSBURGH PENGUINS sportsnt.ca/news/2kT45f9Q …
bring it to the top by theundiagnosable
“What’s going on, Matts?”
“Maybe I just want to do something fun, I don’t know.” Auston says, defensive. “Maybe I’m being nice.”
“Okay,” Mitch says. He doesn’t sound convinced. “And…”
“And,” Auston winces, already regretting every decision he’s ever made, “I sort of need you to pretend to date me so I can win a bet with my sister.”
Other Pairings
take a sip of my secret potion by bluejayys (gallagher/galchenyuk)
Brendan’s gonna get to know Alex– maybe even work up the courage to ask him out on a date.
put it in the rearview mirror by thedeadparrot (gallagher/galchenyuk)
At the end of the season, the Gallys go on a road trip from Montreal to Florida. There are a lot of feelings involved.
and i’ve just let these little things slip out of my mouth by crispierchip (skjei/vesey)
Jimmy comes out to Brady in November.
Underneath the Charging Sky by pukeandcry (d. strome/latta)
Dylan hadn’t expected to be in Tucson this year. He hadn’t expected to still be so fucked up about Connor. He hadn’t expected a lot of shit, and Latts was definitely on that list.
we let our battles choose us by electrumqueen (gen-ish)
Auston straddles a lot of lines. He’s the sunbelt kid, you know? The trailblazer.
beginner’s guide to sex (and love) by viennajones (mcdavid/draisaitl)
“Uh, so when you said you could help me, did you mean…” Connor thinks that he understood Leon alright, but making sure is probably a good idea.
Leon looks a little sheepish. “Not to sound super cocky or whatever, but I’ve been told I’m pretty good in bed. I could show you a thing or two. If you want.”
I Lie Only For You by leyley09 (wilson/latta)
“So, instead of telling his mom the truth, Tom wants you to pretend to be his boyfriend. And you said yes to pretending, even though you want to be boyfriends for real.”
“When you say it out loud, it sounds stupid.”
“It is stupid.”
if this is the stars by theundiagnosable (marner/w nylander/matthews)
“Babe,” Mitch says, collapsing onto the couch. “Matts, I just got hit on by the hottest barista I’ve ever seen in my life.”
“Nice.” Auston high fives him.
through the woods we ran by stevenstamkos (hischier/patrick)
“Tell me about your faeries.”
Nico does not want to talk about faeries, not in the comfort of his bed with Nolan stretched out next to him, but he knows that Nolan is only trying to learn as much as he can about Nico. Nolan has asked him about everything, his likes and dislikes, his home in Naters and his family, his history. And now his faeries.
let’s just see what tomorrow brings by capebretons (hischier/patrick)
The first time Nolan sees Nico, it snows.
It’s the first snow of the winter, late November, cold enough to make Nolan’s cheeks pink, and his ears, and the tip of his nose. It’s the cold, that’s all. It’s got nothing to do with Hischier.
and dreams paled by antoineroussel (rinne/saros)
A young man sits up, facing away from Pekka, and rubs his eyes furiously. His skin is golden, left shoulder scarred lightly, and he wraps one of the red furs around his waist, apparently not wearing much else. Pekka, startled, makes a choked noise, and the man turns around. He gets to his feet with a boyish smile, and sits himself down on the chair opposite to Pekka.
triple the fun by allfleshisgrass (benn/seguin)
Tyler finds a three-headed dog, adopts it and tries to be the best doggy daddy in Dallas.
A Different Kind (series) by Nuanta (benn/seguin)
Set in a world where scents hold powerful magic, omegas are marginalized and despised, and are treated as slaves. Born into the noble Seguin family, Tyler was sold off to a life of captivity once he presented. Now, the defiant omega finds himself under the supervision of a soft-spoken Knight-Captain, alpha Jamie Benn, who doesn’t let any of his junior knights take advantage of omegas. Not only that, but Jamie seems to care about Tyler’s opinions, wants to change the world…if the system would only let him. When the world turns on its head, though, Tyler will do whatever it takes to prove he deserves his life and his freedom, and maybe a little more.
place your hand in mine, i’ll leave when i wanna (series) by jolt (benn/seguin, mcdavid/d strome, marner/matthews)
Tyler knows he looks like the kind of douchebag who listens to rap or, like, ska bands from the early 2000s, but he actually has a secret affinity for happy pop songs and, unabashedly, Blink-182 and Fall Out Boy and stuff. The music a lot of people pretend to have grown out of or be too cool for.
Tyler thinks Jamie looks like the kind of guy who loves songs about trucks, but mainly because he thinks he’s built like one.
Home at Last by crispierchip (barrie/landeskog)
This would be Tyson’s luck.
Have sex with the guy you’ve been hopelessly drooling over for the past year only to wake up bonded to him. Perfect.
(stronger than a) Bourbon Street Hand Grenade by dexsnursey (barrie/landeskog)
Nate grins and ducks his head, and Tyson is considering giving him a hug and maybe a big smooch too, when Gabe speaks up, because of course he does. “I’ll believe it when I see it.”
“Oh no,” Nate groans, and really, that should have been his warning.
Instead, Tyson finds himself raising his eyebrows, puffing up his chest and declaring, “Oh it’s on like Donkey Kong, Gabriel.”
Nate sighs, this loud, chest deep thing, and Tyson really needs to learn when to keep his mouth shut.
10,000 Weight in Gold by oflights (barrie/landeskog)
“What’re some of your biggest pet peeves? Wanna know what mine is?”
“Uh, what’s yours?”
“When people say Tyson, and they’re talking to you instead of me.”
tell me if you love me or not by underwaternow (barrie/landeskog)
It starts in Sweden.
Stop Making Sense by Vidriana (w nylander/kapanen)
“Well, here’s how I see it,” Kappy starts. “You have two options.” He holds up a finger. “One: You just tell them the truth.” He shrugs.
“What’s option two?” Willy asks.
Kappy raises a second finger. “Option two: You get a fake boyfriend,” he says, with much more gravitas than this ridiculous statement could possibly warrant.
should have said (say it) by theundiagnosable (w nylander/hyman)
“Okay,” Zach says, slow. “You said- no food, isn’t the wedding in-”
“Five days,” Auston finishes, “yeah.” He sounds even more calm than usual, a little monotone, actually, which is how Zach knows he’s internally losing his shit.
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Hello there, may I have a male matchup for The Maze Runner, Game of Thrones, and Merlin?
𝗦𝗘𝗫𝗨𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬/𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗡𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗦: Biromantic Pansexual and Genderfluid; He/They (though I'm biologically woman irl)
𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘: 20 years old, 5'1", Southeast Asian. Chubby with messy shoulder length brunette hair, chocolate brown eyes, and a small beauty mark on my forehead. My style is in between soft grunge and soft punk (not a big fan of dress except for occasions) but loves to wear Korean makeup style
𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬: Muggleborn Ravenclaw with a patronous spirit of Hummingbird, an INFJ (last time I checked at MBTI test), my enneagram is 4w5 and my moral alignment is Neutral Good. I may have a slight introverted tendencies and awkward/anxious nature, I describe myself as fiery, swears like a sailor, confident, jokester, and, passionate. Religious, super talkative, sometimes hyper (because of excitement), giggly (I always laugh/snort for stupid reasons), nerdy, also sweet and nice though I can be aloof, intimidating, and scary when I get so angry. I tend to become really fiesty, stands boldly on what I believe (claiming myself as a realist though some of my views doesn't makes sense), unhinged to be myself, stubborn, young-at-heart, clumsy unfortunate and inattentive. Would don't give af towards the people that I hate, sarcasam and savagery is my main language. But on the other side, I overthink a lot and cry over small things many times which I sound like a drama queen, and a perfectionist that provokes even more, yet recognizes a soft spot for dumb jokes, cheesy pickup lines and prefer people with a good sense of humour who see myself as equal. Chill in academics, but very competitive that manages to the top even for my dreams---I'm very dedicated on what I want for my life, and I display modesty and gracefulness towards some people that deserves respect. One notable feature about her is her multi-potentiality due to being naturally gifted in artistic fields (this includes singing).
𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗘𝗦𝗧𝗦: Arts, choir, poetry, karaoke, literature, history, makeup, beauty pageants, fun/deep/dumb conversations, expanding my knowledge in Christianity, documentaries (about saints), reading interesting stuffs, talking about social issues, and creative writing, chilling both indoors and outdoors.
𝗛𝗢𝗕𝗕𝗜𝗘𝗦: Drawing, singing, dancing when nobody's around (I'm very bad at it), sharing nerdy or opinionated thoughts, walking like a model (if I ever feel so confident), sleeping, listening to music (from rock to kpop), chatting or browsing on social media, watching videos on YouTube, making terrible jokes/puns, watching cartoons, writing, reading interesting things, and conceptualizing my artworks. I also used to study Italian language a bit
Want one? Here be the rules 🦋
Thank you for participating! You sound like an awesome person x
What each ship has in common:
⋆ Noble ⋆ Gentlemen  ⋆ Good-natured ⋆ Loyal ⋆ Brave
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐳𝐞 𝐑𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫
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𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛
I ship you with Gally! With your fiery nature, but open-mind (Ravenclaw) and INFJ tendencies, you would make such a great partner, but also friend, for him.
𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠
・Not wanting anything bad to happen to you, so he tells you not to go with them on missions - but you can’t help it, you HAVE to go. So he’s super grumpy until you give him a sweet kiss on the cheek
・Playing with each other’s hands when you’re bored or nervous
・Being a really intimidating couple because both of you have strong opinions and always stand your ground
・The absolute BEST hugs ever; he’ll wrap his big arms around you and pick you up. Probably spin you around as well
・ Gally loves having someone he can rely on - you’re his family, and he’s yours. You wouldn’t want to do life without the other
𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬
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𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛
I ship you with Gendry! I think you two would have a very teasing relationship; slowburn, mutual pining but outwardly pretending to hate each other. Over time you realise your feelings and things are awkward, not until before a battle he kisses you deeply.
𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠
・Teasing each other relentlessly; even when you get together there’s a lot of making fun of each other 
・Bumping each other’s shoulders, rolling eyes at the other, playing harmless pranks 
・Not wanting to show your true feelings, but when there’s a chance he might be taken or leave you - you do everything you can to stay with him 
・Having a lot of inside jokes 
・You’re the only person who gets him, he knows you understand him and he, you. He actually loves being in your company and talking about things you’re both interested in 
𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧
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𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛
I ship you with Arthur Pendragon! I think you two would make an absolute POWER couple! With your strong beliefs and good-nature, Arthur wouldn't be able BUT to fall in love with you.
𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠
・He can be very charming and it often leaves you blushing. You try to hide it but can’t 
・He smirks at you A LOT 
・Grabbing you by the cheek and kissing you deeply 
・Always having Merlin’s back when Arthur is ‘mean’ to him
 “Hey!” You look sternly at Arthur and he shrugs. 
       “Merlin started it!” 
・He constantly buys you new things; the finest clothes, jewels, weapons. And he’d be totally up for teaching you how to fight
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Heeey, I don't know if you want to hear it but:
I just read your little one shot "Flirting" and I loved it. I'm a little Newt fangirl and loved how you wrote his Charakter to be this protective when it comes to his girlfriend and all that. 😍
But there was one tiny part of your story that actually killed me and made me laugh so hard which has nothing to do with Newt. 😳
This little conversation between y/n and Gally where he called y/n "Sailor" and y/N actually called him "Captain". 🤣
I really appreciate/loved you making the little reference to the fist book here. It made me kinda happy. ❤️
I just wanted to let you know. Have a nice day/evening/night whatever time it is when you read this. 🙂
OMG! Thank you so much @thepotatofan. I actually love hearing what readers think of my work, and this did make my day, well night where I am. I loved the whole “Captain” thing in the books, so I figured I’d add it to my imagines. You’ll probably see it a lot in future imagines as well. Thanks again for commenting!
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Captains, Cyborgs, and Cowgirls: The Memorable Women of Sci-fi Anime
When it comes to women in anime, it is easy to point out the usual favorites: Sailor Moon, Bulma, Hawkeye, etc. In the Sunday morning panel Captains, Cyborgs, and Cowgirls: The Memorable Women of Sci-Fi Anime, Xan and Gretta of the manga review podcast Spiraken shone the spotlight on some of the best examples of women in anime.
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What is terrific about their list is that these strong female presences have been staples of anime since the 1970s and 1980s, providing multiple generations of women with excellent role models to look up to.
Here are five terrific examples that they gave:
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Alita / Gally from Battle Angel Alita Gunnm - "The Developing Hunter" After a rebirth, Alita fights for what she believes in and has a strong moral compass, even after losing an arm. "She's competent, she's gory, and she's an excellent motoball player!" Xan said.
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Faye Valentine from Cowboy Bebop - "The resourceful criminal" She's beautiful and she knows it - after all, she uses it as a weapon! With skills that sometimes happen to be too cunning, Valentine will stop at nothing to pay off her massive debt. And in her adventures, she has outsmarted a lot of male antagonists.
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Kei and Yuri from Dirty Pair - "The irresponsible operatives" Demonstrating seamless teamwork no matter what they do, Kei and Yuri always manage to get the job done. Sure, this sometimes results in a lot of collateral damage to orbiting space stations, but that is a small price to pay for general competence.
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Lain Iwakura from Serial Experiment Lain - "The Wired Technomancer" Is "technomancer" even a word? Iwakura doesn't know, nor does she care, as she is basically God in this series. Starting out as a shy introvert with a very primitive computer, she eventually not only increases her personal technological inventory, but also becomes one with it. She manages to co-exist, somewhat peacefully, in both "the wire" (an internet of sorts) and the real world.
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Lum Invader from Urusei Yatsura - "The romantic invader" Lum is very devoted to her husband, even though he ogles and flirts with other women. When he acts up, however, Lum is not afraid to put him in his place by any means necessary, from beating him up to electrocuting him.
--Mike Fenn, AB staff blogger
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Three islands form the archipelago, Gallo Lungo, La Rotonda and La Castelluccia, and together they integrate an extremely suggestive marine protected area. According to an old toponymy, the three-island archipelago was called Le Sireneuse, because according to a dating legend it was inhabited by splendid sirens, who with their song managed to charm passing sailors, with an obvious reference also to the journey of Ulysses.
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