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the ghosts of women once girls
by Aja Monet
somewhere a little girl is reading aloud
in the middle of a dirt road. she smiles
at the sound of her own voice escaping
the spine of a book. she feeds on her hunger
to know herself. she has not yet been taught
to dim, she sits with the stars beneath her feet,
a constellation of things to come.
as if a swallowed moon, she glimmers.
her head wrap rolls out in a gutter, bare feet
scat the earth, the ghosts of women once girls
make bridge of the dust dancing behind her,
she decorates the ground in dimples
she stomps suffering out the spirit
hooves drumming the earth in circles
she holds gladness in her mouth
like a secret teased out of a giggle
joy like her sadness overflows
she is not the opinions of others
she is of visions and imagination
somewhere a little girl is reading aloud in the middle of a dirt road.
she smiles at the sound of her own voice escaping the spine of a book.
she is a room full
of listening, lending herself
to her own words
somewhere
a deep remembering of what was, she survives all.
(Source: Poetry in Voice includes lesson plan for students!)
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Book Notes: Ink Blood Sister Scribe
The cover is the first thing a reader encounters, and while I know we’re cautioned against judging a book by that metric, we can’t really help what draws us. A deep purple cover with fuchsia foiled botanic design and a beautiful font? I’ll definitely pick that up. And when I discovered Ink Blood Sister Scribe is about ancient books filled with magic so powerful someone is dead on the front page? That sounds like a fantasy mystery I can't wait to want to dive into.
Two years ago, Abe’s daughter, Joanna, found him dead in their Vermont driveway, clutching the book that drained him lifeless. Abe and Joanna dedicated their lives to protecting a collection of magical books, and keeping themselves hidden from the outside world. After Abe’s death, Joanna must carry on on her own. Meanwhile, per Abe's instructions, Joanna’s older half-sister, Esther, hopscotches the world every year to keep herself, Joanna, and the books safe. But a romantic entanglement at her current location, a research station in Antarctica, has Esther delaying her departure, only to quickly realize the danger she’s in is very real. And in London, a young man called Nicholas, kept in a gilded cage, is beginning to question the validity of the unique life he’s been born into, which also keeps him imprisoned. Nicholas, Joanna and Esther find themselves drawn together in a reality where magic is real, and activated by books, blood and lineage. In this shadowy world there are some who would do anything to gain and keep control, despite the costs.
Emma Törzs meticulously builds her fantasy world onto the bones of contemporary life. As Joanna, Esther, and Nicholas begin to unravel the secrets have been kept from each of them, they also discover what they can accomplish together. Despite having suspicions about who was trustworthy and who was not, I was surprised multiple times. I loved the way all the threads finally came together in the last, action-packed moments. If you like darker contemporary fantasy with hidden libraries and a broody, slightly witchy vibe, this if for you. If you like your summer reading with a nod to autumn, you should definitely pick up Ink Blood Sister Scribe.
Or, if you just love the cover.
— Lori
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we heard that you are jewish. is it true? either way, we appreciate you for respecting jewish culture!
I'm not Jewish. I did, however, grow up in what was for a while a very Jewish neighborhood in the Long Island suburbs... which is probably where I initially learned the respect. I remember during elementary-school-period catechism (one of my parents was Catholic) getting deeply pissed off at the nuns for talking shit about my Jewish friends—claiming that their prayers to God only went "so high" (indicating a measurement at about knee level)—and decided then and there that This Religion Was Crap and I was going to do some reading to find one that worked better.
And guess what? I'm still doing the reading. :)
People who read my work will find all kinds of influences surfacing, (More data and specifics in this old post.) And as it says over there, if it all seems a bit syncretic, and that makes me a syncretin? Guilty as charged.
Meanwhile—to keep all the differing religion-adjacent approaches in my mind from getting uncomfortable with one another—when I swear, I do it by great Thoth: inventor of alphabets and the art of writing, master of scribes, god of the invention and wrangling of languages, deviser of calendars and project manager of the infrastructures of spacetime.* Does that make me some kind of pagan, then? (shrugs) Damned if I know. After I'm dead, I'll inquire. :)
(ETA: Sometimes people will see/hear me saying, "Sweet Thoth on his e-bike...!!" or "...e-scooter"!" about something. For the edification of those interested: here he is.)
*Probably also patron of fountain pens. See up above there? The thing he's carrying in his non-handlebar hand is the pen-case that scribes keep their equipment in. It's one of his formal attributes. ...Now let's all fight over which pens he uses, and what nibs. :)
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i genuinely cannot wait for ed to wake up and realize that oh, the scribe he killed to cement his fate to becoming blackbeard? oh yeah, he's alive and bitchy again. and the entire half of the crew he left to die on some random island? yeah, they're all here too, completely fine. and the ship is,,, functional? and has a wheel? oh yeah, the crew stole it from the pirate queen when stede broke them out of jail and escaped the red flag
#reality check: literally everyones alive including you#except ivan apparently#ofmd#ofmd spoilers#ofmd s2 spoilers#our flag means death#edward teach
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— to pass the kamisato standards .
synopsis !! kamisato reader introduces their lover to their siblings, ayato and ayaka! just hcs and brainrotting
characters !! thoma, diluc, childe, al haitham, gorou, kazuha
contains !! gn reader, written while sleep deprived please don't judge if it doesn't make sense huhuh, a bit of a character study on how the kamisatos perceive other characters!
note !! been posting more lately! im in a good mood and would like to share more content ☺️ i also have drafts saved up. also, have you checked out the @/yaepublishinghouse ? i've joined the writing team!
T H O M A
Ah, Thoma? You don't even need to ask. he's already part of the family!
the safest option, really. they already considered him family long before your heart started fluttering around the househelper.
"well, it's honestly about time. ayaka and i have long noticed your affections for thoma," ayato smirks as you two turn red, "don't think i don't know what's going on in my own household, do you?"
not much would change after having your relationship official; thoma might be the only one to experience the change in people's treatment of him as the three kamisatos encourage him to be more proud in his status!
"we're going to get married, don't let people trample over you like that!" you pout. surprisingly enough, thoma is quick to adjust to a "noble behavior" while still keeping his friendly boyish charms.
D I L U C
foreign nobility? for real? your siblings would worry, do you want to live away from them?
thoma might be the only one a little more open to the idea. sure, he's sad but he respects your choice and who you love.
"Mondstadt is a great place. I'm sure it'll be a home for you, just like how Inazuma became a home for me."
ayato is more or less suspicious. "I've heard... rumors," he says carefully, "That man is suspicious to say the least. I'm not sure I trust him."
all in all, with how closed off inazuma seems to be, the kamisatos would be most reluctant to send you off to another nation for some solitary man with a questionable schedule.
C H I L D E
A fatui harbinger? Are you out of your mind!
no. no no no. you are not going all the way to snezhnaya for a fatui harbinger. love is fleeting, your affections will pass.
you really don't need him -your siblings would try to convince you- he has money? the kamisatos have money too. he's someone of rank? so does your siblings. what do you mean you love him so much?
"He's a family kind of guy! He's really sweet!" you'll plead and they'll still shake their heads no.
In fact, Ayato would go on a thorough investigation about exactly what the harbinger has been up to. From the incident in liyue to the homicidal tendencies.
unless you decide to elope, there's no way your siblings would give their blessing.
A L H A I T H A M
the scribe of the academia is a fine man, but some call him a... lunatic.
this one is a 50/50.
admittedly, your siblings are content with his status and background. he works under sumeru's government, just like the kamisatos, and was nominated for the highest ranking position only second to an archon.
he works rationally too! smart and efficient. that's great— but why is he such a blunt smartass?
Throughout the meeting with him, Ayato has a plastered smile on his face. Each conversation seems like a landmine, waiting to explode, trying to best the other with words.
Ayaka is more or less nervously sweating beside them, but you suppose you're glad that they're getting along!
G O R O U
oh? the general of watatsumi? an interesting choice!
ayato considers it a political win. with the kamisato name tied together with the general of watatsumi island, this could lead to better peace relations! and the kamisatos would be the head of it all.
being a general is no easy task, thats something ayato could greatly respect. meanwhile, ayaka and gorou are already familiar friends!
it's a little sad that watatsumi is on another island, but at least you get to stay in inazuma! you're also happy that you get to contribute to inazumas progressive politics as part of the kamisato household, living up to your duty.
K A Z U H A
the wandering samurai. . . ? are you sure?
while a good friend of the kamisato household, kazuha has already left the noble lifestyle of the kaedeharas.
it's not that your siblings want you to marry into nobility, it's just that they'll feel more comfortable if you were in a familiar environment.
meanwhile, kazuha is constantly on the move, never staying at one place. they trust him immensely but are you sure you're up for that change?
kazuha is a good choice, but a worrisome one nonetheless.
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Hey OFMD friends! There’s a few little things (and one big thing) I’d like to try to clear up based on a number of discussions I’ve seen in various places.
1. Stede understands sex & sex references. When he responds with “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” or something similar, that’s a posh people thing. They pretend they’ve never heard of sex whenever it’s brought up in public or with strangers. Just weird aristocrat things! But Stede knows. He’d definitely had plenty of (likely not very pleasant) sex with his wife, and he’d very likely had other sexual experiences as well. More importantly, though, he’s a voracious reader! The man likely had a whole stash of filthy, bawdy novels & books of poetry. There was PLENTY of it, even back then!
2. Ed & Stede’s inn is NOT on the same island as the Republic of Pirates. They’d never settle on an island currently occupied by British military. They sailed away from the Republic of Pirates & went to a totally different island.
3. Frenchie is the new Captain because he was already First Mate, so there was no reason for them to take a vote. Yes, the crew chose Olu in 1x9, but that was when they were mutinying against Izzy & there was no official First Mate in place. The crew don’t seem to have any qualms about Frenchie’s abilities (so far anyway!) It will be a lot of fun to explore that dynamic in S3.
4. Zheng’s very likely only going to be with The Revenge until she finds one of her remaining ships that weren’t in the Republic of Lirates harbor when Ricky attacked.
I’m hoping, though, that we, the audience, will get lucky enough to keep Zheng with them for a while before she does find one of her own ships. I definitely want to see some shenanigans with The Crew, Zheng, & Auntie, including at least one raid. Fingers crossed!
The one BIG thing:
There are MANY disabled characters on the show. Wee John has mobility issues & chronic pain. Lucius is an artist & scribe w an amputated finger & also has chronic back pain. Swede has scurvy. Jackie’s right hand is a prosthetic.
It’s extremely important to understand that all disabilities are relevant no matter how visible they are. There has been some very harmful discourse about disability representation surrounding Izzy’s death & it really needs to stop. A HUGE percentage of disabilities are invisible. Those of us (yep, myself included) with invisible disabilities have had to fight tooth & nail for basic recognition & acknowledgement, let alone benefits & proper medical treatment. We’re still fighting & it’s a major uphill battle!
Let’s not give more ammunition to those fighting against us by claiming that Izzy’s disability was the only important one.
Thank you for coming to my TED talk! 💞
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Not A Couple! Nami (OPLA)
You and Nami are very close, being the only two girls on the crew, but many people mistake your friendship for a relationship...You and Nami can't fathom why people would think you were a couple! Nami x Reader (F)
It was another beautiful day sailing the seas, with no destination in mind, the ship was still and everyone was doing their own thing. You were sat on deck scribing the latest adventures of the Straw Hats because Luffy liked your handwriting and storytelling so asked you to join his crew when you didn't really have much to offer. Luckily the crew were nice, especially the navigator Nami who you'd gotten close with being the only girls on the crew currently.
The two of you did everything together, including sharing a room, bathing together, shopping, and using the other to rob drunk people in taverns and much more. The two of you told each other your dreams, secrets and fears, helping the other through past trauma and bonding. The guys had tried and failed to separate the two of us, eventually giving up, minus Sanji but he was simply being Sanji.
A shadow looms over you, and you look up with a big smile seeing Nami, 'you get your maps done already?' you ask.
she stretches her hands above her head, 'Yes I have, now scoot over.'
You close your book and put it to the side along with your pen and ink, before throwing your legs on either side of the deckchair to give Nami room to sit down. She scoots backwards until her back is pressed against your chest, and your fingers immediately go to her hair which you start playing with.
Nami sighs in content, 'I heard people calling us a couple on the last island. Why do people think we're a couple?'
You massage her scalp and smirk, 'beats me...maybe they are jealous of how good of friends we are.'
Nami chuckles, 'I don't think we act like a couple, do you?'
You hum and let your mind wander. You two were close, very touchy, had in jokes and had even kissed a few times, but only to lure men into being able to rob them. You weren't as close with the other members of the crew, but that didn't mean strangers could label you and Nami a couple because you didn't see each other like that.
You click your tongue, 'No, just really good friends.'
CREW POV
'Maybe they really are oblivious,' Usopp whispers to Sanji who was standing next to him watching the two girls act like a couple.
Sanji lights a cigarette, 'maybe the rest of us need to do a better job at playing matchmaker.'
Zoro clears his throat, 'as long as they don't get together before the end of the month because I want my money.'
The door behind the crew bursts open and Luffy rushes out grinning, 'Sanji, cook me something.'
The crew shake their heads at their captain's antics and quickly disperse. Giving you and Nami some much-needed privacy.
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A couple fun things about the DnD mechanics and world of Faerun that I don’t know if a lot of players on here know, that ads for some nice headcanons:
1. There’s a giant library—by which I mean an entire island that’s a library and surrounding town supporting it—on Faerun called Candlekeep which is a magnet for research both mundane and magical. Also there’s a book of one shots called Candlekeep Mysteries if you want to run one shot modules. I especially recommend the one with the magic spa.
2. There are rules for wizards to research and create their own spells, as well as scribe scrolls of those spells.
3. My Tav is Soren, a half-wood elf college of lore bard. College of Lore bards can learn a couple spells from other classes (im planning on counterspell and some sort of AOE attack, maybe fireball but I’ve got time to figure out what his second spell will be), and then cast them at will (spell slots permitting) like any ordinary bard spell.
What I’m saying is, imagine if at some point postgame Gale sends a message (or perhaps a Sending) for “Tav” and Astarion to come to Candlekeep because he’s researching a new abjuration spell.
A little something he’s named Protection from Daylight.
#baldur's gate iii#baldur's gate 3#bg3 astarion#bg3 gale#bg3 tav#baldurs gate 3 spoilers#astarion#baldurs gate gale#tav#astarion/tav#headcanon
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mer!danny and newlyturnedmer!damian have to swim from Amity Island on the west to Gotham on the east coast, all the while evading hordes of pursuers
And boy is it going to be difficult as fuck.
Danny thought he was handling everything just fine. No drownings in his long six-month career as Phantom, and suddenly when he's finally getting it together, guess which rich ass himbo and his spoilt rich son came to ruin everything.
And now as Danny leans over Damian Wayne's cold lips and still chest, his own body heaving heaving and out of breath from what feels like hours of CPR, Danny's got no choice but to bite the bullet.
He just hopes they can both get back home without ending up on the dissection table.
credit to @hermit-scribe-vibe, @brekitten and @bucketorandomness
more detalles below!
They can't swim back to Amity, because by this point it's infested with patrol baots from the GiW, who have convinced Bruce to let them have free reign in the search to rescue his son (bruce is investigating the hell out of them in the meantime)
They can't phone bruce or danny's friends because phones dont work underwater, and this is early in danny's career, so team phantom don't have as much tech as they would normally have
They can't just swipe a phone from a tourist from wherever (the image of Damian rising from below like a horror movie monster, the feral child, is hilarious tho) because Damian's vocal cords have been irrevocably altered and he can only speak in clikcs and trills now ^^ (Danny isn't affected as much because he's a teenager and more developed, thus can speak english in mer form)
And they are constnatly being chased by the GiW, atlanteans, and other villains along the way :D
Some ideas for how they get there:
A: They swim through the Panama fucking Canal and somehow don't get caught and/or skewered
B: They go south into South America, potentially through the Magellan Straight or wrapping around the southern tip, or you could even have Danny turn human, pick Damian up and they continue their journey through the Amazon
C: They go north into the NorthWest Passage, which is insanely dangerous, cold and sparse of (vegetarian) food, but it's much more fificult for their pursuers too
D: THEY SWIM WEST AND GO ACROSS THE FUCKING WORLD BABY!!!
#dpxdc#danny phantom#danny fenton#damian wayne#merman#mermaid transformation#merboy#angst#travel#transformation#mer!danny#mer!damian#damian has thoughts about being turned into a mer without consent#even if danny did it to save his life#worldwide journey#mermaid au#monstrous mermaids my beloved#monstrous#some lovely ppl on batfamn discord and haunted heroes helped me :D#they are coo#cool#i tagged them#Dami and Danny have to learn to trust each other#i like to think they would enjoy their journey by the end#i like to think Damian would keep getting sidetracked to pet dolphins#dolphins are bitches tho
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The Violet Thread of Fate Part Three:
The Scribe's Guild and the Acolyte Errant
Read || Part One • Part Two
POV || Third Person, dual POV Gale Dekarios and Elinna Inklynn (Tav)
Pairing || Elinna Inklynn (Half-drow tav) and Gale Dekarios
Length || 5,400 Words
Scenario || In an alternative timeline for the events of BG3 Elinna Inklynn, an orphan from the Moonshae Islands seeks out the tutelage of accomplished wizard Gale Dekarios of Waterdeep. She has a knack with the Weave, but no money or connections to actually learn how to harness it. She has heard the wizard is a gentleman and a schollar, and hopes she can appeal to him to take her on as his apprentice in exchange for her help around his tower, with his research, and in running errands in Waterdeep. Unfortunately for her, Gale Dekarios does not take on apprentices.
Warnings || Age gap (Perhaps about 10ish years), depiction of depression and heart ache, description of very, very mild body horror. Description of scarring from corporal punishment. Slightly mature themes.
A/n || In the interest of full disclosure: I didn't edit this one. I was too eager to get it out, so please forgive any strange pacing or verbiage. I may edit it tomorrow or sometime soon, but I also primarily write this for fun so I may also not. I actually really enjoyed writing Gale softening up to Elinna a bit, and Elinna sort of losing some of her rose tinted vision for Gale. Perhaps soon they will meet somewhere in the middle. :))
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The Scribe’s Guild
Elinna cupped her hands above her eyes, trying to reduce the urge to squint as she looked out over the edge of one of the craggy cliffside peaks.
“Are you certain you’re alright up there?” Gale asked from the ground. “Not to be a pain, but you haven’t had the greatest track record with heights as of late.”
“I climbed up here–as long as I don’t try to magic my way down, I should be fine,” she called back. “I’m trying to figure out where we are.”
“Any luck?” he called back.
“You’re distracting me!” she said.
“Are you one of those people who can only do one mental process at a time?” he asked. “Do you go blind when your ears are in use?”
“I’m one of those people who needs to think to recall the details of all the maps I’ve cataloged at the Nest,” she griped looking down at him. “Now be quiet so I can think.”
She saw him lift a hand and rub the back of his neck before he turned around and sat down to have a pout. She rolled her eyes looking out over the coastline again, trying to cross reference what she could see from her view with the overhead details of maps she’d looked at before.
Gale Dekarios was certainly a…strange archmage.
Reading transcripts of conversations, reading his treatises–she’d always pictured this stately, almost dry sort of fellow. Someone who would sniff before correcting her about something–or stand perpetually with his nose pointed at the ceiling so you always knew he was looking down at you past it.
But he was just…well–a sort of awkward, somewhat humorous man.
They’d been wandering for some time–Gale had a good sense for what was north, south, east and west, but there was only so much that one could do when unaware of where the starting point was.
The shame of things was that they were in some random locale with very few cities about. She’d learned much about Baldur’s Gate, Amn, Waterdeep–places she wished to visit. If there was Gale’s tower nearby–or perhaps Sorcerous Sundries–she could have been able to pluck it out of the landscape with ease.
Instead, as she looked out off the cliff, she only saw shoreline give way to worn out cobbled roads. Some sort of village obscured the haze of distance and…well nothing familiar. She pursed her lips before chewing slightly on the bottom one; a nervous habit that often left her with metallic-tasting patches on the inside of her lip.
“Well?” Gale said a bit impatiently.
She was just about to give him the bad news–that she found nothing of note and had no idea which way to go–when a shadow darkened the ground from somewhere overhead. She looked up to find a black blot against the light blue of the sky–a dire raven with a wingspan of about 10 feet, armored in the colors of a the Scribe’s Guild; pale tan leathers, brass metal and mist green canvas.
She found herself smiling despite the fact that she’d told herself she’d never look at a Scribe’s Guild after leaving The Nest. She watched for a while longer as the large avian swooped through the sky and then landed on the parapet of a distant stone structure.
“We’re in luck!” she called down to Gale.
“Are we?” he asked. “You didn’t happen to have found a cleric of legendary skill up there did you?”
“Not that much luck,” she said as she started to climb down the rocky face of the cliff.
“Are you sure you ought to be doing that?” he asked. “It seems awfully dangerous.”
“As we just covered, I’ll be fine so long as I don’t use magic,” she responded. “I’m used to climbs.”
Looking down to find her perch, she carefully lighted her foot on the boulder where she started her climb, and turned to find Gale waiting for her, a single hand offered up to her to assist her down from the small height.
“You don’t have to do that,” she said. “It’s not that high up.”
“Best not to risk it,” he said. “The twist of an ankle could mean the difference between humanity and ceremorphosis, considering our plight.”
Elinna nibbled on her lower lip and nodded, placing her hand in his. His calloused fingers closed around her hand and he lifted his other hand to grasp her waist. She stepped off the stone and he supported her weight easily, lowering her to the ground smoothly.
“So,” he said, not taking his hands away yet. “You’ve kept me in suspense, Elinna. Why are we in luck?”
“I just saw a Dire Raven,” she said. “One of the ones we use to transport records between different chapters of the Scribe’s Guild.”
“The what?” he asked.
“The Scribe’s guild,” she said. “I told you, I was their ward in the Moonshae Islands.”
“Did you?” he asked.
She sighed and gave him a disappointed look. “You really didn’t listen to me at all back in Waterdeep.”
His hand twitched on her waist as his brow furrowed. “Well that’s hardly fair,” he said. “You were a stranger standing right outside of my home. Why should I have?”
“Courtesy,” she said sourly as she turned away from him and started to walk down the pathway in the direction she watched the dire raven fly.
She tried to ignore the tingling feeling in the tips of her fingers as her hand left his; the feeling of absence at her waist as she lost the weight of his hand.
“Oh, come now–” he said, his face screwing with offense and hurrying after her. “Don’t imply that I was being discourteous when you were the one showing up at a strange man’s home unannounced!”
“It’s not as if I let myself in!” she said back.
“Wait, you still haven’t told me what the Scribe’s Guild is,” he said, finally catching up to her.
“I assumed you would know what it is,” she said looking sidelong and up at him.
“I confess I’ve not heard of it,” he said.
She sighed and looked ahead. Maybe she didn’t want to tell him if he didn’t already know, she thought. She wasn’t sure she was ready to reveal just how sheltered her life was before heading to Waterdeep.
But they were now headed for the local archive and he was going to find out either way so…
“The scribe’s guild is a redundancy,” she said. “It’s one of the realm’s most extensive collections of information. If you’re looking for a book, a scroll, a record of some obscure property dispute… you can find it there. I was raised in one.”
“So, you’re a scribe?” he asked her. “You write books–collect this information and dole it out to those who need it?”
She pursed her lips. “I wasn’t a scribe myself,” she said. “I was a clerk.”
“So you were in training,” he said. “Assisting the scribes so that you could take on the task.”
She felt her skin pinken with warmth, afraid to disclose the truth–afraid of what it would look like. “Not quite,” she said. “The ArchLibrarian thought I wasn’t suited to the work.”
“Why not?” he asked.
“Because I was too fun,” she said, her walls going up a little higher. “If you must know.”
“My,” he said. “Did I hit a nerve?”
“It seems like you’re looking for reasons to think poorly of me,” she said.
“It seems like you’re hiding reasons to think poorly of you,” he said. “So, what was it? Sleeping on the job? Theft? Did you try to cast a cantrip and Did you come looking for me because they turned you out and cut you off?”
“Gods,” she said looking up at him, a little line forming between her brows and her face getting even warmer with embarrassment. “You really do think I’m a wastrel, don’t you?”
“No I don’t!” he said.
“What happened to you being worried about seeming an ill-mannered man?” she asked.
“Elinna–you’re young–youth is made for mistakes. You think I was always an upstanding young man while in attendance at Blackstaff?” he said. “I slept through most of my Calashite lessons.”
“Don’t lie to me to try and get dirt on me,” Elinna said as she walked faster.. “Don’t mock me like that.”
“Elinna–Elinna, would you slow down?” he said.
“No. I want to get to the Scribe’s Guild.”
“We will get there with plenty enough time before sundown,” he said, grabbing her arm. “Elinna, stop.”
She stopped but didn’t look up at him, she couldn’t make herself do it. She didn’t know what was more embarrassing for her; the fact that she’d hardly seen any of the world, the fact that her guardians felt she was inept and flighty, or the fact that she was quite acting like a petulant child with Gale when she only wished to prove to him that she could be a good student.
Maybe seeking him out had been a mistake from the start. She’d spent so long reading about Gale and his work–learning about his unique understanding of magic–reading his writings…in some ways she’d convinced herself that he was already a friend.
She’d never thought about how trying to become his apprentice also meant sharing her qualifications and the more time she spent talking to him the more she realized she had none.
She could feel him looking at her almost indulgently–like a man speaking to a child.
She didn;t know why she hated that most of all.
“Elinna, forgive me for prying,” he said. “I was just trying to get to know you a little better. From what I can tell there is a significant distance between here and Waterdeep and it will be a much more pleasant journey if we get to know one another a little bit as we travel, don’t you think?”
Elinna smoothed her amber hair away from her brow, cupping her hand on her forehead as if checking herself for fever.
“I’m sorry,” she said, finally. . “I think I’m just tired.”
“I can only imagine…what with going from the islands, to Waterdeep so climbing up cliff sides and now we have to walk even further? We can swap notes later,” he said with a gentle smile. “Let’s focus on getting to this place–maybe they can put us up for an evening or at least point us in the direction of the nearest town.”
Elinna nodded before heaving a great sigh.
“It shouldn’t be long,” she said. “Maybe just a few hours of walking from here.”
“Excellent,” he said. “Lead on.”
The Acolyte Errant
Elinna was a curious girl.
She was somehow equal measures breezy and intense; lackadaisical and earnest. He didn’t know what to make of the dichotomy. He knew even less what to do with the strange secrecy she had about her former home.
Perhaps it was a bit of paranoia–after all, he had his own secrets he was keeping. It was perhaps more than a little hypocritical of him to fault her for hers.
“So, tell me more about The Scribe’s Nest,” he said, trying to change the subject to something more informative and a little less personal.
“Specifically The Nest? Or the guild in general?” she asked.
“Mm…if it’s not too personal for you, The Nest. You said that’s where you grew up right?” he said.
She nodded, wiping sweat off her brow. The day was beginning to get hot, so he had to think they were further down south than Waterdeep and the islands. It was much cooler this time of year–hence the layers both he and Elinna wore.
“Uhm–The Nest in Moonshae is in an old abandoned temple to Ilmater,” she told him. “My mother left me there thinking that it was a safe place for me to grow up–thinking I’d be cared for by clerics. But The Nest was already there.”
“I see,” Gale said, feeling for the girl but trying not to let it come through in his tone. “I suppose they took you in anyway?”
She nodded again. “They did,” she said. “Still not sure why, if I’m honest–they have a few oaths they had to make in exchange for financial support. Even so, there were other temples in the area that probably could have taken me in. But uh–anyway. The way that the scribes work is they receive funds from the local government and they use those funds to pay a fleet of scouts to get word back to us about the goings on in the world. The scribes record it, make copies of each account and send them to the other branches.”
“Hells,” he said. “That sounds like quite the expensive endeavor.”
“It is–and the scribes outsource the work so that there’s no conflict of interest. No scribes out wandering the world trying to spin tales. They have a motto: ‘We Are The Accuracy In The Indulgent The Composed in the Chaotic.’” She said. “In other words, they try to record everything as plainly and as closely to the facts as possible. In addition to that, they try to have copies of every written work ever produced.”
“How can that even be quantified or verified for that matter?” Gale asked.
“Like I said–they try,” she said. “It’s all very tedious if you ask me.”
“I’m shocked I haven’t heard of this place–it sounds like a veritable treasure trove of knowledge,” he said.
“The scribes don’t open the vaults to many,” she said. “They consider their work one of posterity; a record of history, not a resource to be plumbed. They don’t even really indulge in reading the records themselves.”
“That sounds….extraordinarily wasteful,” He said.
He saw Elinna finally crack a smile at that. “I couldn’t agree more,” she said. “Wasteful, boring, depressing.”
He was itching to ask her if that was why she’d left what she’d had as a home for…well however long she’d been alive. She looked remarkably young, but with half-elves that hardly meant much. For all he knew she was his age.
“Elinna, do you mind if I ask how old you are?” he asked.
She looked up at him, her brow quirking. “Uhm–I’ve had twenty-eight summers so far,” she said. “Why do you ask?”
Ah–around ten years younger than he was. No wonder she seemed so restless when she’d come to find him at his tower. Most Wizards were well into their studies at Blackstaff by now, or at least had some reasonable amount of aptitude with the weave. “Just curious,” he said shrugging. “You look young but you’re also not complaining, or panicking, or well–other things I would expect a young person to be doing in this situation.”
He wasn’t sure if he was reading it correctly, but he could have sworn that she pressed her lips a bit to avoid smiling. Was the poor girl such a stranger to praise that the simple pointing out of her maturity could make her have to stop a flustered smile from forming on her lips?”
“I guess I just feel like anything is preferable to being stuck in that dusty old tower,” she said.
There was a sort of…sadness to her words. A quality he recognized first hand.
Not sadness, he realized as he saw one of his own feelings mirrored back at him. Regret.
But that was not a subject he wished to bring up–not when the questions could so easily be turned back onto him.
“Well, Elinna,” he said, changing the subject. “You have Gale of Waterdeep with you–I’m a captive audience as we walk to the guild hall. Anything I can impress you with?”
It was an olive branch, of sorts. It, of course, wasn’t the first time he’d met some hopeful magician who wanted to pick his brain. Usually he politely shooed them away, but he figured that extending the offer might cheer her up.
“I’m quite well read on the subject,” she answered.
Wait…had he missed the question while he was patting himself on the back for being open to bragging? “Sorry–which subject is that?” he asked.
Her face flushed and she gave him a furtive look with those pretty green eyes. She cleared her throat and pushed some hair behind her ear.
“Uhm–you–” she said finally. “I’ve read everything the archive has that even has a tangential mention of your name in it.”
He blinked, feeling glad for the fact that she was looking most pointedly away from him. “Ah,” he said, trying to master his tone. “Well–should we crosscheck the scribe’s records? Tell me what you know and I can correct anything that’s wrong.”
“We’ll be here for hours if I do that…” she mumbled under her breath.
Now it was his turn to flush–until he realized–
“Wait, I thought you said that the scribes don’t read the records–” he said.
“I did,” she said, looking over at him with a sheepish little smile. “That’s why they said I’m not suited for the work. It’s why they keep me on shelving duty.”
Ah–that was what she meant when she said she was used to climbing.
Suddenly there was an uncomfortable pressure in his skull as he saw flashes of giant stacks of dusty tomes, heard the squeaking of a half-broken wheel on a cart, felt rawness on his fingertips from shelving books and records; the deep ache of tired muscles.
When he was able to focus again, Elinna was crouched a few feet ahead, her gloved hands pressing on the sides of her head.
“W-was that a memory?” Gale asked. “Did you just send me a memory?”
“No,” she said weakly. “Gods…that was…I could feel you in my head–”
“I didn’t–it wasn’t something I did on purpose,” he said frantically.
He felt as embarrassed as a young man might be during his first time with a lover. It’d been years since he’d accidentally used his magic. Not since he was an adolescent.
“I think it’s the parasite,” she said. “Mindflayers are part of a hive mind–maybe it’s the start of that tether forming to it.”
“I’m loath to face that possibility, but you may be right,” Gale said grimly as he walked over to her and offered a hand. “You alright?”
“Just exhausted, I think,” she said as she took his hand. “It felt like the parasite was pulling at the seams of my mind, extracting those images like thread through the eye of a needle.”
“Aptly put,” he said, finally helping her up.
“Let’s just hurry to the guild,” she said.
It was a bit of a grueling trek after that. The pathway mostly uphill and on rocky, uneven pathways. Wherever this guild branch was, it was clear enough to him that the scribes had no interest in being bothered or visited. He wasn’t so worried about himself, though–if anything, he was worried about Elinna.
Thinking about it–she’d originally mentioned that she was looking for a place to live when he met her and she’d asked him to take her on as a student. He wondered when the last time she’d slept was. It wasn’t uncommon for passengers unused to traveling by ship to sleep poorly on them. The voyage between the Moonshae Islands and Waterdeep was probably close to a tenday, give or take a day or two.
He felt a little guilty, now, that he had let her climb up the cliffside to help them get their bearings; that he couldn’t be of more assistance with some kind of charm or boon.
As predicted, it took them about another two hours to make it to the base of a decaying old castle. He didn’t recognize it, and from what he could tell there were no real markings on it to distinguish what lineage or people it could have belonged to at one point.
He looked up as another dire raven–or perhaps the same one he hadn’t seen before–took flight from one of the crumbling parapets, then he looked over at Elinna.
She was still damp with sweat, but her exerted flush had given way to an almost sickly sort of pallor. He worried for a moment that she may already be starting the process of ceremorphosis–but if that was the case, why hadn’t the same happened to him?
“Fucking stairs,” she groaned as she bent over and braced her hands on her knees. “I think I may need to sit for just a moment.”
Gale looked at the stairs and then back at her. He quirked his lips slightly, weighing the number of stairs against the health of his knees.
“I know once you sit it will be all the more difficult for you to get up and get going,” he said. “Let me carry you the rest of the way.”
She balked at him, her verdant eyes wide and a bit of her flush returning to her freckled cheeks. He tried not to think about how charming the look of surprise was. “Y-you can’t,” she said. “I’m filthy–and drenched besides. And I’ll be too heavy.”
“Nonsense,” he insisted. “You hardly come up to my shoulder–and it’s not as if I’m a fine example of cleanliness at the moment. You can tell me proper decorum as we make our way up.”
“Gale–”
“I won’t take no for an answer,” he said with a little teasing glimmer in his eyes.
He kneeled in front of her, back toward her, and patted his shoulder. “Climb on,” he said.
There was nothing for a moment and he almost looked back to see if she was going to stubbornly refuse. But just as he was going to, he felt tentative fingertips on his right shoulder; then his left. She smoothed her hand toward the front of him, drawing a tingling line along his collarbones. He tried not to flinch as her hands joined right over the spot the orb burned in his chest, but he couldn’t stop it.
She froze and almost started withdrawing. He reached up and closed a single hand over both of hers.
“Did I hurt you?” she asked him.
“Not at all,” he said. “Remember–I’ve been a recluse for some time. Just forgot what it felt like to be touched by someone who isn’t a tressym.”
There was one more moment of hesitation and then finally, Elinna put her weight onto him, hitching her legs above his hips.
“Alright,” he said. “Going up.”
He scooped his hands under her knees and rose to his feet.
Truth be told, she was a touch heavier than he’d expected. And he realized with a bit of rueful interest that her body was a little…softer…than he’d anticipated. Even through her layers of canvas and leather, he could feel the supple swell of her thighs, her hips, her breasts…
He shook his head and cleared his throat as he started to climb the stairs.
“So, what’s our story?” he asked.
“Mmn–story?” she breathed against his ear.
Gods, she sounded like a freshly roused lover in the morning.
“You’re not falling asleep back there, are you?” he asked.
“Trying not to,” she said. “I’m sorry.”
“Keep talking to me,” he said. “It will help you stay awake.”
And give me something to stop my mind from drifting to what might be beneath your clothes. He thought with no shortage of disgust in himself.
“Mmh–visitors are prohibited, usually,” she said, her sleepy slurring sending a chill up his spine. “Since you’re carrying me in…maybe tell them you found me unconscious on the ground. They can refuse scholars, but they have an oath to help the needy. Hence…me…”
“The lady deceives,” Gale teased. “I thought you were above such dishonesty.”
She gave a quiet chuckle. “If the guild needs a bit of encouragement to do what is right, who am I to deny it?” Then after a moment. “Thank you…for carrying me. You didn’t have to do that.”
“It’s no bother,” he said.
And it really wasn’t, aside from his own traitorous thoughts about her. His knees weren’t even tired when he reached the top of the stairs. He looked back at her sidelong. “Hang onto me will you–afraid I’ll need one of these hands.”
He regretted asking her to do that immediately. Her thighs squeezed a little tighter around his middle and he suddenly wished for death. He opened the door as quickly as he could, and went back to holding her knee.
Inside there was…no one to be found. At least not at first.
Then came the sound of soft soles scuffing on stone stairs. He gazed to the right, seeing a shadow elongate as it grew further and further away from some torch or sconce further up on the stairs.
A moment later, a wizened man peered at him through small spectacles on a crooked nose.
He was dressed somewhat like Elinna, though the embroidery and fastenings on his clothes were finer. On his lapel, he wore a golden dire raven pin with a quill snatched in it’s beak.The pin was connected to a chain from which dangled a single golden key.
“You’ve reached The Scribe’s Perch,” he said, his voice quiet and willowy, like it had frayed through years of neglect. “I fear we’re not taking visitors.”
In front of Gale’s chest, Elinna’s arms went slack and her body went a little heavier. Her head rested fully on his shoulder, her sleeping breaths gusting warmly on the back of his neck. He supposed it worked better for the tale he had to weave–though he did worry for the poor girl.
“I’ve found one of your acolytes on the path some way away from here. She seems feverish–likely hungry and dehydrated. She’s gone in and out of consciousness but told me to find you here and ask for you help. Help for both of us.”
The old man merely tilted to get a look at Elinna with a somewhat disinterested expression. “Mnh…there are protocols in place for this, yes,” he said. “An inconvenience to say the least, though. We will have to make arrangements for your supper.”
Gale felt his ire flare and found himself understanding why Elinna seemed so sour about where she’d been reared. It was a wonder she made it out of childhood with her curiosity and her tenacity intact.
“If it’s too much of a bother, I can see to producing a meal for us,” he said, trying his best to master his tone.
“No, no,” the man said. “The smells–the oils–they could upset the balance and focus of the archives. Come–I will see you to a lodging for the night. I am afraid I must ask you to stay there and to not wander our halls freely. And you must leave come morning.”
“I thought you had an oath to help the needy,” Gale said.
“The qualifying criteria which defines who or what is needy is not agreed upon,” he said. “The girl is unconscious, but you stand and walk freely. Surely she is hardly needy if she has you.”
“She’s one of your acolytes,” Gale said. “Surely you can’t be so callous.”
“She’s not an acolyte from The Perch. We do not allow women among our ranks–their scents and scintillations bring focus away from posterity. I allow you to stay only because she still wears our colors and because we’ve received no missive about a disgraced acolyte,” he said. “But there has been a great collision on the shoreline and we work tirelessly to record it.”
“Well you’re in luck–we’re survivors from that crash–we can help you–”
“No. We only accept the accounts of verified scouts,” he said. “Now come–I’ve wasted precious time already. My quill will have started to dry out.”
Gale bit his tongue and simply nodded–worried that if the man showed is rudeness and disinterest again he would snap at the Scribe and lose them a night of rest and the chance to bathe and change.
Their ungracious host led them up the stairs, past a massive steel door singing with wards, and to a doorway about as tall as Elinna. The Scribe opened the lock with his tiny golden key–a skeleton key it seemed–and gestured him inside.
Gale bent a bit at the knees, careful to mind Elinna’s head as he ducked into the room.
“Thank you,” he said.
“Supper is at seven bells. Porridge, roasted carrots and river fish–you will have to come retrieve it yourself–the kitchens are down the stairs we traveled up and through the small northern wooden door,” their host said.
And with that, the man simply closed the door and left Gale alone with Elinna.
Gale looked about the room.
It was small, about the size of the larder in his tower, and barren. In one corner, a threadbare sheet hung to offer pock-marked privacy should one bathe in the water-swollen, wooden tub there. There was a single desk with a nearly-spent candle perched slantingly in a chamberstick made of brass. Against the far wall stood the bed–
The Bed.
Singular.
Only one bed.
Oh hells, it would be a very long night indeed.
He carried Elinna over to the bed and carefully cradled her against his back as he pulled back the mildew-smelling covers. Beneath was an old hay mattress. He felt loath to place her on it, but he hadn’t enough energy to conjure something more comfortable for her.
He supposed it didn’t matter for tonight–the poor girl just needed some sleep.
He carefully placed her in the bed and hesitated, pondering.
She’d spent so much time during their travels complaining of the feeling of viscera in her clothes; her shoes. He could only imagine how terrible it would feel for her to wake up, warm and damp from feverish sleep, only to still feel soggy boots and garments on your body.
It wasn’t proper. He wasn’t even sure it would be welcome. But it was a gesture toward her comfort he could actually provide.
He carefully slipped off her boots, setting them off to the side in a blood-soaked heap. Then he removed her leather gloves, and finally, the waistcoat she wore.
Beneath her green canvas, she wore a simple muslin dress that fell just slightly off the shoulders. He noted with a bit of curious mirth, that she had a smattering of freckles across the bare skin of her decolletage and arms as well. He wondered how many times she’d had to sneak away from her duties to get those.
Then he saw something else.
On the inside of one delicate wrist, he spotted the hint of a violet patch of skin. In a brief panic he turned her arm over to get a better view of it, worried that her transformation may be starting, after all.
Instead, what he found was scarring. Violet scars forming a ladder of tidy caning marks on the tender skin of the inside of her arm.
“No wonder you wanted to get out,” he said under his breath as he brushed his thumb against the marks. They were only barely raised. They’d been there a long time then. For some reason it hurt his heart to think of a smaller, squeakier Elinna as her caretakers tried and clearly failed to tame the wonder out of her.
Perhaps it was because he had also been punished severely for his ambition and thirst for knowledge, but he could no longer bear to see her in the greens, tans and creams of The Scribe’s Guild. Not when there was so much she’d had to fight to keep hold of.
He thought he could maybe find a pocket somewhere. If he rested he ought to be able to, anyway. Or if not, he could try to look around the grounds and scrounge something up for each of them to change into. And maybe a few supplies for setting up camp, too, since they wouldn’t be granted time to catch their bearings at The Perch.
He pulled the worn blanket up enough to cover her arms, but not so high that the smell of mildew could wake her.
He walked over to the tiny door and looked back over his shoulder one more time to make sure she was still quite asleep.
And then he slipped out of their sorry room to find a place to restore himself.
#bg3#historical fantasy#romantasy#authors#writeblr#my writing#violet thread of fate#bg3 fic#fic recs#bg3 fic recs#gale /tav#gale x tav#gale bg3#gale dekarios#bg3 au#bg3 headcanons
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I forgot what we were celebrating.
Because we were always celebrating something,
a new job, a new poem, a new love, a new dream.
AUDRE LORDE (Zami: A New Spelling of My Name)
#Thank you Simone#Island Scribe#Zami#Audre Lorde#dream ahead#celebrate#Zami: A New Spelling of My Name#quote
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THEORY THEORY THEORY TIME!
Can we really TALK or think about a lot of similirities that hit my head more and more every single day?
Maybe I'm biased about this, but lemme explain!
qBBH and qAntoine.
Yeah, let's start this way. I really think their lore is 100% related to each other. Why? I have some reasons for this:
-Both are Eldritch creatures. (+ qBBH also being Demon or so Fallen Angel) So, They both may have been… met before.
-The temple image. Antoine was the most insistent with asking aBBH about what he think it is. Maybe to confirm if qBBH REMEMBER something about the past. And qAntoine complain to Cucurucho for this thing being "too soon". I could guess the "deal" (The shake hands yellow and black) is something related to both of them in some way.
-The text in the Rebellion about qBBH. The "It is strange that nothing bad has happened. Or maybe it happened a long time ago." Maybe that is about the pact… or what qBBH recently told to his childrens. He has to leave or could be worse. Or, the way he said after talk to qTina: "The more time I spend in a place, the more dangerous it becomes."
-qAntoine has a tittle said by Cucurucho: "The Watchful Scribe". He already has a lot of information about everyone. And it said that Antoine himself know the role of every character for the need of his own role.
-qBBH confirmed in the "Find the buttom" with qAntoine that he "Always watch from afar." in a omninous way. It's possibly a hint about them like a camaraderie elbow blow or just my biased way to think about a randoom chat.
-We cannot forget "The Watcher" himself. It could be other person. it could be something related to both, or just qAntoine, we don't know.
-Egg Island, where "The Watcher" was, appeared more eggs. qAntoine said to Pomme days ago "I know you as if I made you." (Or at least I understand it that way. Could be wrong) So MAYBE qAntoine is the one responsible for that and-
-Could someone finally give importance to the Census Bureau?!?! Is in FRENCH. And okey, I'm like crazy here for some reason but-- qAntoine confirmed to have 3 faces: "Everyone has multiple faces, I'm the only one showing them all" and "I have four actually, the last one is inside, I'd rather not show it" Can we Talk about Cucurucho's original name being ":)" and that are 2 more of them… AND THEN THE DARK ONE?! Am I crazy or not?! qAntoine created them as well?! Maybe are the Cucurucho prototypes inspired by ayrobot?!
-Dapper with his father have become the ones who do experiments like "Elena", the new misterious worker who aparently is part of the hibrid experiments on other residents like qBaghera. Dapper told his dad it could be dangerous if The Federation knows about his investigations. It's a good parallel/way to fusion the concepts.
-(I FORGOT THIS ONE !! (Editing editing)) The first day that qBBH returned to Quesadilla Island from Egg Island, he was surprised to see qEtoiles and qBagi and said "how did you get there if you're not dead?" // When qAntoine returned and was chatting with qtubbo, his comment was "I was dead, I think, but not anymore, I was tired of being dead" LIKE--…WHAT.
Sorry my weird english. I talk spanish and now that the translations with the new system are a posibility I'm trying to get into the french lore. I really really love it!
#qsmp#qsmp theory#qsmp dapper#qsmp pomme#qsmp aypierre#qsmp antoine#qsmp bbh#Am I crazy or just somehow that makes totally sense?
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Happy birthday, my love.
Trafalgar Law x male!reader
A/n: it has some weird smut because it's 11:38 pm when I made this.
My masterlist
"Of course captain wouldn't want to celebrate his birthday... he thinks birthdays are... exaggerated" Shachi huffed while explaining that to the crew
"So... what, are we just gonna keep silent for the whole day?" (Y/n) questions, he is the crew's scribe.
Him and the emo captain have gotten along since day one, which was a plus since they have to work closely together to keep the needed documents updated and organized nicely.
So it was honestly a rumour that those two were dating, they are actually not. They would consider themselves "platonic".
But for the crew, it doesn't seem that way for the said emo captain.
The way he looks at him, the way he acts around him, even the tone and the way he speaks to him is different than the rest.
It's obvious that he likes (y/n), but it seems like it wasn't obvious to the man since he isn't catching.
Actually, he did. But he just brushed it off as him over exaggerating it and thinking it was a friendly tone.
The crew had enough of said "charade" and never ending "gazes from a far", "sexual tension", as well as some "awkward glances at each other" everytime.
So since it was the captain's birthday... the crew wanted to give him a gift.
And (y/n) was an accessory.
"Huh? Me??" (Y/n) grumbled as he wrote down some notes that were needed to proceed to the next island, "what the hell do I do? Distract him while you guys prepare for a surprise party? Shachi already said it himself, captain wouldn't want a celebration."
"When we meant 'accessory'... we actually meant..." penguin muttered as (y/n) slowly lifts his head to glare at penguin and the crew
"Go on..."
"Uh-..." penguin sweats rather harshly
"Look... we just want to give captain one gift, (y/n), ONE GIFT!" Ikkaku said, "so please help us...!"
"Ugh..." he groaned, "fine. As long as you count my contributions."
"Everyone has their own contribution!" Shachi grinned brightly
"What gift...?" Bepo asked, "I wasn't informed!"
"Don't worry Bepo, your part is the most crucial part because you'll be the one delivering the gift to captain!" Klione smiled as the bear brightened up and nodded
(Y/n) just sighed as he placed down his glasses, "what do you want me to do?"
"Here." Shachi said, handing him some juice, "because it'll be a long one..."
He rolled his eyes before drinking the juice and listening to their ridiculous plan of buying what they think the captain would like and stuff them into a big box with his favourite colours as wrapping and ribbon.
While they spoke, (y/n) could feel himself start weaken a bit, head spinning, and the vision started to get blurry.
And until he knew it, he was already knocked out
"Sorry we had to drug you (y/n)!" Ikkaku cried, "please forgive us when you wake up!"
"If he can walk after what we'll do." Shachi muttered, as a shiver ran up his back
"Eh? What'll we do?" Bepo asks innocently
"Don't worry Bepo, everything will be alright" Klione said
"Okay..."
Later...
"Here." Ikkaku smiled as she viewed her hardwork.
A big box with all the contents wrapped inside in black and yellow wrapping paper with it's matching black ribbon
"Carry it over to captain carefully, okay? It's kinda heavy so be careful, oh! And tell him to enjoy his gift as we'll be out tonight." Shachi advised the bear.
"Huh? Where are we going?" The bear asks as he lifts the box, "oh wow... this IS heavy..."
"Yep!" Penguin chuckled, "now as soon as you tell him your goodbyes, let's all go out for drinks, we also kinda booked a hotel so that captain can enjoy his gifts in peace."
"Hm...? Why would-"
"We actually gave captain a lot of Sora, warrior of the seas comic" Klione whispered to Bepo as the bear gasped.
Law would always want eace when reading, even comics.
The bear soon nodded with excitement, "no wonder it's heavy! Alrighty, I'll join you on the deck as soon as I deliver this."
The crew nods as Bepo left with the box
"Really sorry, (y/n)..." Jean bart said
"I hope captain gives you mercy..." the rest of the crew muttered.
...
Bepo knocked on the door of Law's bedroom door as Law himself opened it with an annoyed look.
He was slightly annoyed nobody even greeted him "happy birthday" but he kinda wished this upon himself.
"Happy birthday captain!" The bear said happily, "this is a gift for you, the crew made it and we all contributed to it!"
Law sighed with a chuckle, "oh? I see... tell everyone thanks"
"Oh, and captain... Shachi said that we'll be out drinking tonight and we booked a hotel so you'd enjoy your gift in peace" the bear informs as he placed the box gently inside his room
"Oh? How... considerate..." he grumbled before Bepo excused himself.
"Goodnight captain, I hope you enjoy your gift!" Bepo said before leaving in such a happy mood
"What do they mean by that...?" He muttered, before shaking his head, closing the door and locking it as he always does.
Law soon walked up to the big box and pulled on the big ribbon that held it together, removing the lid, he almost died of nosebleed when he saw (y/n) passed out inside.
(Y/n) himself was partly naked other than what seemed to be a man's lingerie that weekly covered his body, tied up by shibari ropes, and inside were also some... "toys" for them to play with.
He was also blindfolded and a gag in his mouth.
Law gulped thickly before reaching inside and pulling him out.
(Y/n) started to wake up only to realize he was bound by xsomething in a dark surrounding and mouth covered with a... ball?
"Calm down..." Law's sexy voice calmed him, wait, law?!
"Mmhf-!"
"Shh..." law hummed as he could feel himself start to grow and his pants a little tighter than he remembers, "I've got you..."
He placed the man down on the bed before removing the blindfold in his eyes.
(Y/n) basically scanned everything and only noticed he was in nothing but lingerie when the cold air of his room bit his skin, as well as Law looking at him like he was some meal he wanted to devour.
"Looks like the crew played you good" Law smirked mischievously
"Mmh- mhf!"
"Let you go, you say? Ahh... but it is my birthday... shouldn't I enjoy my gift?" Law basically grinned at him with a smug look
(Y/n) scoffed as he tried to break free only for Law to get out of bed and back to the box to retrieve doem things and return while he was busy getting out of the ropes.
"Come now... be a good little boy and listen to daddy" Law chuckled when he saw (y/n) swallow thickly.
He lifted his tied up legs against his chest and bit his lower lip when he noticed how the lingerie had a hole around the ass area.
"My, my... the crew certainly knows my taste..." he chuckled as he kept the legs in the air just long enough for him to coat his fingers in lube and rub the younger man's hole deliciously.
It made (y/n) jolt with pleasure as the cold liquid, matched with Law's warm fingers, was now abusing his back hole by rubbing it and even entering a finger inside only to pop them back out. He let out a whine unexpectedly and throw his head back as the captain continued to toy with the now wet hole.
"Hey now... I don't want you coming. Alright?" He smirked as he placed his legs back down before grabbing the underwear part of the lingerie and basically ripping it off the scribe's body making the wearer gasp, "oh look... you're awake."
Law now played with (y/n)'s hard dick, pumping it, licking the precum off, and squeezing it until law was holding what seemed to be a small metal wand
"I think you can scream but thanks to the gag, it'll be muffled. Only I can hear." He smirked as he brought the small wand down to his dick and swirling the said metal rod around before the tip, that was slightly pointed, pressed against the slit of his already hard dick.
He tried to tell him not to do it but he pretended not to see and continues to pushing the rod inside the slit making him moan against the gag and throwing his head back as well as his eyes rolling to the back of his head in a weird pleasurable feeling.
The rod had small bumps embedded into it so he felt that as well until the rod was fully inside, his dick tried to leak precum but was stopped by the wand. It was twitching and he couldn't control it.
"Mmhh... what a pleasing noise..." law smirked as he lifted his legs up again and slowly pressed the tip of what felt like... wet rubber. And it was cold, giving (y/n) a shiver.
"This dildo is oddly shaped... but I'm sure you'll be able to handle it." Law smirked as he gasped when he felt the sudden push of said toy inside.
It wa indeed oddly shaped, giving more pleasure than anything.
He moaned against the gag until Law paused to take the gag off and continue pushing the toy inside until it was all the way in to the base.
(Y/n) panted heavily with saliva while gazing at the ceiling.
The immense pleasure makes him want to cum but he can't die to the rod stopping it from coming out.
"C-captain please... let me cum..." he moaned with stammered moans.
"What about... no." Law laughed, "you don't know how long I've been waiting for this moment and I am not letting this go."
And with that, Law continued to play with his hole, in different ways than one.
What? The box had all the toys Law wanted to try on (y/n), why not use it?
And after all those, he saved the best for last.
The rope was long gone as (y/n) clutched the bed under him, his chest against the mattress and a pillow keeping his already tired hips up, much to his own dismay since it was giving Law full view of what he had done to abuse the scribe.
"T-this..." (y/n) swallowed before moaning, "daddy... please." He cried.
It honestly gave Law the feeling of pride as he saw him cleanch around the big vibrator inside.
"Mmhh... look at how big your hole is..." he muttered while smirked and slowly pulling the toy out, "but don't worry... last toy."
"D-daddy pretty please...!" (Y/n) begged as he gasped as the pop sound when he pulled the toy out entirely.
"What was that? I don't hear ya." Law chuckled as he pushed the anal beads inside at once making (y/n) gasped and cry out loudly.
"D-daddy... please... let me-- ah-~" (y/n) cut himself off when he pulled on the string and one bead came out.
"Don't worry, I'll remove it... later." Law mused as he watched, and heard, (y/n) cry out from everytime he pulls a bead out until it was all out, "should I use a condom or just lube...?"
"D-daddy..."
"Alright. No condom" he grinned as he removed the rod from inside the scribe's body in one swift pull making him cry loudly and instantly cum out loads.
"Oh my... so much." Law brought a hand up and started to lick his hand clean of his mess while (y/n) watched in sick fascination until he was finished, "I did such a number on your hole" he smirked once he parted his cheeks to see the clenching hole.
"You did that...!" He whined making the other laugh out loud before snapping his hips against him, making his whole length go inside without warning and the scribe to moan out like a cow.
Law continued to thrust ever so strongly against the younger one's ass as the other moaned like a cow in heat.
"How does it feel? Talk to me."
"L-law...! Ah- please...!"
"Don't worry, I'm close." He smirked before finally releasing his hot and heavy load inside.
"Law...!" He moaned before slowly resting against the bed, heavily panting.
Law remained stuffed inside as he pushed the toys off the bed and laying down, still inside the younger man and pulling him close.
"Best birthday ever..." law muttered before kissing (y/n) deeply
"Law... you're still-"
"I know, I know... just... stay like this, I'll pull out later" he smiled, "but I'm serious... best birthday every"
(Y/n) could only muster a small huff, "happy birthday, my love..." he muttered before passing out to sleep
Law smiled softly and kissed her shoulder, "I love you too..."
#random#night thoughts#trafalgar law#law x reader#trafalgar law x reader#law x y/n#one piece#trafalgar d law x reader#trafalgar d water law#trafalgar law x y/n#trafalgar law smut#trafalgar d law#trafalgar one piece#trafalgar law x reader smut#trafalgardwaterlaw#law smut#law x reader smut#law x you#one piece law#op.law#op law#op#one piece trafalgar d water law#one piece trafalgar law#kinktober
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Book Review: The Adventures of Amina al-Sirafi by Shannon Chakraborty
@thisisyourbrainoncomics this is for you!!
okay so we all know this is about a retired pirate captain who is now a mother
she lives on a small island and does NOT want to go out again (welllll maybe a little bit but shhhhh)
a rich woman finds her and persuades (ie blackmails) her into finding her kidnapped granddaughter
amina goes and gets the band back together! her poisoner/chemist, her first mate, and her navigator (shenanigans ensue) (they have such hysterical dynamics, that feel effortlessly established from their introductions)
oh btw she is telling this story aloud to a scribe who occasionally interjects and the audiobook handles this masterfully (i highly recommend the audiobook for reading this, i think it sets the tone perfectly as well)
also it's pretty funny, which no one told me???
there is more and more magic steadily revealed as the story goes on
there is a slight daevabad crossover for fans of the series!
there are quite a few queer characters!!
i really enjoyed the conversations around religion, i thought they were very nuanced
i don't want to say more about the plot because SPOILERS
this was a five star experience but i definitely had some issues with the book but isnt that how it goes, ive never met a perfect book lol
if you love high fantasy, you need to try this book!!
#the adventures of amina al sirafi#shannon chakraborty#sa chakraborty#my book reviews#booklr#fantasy books
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In this trying times I've decided that I'm cringe but free, so I can post as well my Power Point presentation about OFMD for my English classes I made a year ago 😌🫴🏻
5 Reasons Why You Shouldn't Watch OUR FLAG MEANS DEATH
1. It's about pirates
1717. The Golden Age of Piracy.
Wealthy landowner Stede Bonnet set out to find adventure and renown on the high seas. And he met a famous legend – the dread pirate Blackbeard. We watch their adventures, exchange of experience and confrontation with the Navy. This is the moment when you begin to remember notorious works inspired by pirate culture. For example "Treasure Island", 'Pirates of the Caribbean" , "Assassin's Creed". And you think... haven't we had enough? Haven’t we seen and known everything about pirates? Enough is enough. Come up with something new, folks
2. It's a comedy
When you think about comedies, I believe your head is filling up with moments from your favorite movies and shows. The good and old quality content that went through fire and water and made you laugh so many times. They don' t make anything like this nowadays. And we are used to an empty and similar shell of comedies. So you need to ask yourself: do you really want to laugh out loud until your belly hurts, because that is what you will get if you start to watch “Our Flag Means Death”. The perfect timing and delivery, the combination of the old setting and new realities, the general idiocy of situations will bring you to the edge of tears. Do you really need this? Is it really worth it? Yeah, I thought so.
3. It has a brilliant cast
You won't find a show with such an ethnically diverse cast anywhere else. Yes, this is a show about pirates who spread fear on the shores of the West Indies and were persecuted by the British Navy, but your fellow aristocrat from Barbados speaks with a New Zealand accent. The scariest pirate in history not only also speaks with a New Zealand accent, he is also Māori. Your ordinary pirate crew has a cannibal, a weirdo with a cleaver, a killing machine and a scribe among others. You'll just be constantly distracted by thinking how well the actors nailed their roles.
4. It makes you believe in love again
You think you're watching a silly little comedy about pirates, but then you start realizing that you believe in love again. How could that happen?
The two main characters met when they needed each other the most. The terrible pirate Blackbeard - a living legend - has lost the will to live. Wealthy landowner Stede Bonnet escaped from the trap of aristocratic life. The spark that ran between them, in a favorable, open and trusting space, turned into deep feelings. One didn't realize their power, the other didn't realize them at all, but both were willing to sacrifice everything for each other. Do you really need to believe in love again? In this economy?
5. It's an ongoing series
The first season was realized last year. The second season is expected this spring. The plot can take any turn. This is not a safe watching of an already ended show. For example the real pirates in the real world, aka Stede No-Middle-Name Bonnet and Edward Teach Or Thatch, parted and both died in 1718. Literally a year after the events described in the first season. No one wants to watch a show where the main characters who are in love with each other die in the end.
These are five reasons why you shouldn't watch this show if you don't want to constantly think about pirates.
#our flag means death#ofmd#renew as a crew#saveofmd#blackbonnet#gentlebeard#stede bonnet#the gentleman pirate#blackbeard#edward teach#jim jimenez#oluwande boodhari#wee john feeney#frenchie#the swede#nathaniel buttons#black pete#lucius spriggs#roach ofmd#izzy hands#fang ofmd#ivan ofmd#archie ofmd#zheng yi sao#spanish jackie#anne bonny#mary read
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A recent drawing of Bear, my MudWing OC!
I actually made Bear before the protagonist of The Dangerous Gift was announced, and I came up with an OC as a way to make a MudWing protagonist.
I can shift details around depending on the RP, but these are canon-compliant ideas I had at the time, updated based on what I know about how the story ends.
The prologue would likely be from Glory or Queen Moorhen's perspective, as they meet up to discuss the MudWings killed in the Rainforest. During the meeting, Moorhen's scribe (Bear) bursts into tears, explaining that the bodies they brought out were the last of their sibs. Bear is an only child now.
Timeskip to after the War of Sandwing Succession, and after Darkstalker has been defeated. Bear is travelling around Pyrrhia. after learning they're an only child, Moorhen insisted that Bear take time off to pursue their dream of studying the world and documenting it in scrolls to be published all over.
Throughout this, Bear is haunted by the deaths of their sibs but is distracting themselves with research, refusing to acknowledge the pain they're in.
During their research, they're trying to figure out a way to get past the great ice cliff to interview some icewings, and they sleep on an island, and wake up to being surrounded by pantalan dragons!
from here it's fuzzy on the details, but I picture that throughout the story, Bear learns to admit that they're not okay and they need help.
The book ends with Bear talking with Moorhen about what Mudwing should be sent to Pantala to defeat the Othermind, but they end up talking about Bear's situation, and organising Bear to become an unsib.
Bear isn't too keen on it, because they feel that it'd be replacing the siblings they lost, and they worry about upsetting the balance of an already established sibling dynamic. That's when Moorhen offers to let Bear join HER sib troop.
Throughout the story, Bear would have likened Moorhen to a big sister to the entire tribe, the Bigwings to rule all bigwings. So this offer delights Bear, and the book ends with them choosing Bullfrog for muscle, and Bear learning that admitting there's a problem is the first step to fixing it.
I don't think it's a better story than what we got with Snowfall, but I think it's neat. and in my mind, Bear exists in WoF, they're just in the background.
#art#my art#wings of fire#wof#wings of fire art#wings of fire oc#wings of fire design#wingsoffire#wof art#mudwing#wings of fire mudwing
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