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444rockstargf · 28 days

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HI!!!

Soooo i have a request for charlie🤭🤭

I was thinking maybe the reader has had a crush on charlie since, like, the beginning of the school year or something, but she’s seen him flirting with Kirby on and off. Charlie ends up seeing the reader pissed after he flirts with Kirby and teases the reader about it…which ends up with them in an argument/memoir session maybe? maybe soft dom charlie? idk idk🤭 anywho have an amazing day!! xoxo

omg this request made me realize that I havent written for charlie in ages!

"when you gonna ditch that stupid (*)" | charlie walker

meet me in the pale moonlight. - lana del rey

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female!reader x charlie

word count: 913

contents: smoking, jealousy, charlie being a loser

you didn’t care much for school. classes were redundant and monotonous, there was always some sort of drama that you got yourself roped into, and unfortunately for you, you’d always be the second choice for charlie walker. truly embarrassing.

if the flannels and button-up shirts didn’t classify him as a nerd, then the fact that he was a complete film geek and could quote every line in the scream franchise verbatim definitely did. so it was completely lost on you how he’d managed to score a girl like kirby reed.

as you hastily put in your combination into your rusted lock, down the hallway you heard charlie crack a stupid joke to kirby, earning a forced laugh out of her. you glanced at them through your peripherals as they passed by, seeing the way he looked at her with such infatuation and that stupid grin on his face.

you bit your lip, looking into your locker as a sting of envy coiled in your gut. it wasn’t like you were undesirable or anything. you frequently got your fair share of being asked on dates and cute little notes in your locker, but your heart knew exactly what it wanted.

kirby and charlie parted ways, their interaction ending with kirby giving him a playful slap on the chest before walking away. he stood in the center of the hallway, looking like he had just won the lottery with the way he was beaming. you rolled your eyes, slamming your locker shut and trudging out of the building. you had a class right now, but any intention you had of showing up had vanished instantly.

the sun blinded you momentarily, the warmth of the outside wrapping you in a gleaming blanket. you made your way to the fountain, sitting down on the edge and setting down your bookbag. you dug into your pocket, fishing out a nearly empty pack of cigarettes and a hot-pink lighter with a worn-out ghostface sticker on it. a stupid little gift charlie had given you in freshman year.

you tucked the cigarette in between your teeth, lighting it and taking a long drag. you fiddled with you lighter, your mind starting to wander to how you got in this position in the first place. you could’ve sworn that he liked you back. just a month ago, you two had gotten drunk at a party and he’d asked if you wanted to see his movie collection. a strange request, yes, but it was his own way of showing his affection. but now it seemed like he was just playing you like a cheap yoyo.

“smoking on school grounds? how scandalous.” his geeky voice snapped you back to reality. you looked up to see him standing above you, his auburn hair looking like pure gold in the sunshine. you rolled your eyes, exhaling a thin ribbon of smoke. “sue me.” you muttered as he sat down beside you.

you were angry at him but god, why did he have to look so ethereal? his ice-cold irises were swallowed by his pupils as he looked at you, his thigh brushing against you. “i… i haven’t seen you in a while. h-how’ve you been?” he plastered a smile onto his face, obviously uncomfortable by this interaction.

you scoffed. “save me the small talk, charlie. what do you want?” he pouted a little, looking more pathetic than ever. “you mad at me or something?” you turned away slightly, not wanting to see his face or else your cold demeanor may break. he snaked an arm around your waist. “you’re too pretty to be mad, y’know?”

you twirled the cigarette between your fingers. ”i bet you say that to all the girls…” he froze for a moment before smirking a little. “oh, that’s what this is about. you’re jealous, huh?” he pulled you in closer, almost pulling you onto his lap before you began to squirm. “quit it, will you? you can’t just pretend to like me then go ahead and eyefuck kirby everytime you talk to her.”

he raised an eyebrow. “so it’s fine for you to get asked out by every guy in school but when i talk to another girl you get all mad at me?” he scoffed. you shook your head, putting a hand on his shoulder to turn him back to you. “i reject every single one of them in hopes that one day you’ll gather up the balls to ask me out.” you froze up. you hadn’t meant to reveal that much to me.

but a hint of a smile lit up his face. he glanced down, looking at the lighter in your hand and taking in the sight of the conspicuous sticker on it. he took your hand into his, opening yours to get a better look. “w-woah… you still have this..?” you rolled your eyes a little. “don’t get any ideas. i’ve tried to get it off but it wouldn’t budge.”

he laughed a little, holding you close to him. you felt his faint heartbeat against your back, letting a moment of silence drape over you two. then he spoke again. “h-hey, i never finished showing you my movie collection. are you down tonight to take a look at the rest of them?” it was your turn to roll your eyes. “i swear, you’re the biggest loser in the world.”

he beamed with joy, giving you a tight squeeze around your waist. “i’ll take that as a yes.”

author's note: i'm so sorry that this took so long to get out, I've been so unorganized lately :((

#444rockstargf #rory culkin #charlie walker x reader #charlie walker #rory culkin x reader #scream #scream franchise #scream movie #scre4m #scream 4 #scream movies #rory culkin smut #smut #lana unreleased #lana del rey unreleased #lana del rey

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15-lizards · 9 months

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Heyy I was wondering if you could do the Cragnnomen (house Reed) and what they would wear since they live in swamps,, thank youuu

My frog eating faves yasss

Crannogmen are really just whatever you think of when you think of poor medieval ppl. They don’t got a lot to work with in the swamps. Very roughspun wool clothing, rope corded belts, old repurposed cloaks and over-garments, worn leather bags. Things that can easily be removed or added to an outfit, depending on the season, or depending on what they’re doing, whether it’s fishing or farming. In canon all of the Crannogmen are very poor, even the reeds to some extent. They are just eking out a living in the swamps

You very rarely see a crannogman unless they want you to see them, but if you do happen to catch a glimpse, they’re probably dressed like this. When they’re outside of their homes, especially for the women, clothing becomes very lightweight and easy to move around in. And old tunic, fitted breeches, high boots, and usually some sort of vest or jacket tied with a leather belt that they can shove their tools into. Even the Reeds frequently wear things like this, as I highly doubt they’re just sitting in their castle. They’re moving around, getting shit done #meerareedgirlboss

#asoiaf #asoiaf hair and clothing #crannogmen my beloveds #reeds my unproblematic faves #don’t worry Baratheons youre still my problematic faves

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simverses · 1 year

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WFS Beach Converted for Sims 4

Medieval sim beach bums also want rustic stuff! Sims 2 Creator Nofrena/Wood for Sims knew this, and here is her Beach set converted for Sims 4. It's a huge set, including both items for the beach in Sulani (or Tartosa!) or for a spot with a pond and water where the sims go fishing. In Sulani you can easily place the water items in the water, on other lots, use T.O.O.L.

Oh, and some of it is of course not medieval. But there are a lot of Rustic yearners out there! Death to plastic!

In this set:

Two boat loungers. Equipped with special flexible wood from Sulani! :P (You will see what I mean when they use them :D )

Functionality like those plastic ones.

Beach Bouy

One beach ball deco to place on land

One beach ball deco to place on water

One deco column, handy for the hammocks if there are no trees nearby.

Functional rope fence, find in build mode.

4 different deco net fences in different lengths and heights

Two Drying Racks with fish (deco)

One Beach Towel with patterns from the set, not really showing all the swatches in play, will fix when figuring that one out.

Beach Towel default replacement - not sure how well it works, take it out if you dont like it or report back to me how it works out! You can have only ONE default replacement, as usual. Towels exist in both cheap and expensive version but looks the same, not sure which one works. Delete them all if they annoy you.

One Beach Divider Screen (Well there you see the towel and how it should look :P)

One Diving Board, adaptation of the WFS one for Sims 2, works with pools.

One Bucket with Dried Fish (deco)

One Fish Trap (functional) place on water

One Fish Trap deco version

One Small Round Fountain

One Big Round Fountain

One Waterfall Fountain

One functional Beach Hammock for adult and kids (looks better when they just relax..)

One functional Beach Hammock for toddlers

One Lounge Recliner - German model

One Loveseat - also German model, popular on the southern shores of the Baltic sea :)

Beach recliner made of fishnet

Pool Ladder, rustic model

Beach Reed - 2 variations. place in ponds and moots

Beach Stones, 5 variations

Sunshades (Parasols) - 2 variations

Water Lilies, 4 variations, a bit smaller than the EA ones

Boat Bed - to sleep in when you get tired of the sun or if you have to live on the beach (Hey, I know the blanket goes though the wood. Beggars are not chosers. Be happy there is a blanket!)

Deco boats: Being painted, Upside down, and a normal one.

End table, which is a leg bend, but works as an end table :P

Ship in Bottle deco

Small deco ship to place on water or land

Deco Floor Planks, to create walkways on the hot beach sand.

Download WFS Beach set (Curseforge)

Find the other sets here:

WFS Big Barn Add-Ons for Horses (Curseforge)

WFS Big Barn Furniture (Curseforge)

WFS Big Barn Build (Curseforge)

WFS Big Barn Decorative (Curseforge)

WFS Big Barn Extras (Curseforge)

WFS Winery Set (Curseforge)

Download WFS Old West Walls & Floors (Curseforge)

Rustic matching spiral stairs (Curseforge)

Olden stuff for pets (Curseforge)

Happy Winterfest! Reminder: Midsummer is just 6 months away.

#sims 4 cc #sims 4 #sims historical #sims 4 medieval #ts2 to ts4 #sims 4 wfs #sims 4 rustic #sims 4 buybuild

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lichennose · 11 months

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World-building in Building Thunder #1 - The Wondrous World of Weaving Galepaw, WindClan’s medicine apprentice, collects sorrel and lavender in a small basket harness.

The cats in Stars Above can weave! Woven cases are used to transport all sorts of goods, typically prey or herbs. These cases are crafted out of grass, reeds, cattail leaves, vines, brambles, and honeysuckle - materials are dried before any actual weaving takes place. Weaving is a time-consuming but important task for all four Clans.

Twine - Simple twine is crafted from willowbark, woven grass, vines, or blackberry brambles. It’s used to tie together other materials.

Healer’s Rope - Sturdy string crafted from stinging nettle fibers. - Used to make splints for limbs, tie herb bundles, and hang up herbs to dry.

Baskets - The hardest project a weaver can undertake, baskets are tricky to get right and take a long time to put together. Due to this, a Clan typically has only 2-3 baskets at a time - when not in use, they’re stored in a dry, sheltered spot within camp. - Always have some sort of handle and cover! The handle is a sturdy reed that can be replaced when worn out. The cover is a woven mat that’s secured by being slipped over a piece of bone, stick, etc tied into the basket wall. - Held in the mouth via the handle. - Sometimes decorated with flowers or colorful shells!

Pouches - Smaller version of a basket; these are easier to make and transport, but hold less. A Clan always has more pouches than baskets. - Held in the mouth with a twine handle or slipped onto a basket harness.

Basket Harnesses - Kittycat backpacks! - Small woven baskets attached to a woven harness that slips over the body. Used to transport plants, prey, and other small objects like rocks or shells. - The size of the basket varies depending on its intended use. In the featured art, Galepaw has a small basket intended for carrying small amounts of herbs. - Most often utilized by medicine cats when carrying herbs to another Clan for trading or when gathering large amounts at once. Also frequently used by warriors on fruitful hunting patrols or for gathering construction materials.

Fish Harnesses - Unique to RiverClan! Used to carry large fish from the river back to camp. - First, a flat surface is constructed out of sturdy sticks and tied together with thick twine. This is then tied to two separate harnesses worn by two different cats. These cats walk in tandem, supporting the fish between them. - Wearing a fish harness is awkward due to the weight distribution and teamwork required. Apprentices practice by carrying around rocks and smaller prey items. - RiverClan usually has 4-5 of these at any given time; warriors are careful not to break them, but accidents happen. New fish harnesses are usually crafted in late greenleaf, in preparation for the salmon run, and may be repurposed into basket harnesses for the following leafbare.

#lore #furb art #galepaw #warrior cats #warrior cats oc #warriors #warriors fanfic #warrior cats fanfic #warriors worldbuilding #warrior cats worldbuilding #weaving

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manaliimanderly · 6 months

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The Rescue of Manal Manderly:

Manal has been a prisoner for almost a year (10-11 months) during that time they have moved a lot in the cover of darkness from Sheepshead Hills, through the Lonely Hills, and into the thick forests of Long Lake.

The Location: The Little King Camp Important Players: The Little King, Manal Manderly, Nasir Manderly, and Jin Renshu, The Hugors, Reed and Manderly forces. Set up: While tracking the Umber forces they are met by the loyal hill tribe, they come to provide additional assistance in navigating through the thick forest.

While tracking they see one man at the lake fishing and then they see several more. As evening comes one of the Hugors, a Manderly, and of the hill tribesman.

The orange glow fires, the smell of fires, and sound of voices let them realize they could find the camp. They do not get too close.

Ren, Captain of the Hugors, and a man from the Reed forces use stealth as they sneak into the camp in the dead of night and make their way to the prison tent where they free Manal.

Manal and freed from the Little King and immediately taken by the Hugors who travel in the dark of night to return her to White Habour. Manderly men join them to offer her some security.

Manal has visibly changed and been altered by the events. She's quieter, holding herself together before people, and she rarely offered a smile. The ladies assisted in adding dark ropes of yarn to replace her loss hair and then covered her hair with a head wrap.

Nasir Manderly rides into the camp with his forces and together they destroy the camp, slaughtering the men and burning the camp to the ground.

The Little King Umber has escaped their grasps, his numbers lowering as he arrives to another camp where they present him with a possible light in the tunnel, the taken Princess Cassana Stark.

| @nasirofmanderlys @jin-renshu @cassvstark @amirofmanderlys |

#who am i without duty? i've nothing to my name but my name and even that is awaiting it's departure; manal visage #the return of manal manderly

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gyldowen-draws · 2 months

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Babe wake up. New niche fic just dropped!

Words: 2,488. Chapters: 1/2. Rating: Teen & Up.

Summary:

Corwyn is a simple man. The local dock worker, his only desires are to hunt in the forest and play music for the handsome fishermen. That all changes when Cassardis is attacked. Whether it be from bravery or pure stupidity, Corwyn takes a stand against the monsters that would destroy his home. He sacrifices his life so that the other villagers might live. Then he wakes up from death with no heart, and he must discover what it means to be a hero.

Check out the first part under the cut!

Valmiro was late. Once again.

Tapping his nail against the longest reed of the pan pipe in his hands, Corwyn scanned the even blue horizon for what felt like the hundredth time. Not a single sign of the rough canvas sail that would herald the arrival of the final boat of Cassardis’ fishing fleet.

Of course not.

When had Valmiro ever brought in his catch on time?

Corwyn sighed, letting his head fall back to lightly thunk against the wooden post that supported his reclining back. More than an hour had passed since Ramon had tossed Corwyn the mooring rope to lash his vessel to the dock. The fisherman had proudly boasted of calm waters and abundant shimmering schools just below the surface. His words had inspired a hope in Corwyn. A hope that maybe the fair seas would bless Valmiro with an easy catch and encourage him to return to the dock in a timely manner.

A hope that had been dashed upon the rocky breakwater some time ago.

Heaving out another tremendous sigh, Corwyn idly blew a few notes on his pipe, the sound sharp and clear.

By all rights, he ought not be out here, baking in the sun. Already his pale skin was pinkening, despite the paste Benita had given him to prevent burns from the harsh light. His heart yearned for the cool shade of the trees overhead, leaves whispering in the midday breeze. He had planned to check his rabbit snares early in hopes of catching the thief that had been helping himself to the freshly caught meat. Corwyn suspected the culprit was one of the wolves that prowled the woods beyond Cassardis’ walls, but he needed to be sure. He was loathe to set a trap to end the thief’s stealing for good in case it was a fox that had been enjoying Corwyn’s prospective dinner. It felt wrong to kill one of the Forest God’s messengers. And besides, he felt a certain kinship with the other red-headed hunters of the forest.

But be it fox or wolf or thrice-damned griffon, it mattered not until Valmiro dragged his lazy self back to port. Just because he seemed determined to shirk his duties didn’t mean that Corwyn would too. Corwyn had a job to do before he could run off to the forest, and the responsibility weighed heavy on his shoulders like a physical presence.

#ive tried to write this in a way that you dont need to know the source material #to be able to enjoy this fic!#dragon's dogma #dragons dogma #ddda #dragon's dogma dark arisen #fanfic #ao3 #ao3 fanfic #fantasy #gyldowen writes

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mrfancyfoot · 3 months

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Astarion x Evie (f!OC) | Rating: E | Read on AO3

Today's update is a fluffy little drabble <3

Requests are currently open for Patchwork.

Chapter 36: Pinky Swear

Rating: G / SFW Word Count: 223 Warnings: None

The only thing more binding than a devil's contract: the pinky swear

“You’re going to be right here?”

“Yep!” Evie’s eyes followed the rickety docks that lined the rocky beach. Ducks swam amidst the reeds of the bog waters to one side of the sands while fish darted in the sea shallows on the other, oblivious to the rumbles of her stomach driving her hunting.

“Right here?” Astarion gestured to the beach, pointedly indicating the sloping sands and brush from the cliffs on either side that created its natural seclusion. “Here?”

She rolled her eyes. “Astariooon, I’ll be fiiine!”

Oh, there was a big one!

“Evie, do not wander off.”

“I’ll send up a flare signal if there’s any trouble,” she said distractedly. “It’s not like you’re going far.” She saw coils of old rope on one of the docks that may be usable. If luck was on her side, there may be a net around, too. She could still set up some hook lines with what she had in her pack.

“Please, do so - but not what I said.” Astarion stared at her for a long moment, then deadpanned, “Evie, what did I say?”

She blinked and looked up at him. “‘Evie, do not wander off,’” she parroted back. She grabbed his hand and wrapped her little finger around his with a grin, shaking their hands. “Pinky swear!”

“Cute…” he responded dryly.

“Happy hunting!”

Thank-you for reading! <3

#baldurs gate astarion #baldur's gate 3 fanfic #astarion x oc #astarion x tav #astarion fluff #astarion x mc #astarion fanfic #patchwork plots #mrfancyfoot

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officialyourdailyinspiration · 1 year

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God's Power Shown in Leviathan

1 “Can you pull in Leviathan with a fishhook or tie down its tongue with a rope? 2 Can you put a cord through its nose or pierce its jaw with a hook? 3 Will it keep begging you for mercy? Will it speak to you with gentle words? 4 Will it make an agreement with you for you to take it as your slave for life? 5 Can you make a pet of it like a bird or put it on a leash for the young women in your house? 6 Will traders barter for it? Will they divide it up among the merchants? 7 Can you fill its hide with harpoons or its head with fishing spears? 8 If you lay a hand on it, you will remember the struggle and never do it again! 9 Any hope of subduing it is false; the mere sight of it is overpowering. 10 No one is fierce enough to rouse it. Who then is able to stand against me? 11 Who has a claim against me that I must pay? Everything under heaven belongs to me.

12 “I will not fail to speak of Leviathan’s limbs, its strength and its graceful form. 13 Who can strip off its outer coat? Who can penetrate its double coat of armor? 14 Who dares open the doors of its mouth, ringed about with fearsome teeth? 15 Its back has rows of shields tightly sealed together; 16 each is so close to the next that no air can pass between. 17 They are joined fast to one another; they cling together and cannot be parted. 18 Its snorting throws out flashes of light; its eyes are like the rays of dawn. 19 Flames stream from its mouth; sparks of fire shoot out. 20 Smoke pours from its nostrils as from a boiling pot over burning reeds. 21 Its breath sets coals ablaze, and flames dart from its mouth. 22 Strength resides in its neck; dismay goes before it. 23 The folds of its flesh are tightly joined; they are firm and immovable. 24 Its chest is hard as rock, hard as a lower millstone. 25 When it rises up, the mighty are terrified; they retreat before its thrashing. 26 The sword that reaches it has no effect, nor does the spear or the dart or the javelin. 27 Iron it treats like straw and bronze like rotten wood. 28 Arrows do not make it flee; slingstones are like chaff to it. 29 A club seems to it but a piece of straw; it laughs at the rattling of the lance. 30 Its undersides are jagged potsherds, leaving a trail in the mud like a threshing sledge. 31 It makes the depths churn like a boiling caldron and stirs up the sea like a pot of ointment. 32 It leaves a glistening wake behind it; one would think the deep had white hair. 33 Nothing on earth is its equal— a creature without fear. 34 It looks down on all that are haughty; it is king over all that are proud.” — Job 41 | New International Version (NIV) Holy Bible, New International Version®, NIV® Copyright ©1973, 1978, 1984, 2011 by Biblica, Inc.® All rights reserved worldwide. Cross References: Exodus 19:5; Deuteronomy 10:14; 1 Samuel 11:1; 2 Kings 19:28; Job 3:8; Job 28:8; Job 40:19; Isaiah 40:7; Job 42:1; Isaiah 41:15; Jeremiah 49:19; Jeremiah 50:44; Zechariah 9:15; Matthew 27:66; Romans 11:35; 1 Corinthians 10:26

#God #God's power #Leviathan #Job 41 #Book of Job #Old Testament #NIV #New International Version Bible #Biblica Inc.

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hexjulia · 11 months

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good morning how about making your morning even better by remembering about 2nd century author oppian writing a poem about the sea fishes and fishing. it really is fun to read! some excerpts

"No hounds guide the fishers on their seaward path — for the tracks of the swimming tribes are unseen — nor do they see where the fish will encounter them and come within range of capture; for not by one path does the fish travel. In feeble hairs and bent hooks of bronze and in reeds and nets the fishers have their strength."

the description of fishes are sooo

"Others in the deeps under the sea abide in their lairs; to wit, the Sea-sheep and the Hepatus and the Prepon. Strong and large of body are they, but slowly they roll upon their way; wherefore also they never leave their own cleft, but just there they lie in wait beside their lair for any fish that may approach, and bring sudden doom on lesser fishes. Among these also is numbered the Hake, which beyond all fishes shrinks from the bitter assault of the Dog-star in summer, and remains retired within his dark recess and comes not forth so long as the breath of the fierce star prevails.

A fish there is which haunts the sea-washed rocks, yellow of aspect and in like build unto the Grey Mullet; some men call him Adonis; others name him the Sleeper-out, because he takes his sleep outside the sea and comes to the land, alone of all them that have gills, those folds of the mouth, on either side. For when calm hushes the works of the glancing sea, he hastes with the hasting tide and, stretched upon the rocks, takes his rest in fine weather. But he fears the race of sea-birds which are hostile to him; if he sees any of them approach, he hops like a dancer until, as he rolls on and on, the sea-wave receives him safe from the rocks."

"Companion of the open seas likewise is the Echeneïs. It is slender of aspect, in length a cubit, its colour dusky, its nature like that of the eel; under its head its mouth slopes sharp and crooked, like the barb of a curved hook. A marvellous thing have mariners remarked of the slippery Echeneïs, hearing which a man would refuse to believe it in his heart; for always the mind of inexperienced men is hard to persuade, and they will not believe even the truth. When a ship is straining under stress of a strong wind, running with spread sails over the spaces of the sea, the fish gapes its tiny mouth and stays all the ship underneath, constraining it below the keel; and it cleaves waves no more for all its haste but is firmly stayed, even as if it were shut up in a tideless harbour. All its canvas groans upon the forestays, the ropes creak, the yard-arm bends under the stress of the breeze, and on the stern the steersman gives every rein to the ship, urging her to her briny path. But she nor heeds the helm nor obeys the winds nor is driven by the waves but, fixed fast, remains against her will and is fettered for all her haste, rooted on the mouth of a feeble fish. And the sailors tremble to see the mysterious bonds of the sea, beholding a marvel like unto a dream. As when in the woods a hunter lies in wait for a swift-running Deer and smites her with winged arrow on the leg and stays her in her course; and she for all her haste, transfixed with compelling pain, unwillingly awaits the bold hunter; even such a fetter doth the spotted fish cast about the ship which it encounters, and from such deeds it gets its name."

there are SO many good ones

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laststandx3 · 7 months

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this episode of daryl dixon i decided i would leave common sense at the door and take a double dose of suspension of disbelief, and let me tell you, it helped a lot. now i don't have to ask questions like: where the food comes from? how comes the bad guys have clean and ironed clothes, electricity, running water but the good guys don't have beans for soup? why every french person knows the exact convert rate from kilometers to miles? why there's no useful electronic like a a working radio? how comes they still have bullets? if the zombies are so easy to kill, why nobody cleaned up the street? why norman reeds looks like he never touched a fish in his life and doesn't want to start now? why french people start singing the anthem in the middle of a speech? or when they see a man about to fight a zombie? why do the bad guys have a zombie/gladiator arena instead of idk being generic evil in any other way? why do they imply that the people lining up to enter the show were there against their will if they are all cheering now?

anyway, now we can go back to focus only on the plot and the characters. good news: in the series titled daryl dixon, the 5th episode out of 6 is finally about daryl dixon. we find out how he get to france (sort of), it didn't had much relevance on the plot so i don't see why they kept if for dramatic value. but on daryl side at least something happened. on Isabelle side, writers weren't sure what to do with her, so we see her plotting how to kill Quinn, (she calls it off bc he quotes some catholic text about redemption, but this isn't brought up again, so it's more likely that it was just for that scene) she then thinks about killing herself but ish..also it's breakfast time, we don't to those things in front of a fresh salad. So at last she decides she will manipulate Quinn: it wasn't an hard task bc he's been simping for the past decade. Imo Isabelle lost her agency around ep 3 when the writers put her in idle. i hope the next episode she'll do something active. so far she's just been brought places. Laurant (little jesus) is the worst. but he's a kid- No. he deserved a face slap from paris to cannes. he cut the rope to the boat they were using to get to safety, bc he has abandonment issues? daryl calls him little shit and forgives him right away. you'll have to walk at least 100km in a place full of zombies, without food, without shelter, your other friend that was helping you just died in the worst way ever written and you cut our chance at safety? i'm leaving your ass! they in fact get captured by the bad guys like a minute after loosing the boat. anyway via plot convenience they all find themselves at the bad guys lair and daryl is to fight a boosted up zombie. will he survive? stay tuned! (episode ends here)

Now about the Quinn subplot, his new girlfriend is jealous of a woman that is there against her will (kinda) and she sells him out to Genet (boss of the bad guys). How does this work exactly? 1) if quinn wasn't useful, genet would've put someone else in his place already. 2)technically it was Anna who let laurent go, so she's the traitor 3)genet and quinn aren't part of the same organization, there can't be betrayal. they are 2 separate parties that at times cooperate. i'm not saying genet can't accuse him of treason but? don't give me bullshit reasons for locking up quinn. she (as french) could've just wanted to get rid of the birtish/american tourist. voilà, tout le monde deteste les touristes, est normal. but hey, my bad i got lost in logic again. my god this show gives us just the vibes of a story. there's no story here. the characters don't have an arc, they're the same people from ep 1, no change, no learning, nothing. things happen to them and they don't have reactions. And you know they're badly written bc the dialogue is obvious and empty and flat. and so absent. there's so much silence in this story that isn't highlighting actions, it's just silence bc nobody could find a way to fill it. I don't come from the walking dead, i have no idea what's up with daryl dixon and after 5 episodes (around 4hours and half) of a story about him I still don't know. What is this story about? faith? tyranny? how easy it is to fall for idols in a difficult moment? even the choice of setting the story in France, was it for aesthetic? were the writers trying to make parallels with french history and dictators? The annoying part is that even the few elements they throw around in could've been used: there's a military party, there's this kid that everyone is claiming is the new messiah, there's a nightclub in paris surrounded by death. those elements can fit in a bigger narrative. about looking for comfort for example. when the world ends where do you find the will to live? do you follow the path of order in hope to fix the chaos around you? do you look for a meaning, hoping it will all make sense and there's some god above looking down at you? do you see the zombie apocalypse as a punishment from above and now you follow only the righteous path? or you say fuck all of this! life has no meaning i'll go to the only nightclub left in the world? is this about avoiding pain or is it about living life to the fullest as much as you can with the limited resources you have?

there are endless possibility for a zombie story. a story about survival is never just a story about survival but about the things we do to survive. those are the stories people get attached to, bc they touch a part of us that we all have and can't explore. (bc hopefuly we won't find ourselves in extremely tragic situations)

they just needed to give genet a real need for order. not just army guys going around in their jeep killing pigeon lovers. give quinn a less aesthetic nightclub, make him sell drugs. this way he has a lot of people needing him and he has power and he's not just some generic bad dude with a night and a silly hat. give Isabelle a real sense of faith. living with nuns doesn't automatically convert you. give laurant actual lines or superpowers, everybody believes he's jesus bc he's off-putting?? he's just a weird kid. he did nothing. nobody knows how or why he's special. he didn't do any miracles. let him cure people. give us audience a reason to believe he's special, not the "he comforted a widow who lost he husband yesterday and was too heartbroken until laurent gave her a hug" bitch her husband died, what you want her to do? how was she supposed to feel? it wasn't even a week.

and into all of this give daryl dixon a journey, not just finding a working radio to go back to america. what meaning did he find in 11 series of the walking dead? does he believe in god? what does he do in front of a miracle? does he think religion sucks and it's all a lie, then he must agree with the new militia, everything illogical must be destroyed bc people will do terrible things for false idols. but then what if it's a child? and what if this whole problem doesn't touch him? can he keep going on the way of the lone wolf or does he intervene? there's no trouble in being alone but what does he do in face of injustice? what if you get killed for stepping up? how do you fight?

there's a lot of plot points that could've given daryl dixon and the other characters depth but unfortunately this series isn't about it :(

#the walking dead #the walking dead daryl #i think this review is neutarl enough to go in the main tag #anyway adnag and his little hat were nice #quinn with his old gf sitting on him: i'm quoting the bible bc you're a nun hot uh?#man i'm so sorry

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endlessvoiq · 1 year

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I WROTE A THING!! be prepared to read about all the funny little guys who've been in my head for a bit <3

CW : animal death

Word count : 2252

Magpie

The area near the lake was calm as the sun shone high above, a few grey clouds on the horizon warning of rain. The wind blew by, rustling reeds and grass and sending ripples gliding across the lake in archs that grew larger the further along they went. Dragonflies raced past a large oak that towered overhead, casting shade into the lake. A worn down rope was tied to a thick branch of the oak that hung over the lake, the result of recent generations using it to swing into the water. Right now, though, there were no humans. A family of deer rested under the oak, the doe and the buck lying in the shade while the fawn stood at the shore of the lake, staring at the fish darting and swimming below the surface as duckweed tickled at its legs. A flock of geese, flying back home now that winter had ended, flew down to the edge of the water, some of them lowering their beaks to sip from the water or get a meal from the nearby plants. Hungry from flying longer than they normally would, the flock showed no mercy to the nearby clumps of clover and brome grass. A large goose, the largest of the flock, lifted its head to look around as it heard a small splash of water from the lake.

As it did, an arrow suddenly shot past the other geese in the flock, lodging itself into the large goose's chest, killing it. The rest of the flock let out panicked squacks and honks as they flew to avoid another shot of an arrow. The adult deer resting under the oak swiftly ushered their fawn away as a human revealed himself from a clump of reeds nearby. He aimed at some of the lower flying geese, managing to shoot it out of the sky, smiling to himself proudly as he did so. Yes! That shot was amazing! Just got it straight out of the sky! He thought, though, as he looked up at the rest of the flock, he frowned. They were too far away to hit now. Darn it…well, I did get two good ones anyway. That first one's a fat one, and the rest won't be able to deny shooting a goose out of the sky is impressive, he thought, as he went to pick up the two geese he had shot. He picked up the large goose, taking the arrow out and patching up the hole it had made so no maggots or other bugs would get into the goose. The human then placed the large goose in a basket weaved from the fiber, bark, and twigs of a tree, before retrieving the other goose and fixing it in the same manner he had for the first goose.

The human now looked around. Not much else I could do…unless I want to try being a fisherman! He chuckled at the joke he'd just made up, now thinking to himself as he walked back to the reeds. Maybe I could wait here until some other birds come along. Maybe some more geese, maybe some ducks…maybe even a hawk! He grinned, walking deep into the reeds once again and crouching down slightly, standing a bit more than knee deep in the water. Now, it was all about waiting.

After about an hour of waiting, he was tired of standing still, doing nothing. He looked around, grumbling, before noticing a family of ducks waddling to the lake from the southeast. He quieted down, readying his bow. The flock hopped into the lake, swimming around. Though the males stood out among the females, with their green heads, the females were outnumbered. He made a mental note not to shoot any of the female ducks, as where he was from, it was frowned upon to kill whatever gender of an animal's group was less common : they didn't want the population of said animal to suffer, after all. He aimed toward a male duck that was swimming a bit further away from the rest of the flock, and as it slowed down to search for food under the surface of the water, he fired. The shot hit. As the flock began to panic and swim deeper into the lake, he aimed again, firing at another duck, though missing. The human flinched as some of the ducks began to take flight, and quickly fired with his last arrow, hitting an older duck who hadn't begun to fly yet.

He let out a sigh of relief that soon turned into a groan as he realized he would now have to swim out into the lake to get the ducks he shot before the fish did. Putting the basket with the geese and his bow on the shore, he leapt into the water, shivering a bit as the cool water enveloped him. He flinched as he felt something touch his leg, quickly swimming back up to the surface and gasping, looking down. Realizing it had just been a bit of pondweed, he felt like hitting himself for freaking out over it. The human sighed, now swimming to retrieve the ducks. As he approached the first one, a small group of fish who had been curious about it fled as he swam over, picking up the duck and now beginning to swim over to the second one. A black winged butterfly with white and light blue markings and an orange, eye-like spot on its lower wings who had been standing on the dead duck fluttered away as the human grabbed the second duck, now swimming to the shore to retrieve the arrow that had missed. He climbed onto the shore, shivering a bit as a gust of wind blew by, making him feel colder due to the water on him. The human now searched for the missing arrow, looking through reeds and shrubbery until he finally found it. As he picked it up, he stared, realizing it had hit a bird, just one he hadn't been expecting.

The arrow was lodged into the chest of a magpie.

The human blinked in confusion. A magpie? He thought, but magpies…aren't native to this area? I've never even seen a magpie here until now… he blinked in confusion, before shrugging. Oh, well…Mom said she needed more things to fertilize the crops, might as well not let this go to waste, he hummed, now walking back to where he had left his stuff. The human placed the ducks next to the geese, and the magpie beneath all the birds. He put his bow on his back and his arrows in their quiver, before beginning to walk home, leaving the lake and now approaching the forest.

The forest and its creatures were going through their afternoon activities. The trees were gathering as much energy as they could, knowing nightfall would inevitably fall soon, as the wind rustled through their leaves. A badger stomped through the undergrowth of the forest, sniffing around for food as a mole dug deeper into the ground. The birds still sung, however, were moreso conversing rather than singing a tune, as they looked for food to be well fed before nightfall. Sunset critters were awakening, as crickets hopped around, waiting for the dark of night to begin their song. A spider finished its meal before crawling off of its web onto the branch it was situated on, skittering away into a more hidden spot as the wind blew rain-filled clouds toward the forest. A fox chomped at some mushrooms, before lifting its head to sniff the air and listen to its surroundings, retreating as it scented the human approaching and heard the steps the human took as he walked through some bushes, looking around.

He frowned, though continued walking. Am I lost? Wait- wait, no, I recognize that tree! I think? Oh, no, I don't. He thought, sighing, I think I'm lost. He worriedly looked around, speeding up a bit. He'd rather not find himself lost once the sun actually sets and night falls. Continuing to wander, he kept an eye out for anything he could recognize, occasionally making random turns in an attempt to find his way home. Eventually, he finally saw something he recognized, "yes!" He cheered, grinning as he now ran in the direction home. He continued running, zooming past trees and jumping over logs and rocks. He knew this path well, and it'd remain unchanged for years : he hadn't fallen or tripped on this path since he was a toddler. That was, until he suddenly bumped into something new, rubbing his face and backing up. "Ow- what-" he grumbled, before flinching, staring up at the huge thing he'd bumped into that let out a low grumble, turning its head to look at him as a sharp shot of fear pierced his heart.

A large beast towered above him, staring down. Moss covered its hunched body, draping over and covering its eyes like a long cloak and hair, while lichen, mushrooms, and other plants grew on its off-colored, bone-like limbs- or were they bones? He couldn't tell. The clumps of moss hid the beast's eyes, though large horns the color of dark oak spun out of the plants, and a bit of its boney snout could be seen. The Beast crouched down, and the human shuddered as he could see it had multiple limbs under the mess of moss and plants ; he could count six, maybe eight. The Beast leaned a bit toward him, before whispering in a voice that sounded hoarse,

"Pardon me, could you pass over that magpie?"

The human blinked. He looked down into his basket, where the magpie's dark feathers contrasted against the ducks and geese he had hunted. He had originally planned to simply place it in the farmland to rot and fertilize the crops, as he'd been taught that if you ate a magpie from the woods, it'd bring terrible bad luck for years, something he quite frankly did not want. He looked up at the Beast nervously, "What, uh..do you..need it for..?" He stammered, as the Beast hummed.

"Birds are quite good at conducting the sky's will, small human. The wind speaks to them when it blows through, and clouds whisper their tales. The bird listens to it all as it grows, and its body makes its feathers to keep the stories, so the bird will remember where to go once it grows, so the bird may remember what to sing," the Beast spoke, their hoarse voice speaking in a soft, mystic tone that flowed as smoothly as a creek, sounding gentle, yet powerful.

The Beast's tale intrigued the human, who spoke in a voice full of awe and curiosity, "they do? Why do you need the magpie specifically, then? Do waterfowls not listen to those tales, as well? Do the chickens, who cannot fly, listen, or the tiny birds who spend most of their time on the ground searching for seeds and bugs?"

In a response that confused the human, the Beast only chuckled, a low rumbling releasing from its throat as it lifted the moss out of its eyes with one clawed hand, staring the human directly in the eyes. The human shivered a bit, but didn't dare turn away as the Beast whispered, "what do you think?" The human blinked in confusion. "What do you mean? I'm asking you what the answer is!" He remarked, the confusion in him growing as the Beast chuckled yet again,

"ah…you humans are full of that urge for knowledge, aren't you? You search for the answer, and once that answer's found, you search for something else to question, so you may find the answer. Intriguing it is, yet unfortunate as well, for you are not taught by nature, but yourselves. You disgrace instinct and call it lesser, while truly, you still belong to the ground beneath your feet, at the mercy of the sky, the sea, and the earth," the Beast uttered, its smooth tone edged with a hint of foreboding that made the human shudder. The Beast lowered its claws, letting the moss fall over its eyes before it questioned once again, "now, could you pass over the magpie, if it does not bother you?"

The human stared for a moment, before quickly reaching into the basket, pulling out the magpie and holding it out. A large, clawed hand, that was around the same size as the human's head, maybe a bit larger, exited the moss, reaching out and gently taking the magpie, before retreating back into the moss that covered the Beast. The Beast now stood to a larger height, dipping its head and smiling.

"Thank you. May peace bless you and your harvest for the next moon, and may you find the answers you search for," the Beast croaked, before stepping back into the deep undergrowth of the woods as the human watched in awe.

The human stood there for a moment, staring even after the Beast had left. He then gasped suddenly, as if he'd been holding his breath, and ran home holding the basket as the sun lowered, the sky shifting to brilliant oranges, pale pinks, and a dark blue across from it, hinting toward the moon's arrival. Now, the human sat at the edge of the forest, staring into its darkness as his home, now behind him, was but a far away speck.

He stared into the forest, and the forest seemed to stare back.

#writing #cw animal death #creature #fantasy #i think #magpie #end.lessv #animal death #original works #original writing #goose #duck #birds #moss #beast #la creatura

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quotesfrommyreading · 2 years

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Precisely when people began to twine, loop, and knot is unknowable, but we can say with reasonable confidence that string and rope are some of the most ancient materials used by humankind. At first, our ancestors likely harvested nature’s ready-made threads and cordage, such as vines, reeds, grass, and roots. If traditional medicine and existing Indigenous cultures are any clue, early humans may have even used spider silk to catch fish and bandage wounds. Hundreds of thousands, perhaps even millions of years ago, people realized they could extract fibers from the hair and tissues of animals, as well as from the husks, leaves, and innards of certain sinewy, pulpy, or pliant plants, such as agave, cannabis, coconut, cotton, and jute. By twisting these natural fibers around one another again and again, they formed a material of superb resilience and versatility.

Because they are prone to decay, pieces of intact string from more than a few thousand years ago are scarce. Even when they are found, they rarely make headlines or feature in museum exhibits, more likely to be relegated to storage. But they do exist: in 2009, scientists revealed the discovery of tiny 30,000-year-old flax fibers in clay excavated from a cave in Europe. Some of the fibers were twisted, knotted, spun, or dyed turquoise and pink, suggesting complex textiles. If one looks at the archaeological record in the right way—focusing on the implied rather than the material existence of ancient fiber—then the evidence for the importance of string and rope is even older. In South Africa, Israel, and Austria, researchers have found shell and bone beads dating as far back as 300,000 years ago. And in the Hohle Fels cave in southwestern Germany, archaeologists discovered a 40,000-year-old piece of mammoth ivory carved with four holes, each enclosing spiral incisions. They think the tool was used to weave reeds, bark, and roots into a thick cord.

— The Long, Knotty, World-Spanning Story of String

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potatosoupei · 2 years

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A Fabel's Farewell

This is just some One Piece self indulgent OC Fanfiction, the character is very loosely based off of a pirate named Anne Bonny.

I mights writes more about her on here. I also might be hyper fixated rn >.>

Warning: Some oc x canon shipping implied.

Context: The soul of Anne Bonny, also known as Cutlass Kaylee finally completes her unfinished business in the world and is reunited with her crew and close friends after nearly a 100 years of searching. It's a what if scenario, for when the strawhat pirates finally make it to the end of their journey after they discover the one piece.

"Luffy... Everyone." The light was shining brightly behind Kaylee, as she faced the crew with glistening eyes. Her gaze scanned over all of them, falling upon the swordsman she had grown especially fond of.

Zoro...

The fabled pirate clutched hand to her heart. This is it. Their final goodbye.

"What's taking you so long?" A voice chimes from the light. Outsteps a beautiful fish women, her arms were on her hips as she smiled down at lingering spirit she'd been waiting for, for so long.

Kaylee whipped her head around with wide eyes. She could recognize that melodic voice, even after a 100 years.

The piratess turned to face the light.

After a long fated journey from beyond the grave, the two friends finally met once again.

More voices echoed out from beyond the light. "Everyone it's the captain!"

"Captain you made it!"

"It took you long enough!"

Kaylee's crew waited for her beyond the light. Mary Reed held out her hand.

"Cutlass Kaylee!" She howled with a laugh.

"Mary Reed!" Kaylee lunged forward, running to side of the ship, she kept out to the siren. In an instant, Kaylee's clothing changed and she once again became the dreaded pirate captain, Cutlass Kaylee.

The light brightens as the women fall into it. And suddenly two massive ships appear. The crews of the Eastern Queen and the Grand Minow, cheer and holler as the ships sail forward, dwarfing the Thousand Sunny in size from either side. The captain of the Cutlass Pirates had finally made it, and her crew and friends had been waiting for her faithfully.

Songs and celebration broke out as the souls of the crew rejoiced. Kaylee could be seen walking to the helm of her ship with her first mate Dile just behind her. The pirate captain drew her cutlass from her hip and pointed it forward. The massive ship came to life and the sails fell while ropes tighten and loosened on their own. "Ready yourselves men! We set sail!" The crew eruptes in hollers and ayes.

Captain Grout of the Grand Minow is rejoined by his first mate Mary Reed while he takes the helm of their sister ship, the Grand Minow. "Onward! We set sail!" The crew of Fishman howl and roar in excitement, and ready their sails in suit of the Eastern Queen, and the Cutlass pirates.

The strawhats watched in amazement and awe, as pirates of legend ready themselves to enter the afterlife. Some of the crew can't help but cry as they send their dear friend off.

Luffy watched with a hand over his hat, a smile on his face. His tears had long dried, and pirate captain only felt great happiness for his friend as they bid their farewell.

Kaylee turned her head back to the Thousand Sunny, a big grin on her face. "Strawhat!" She calls. "This is not our last adventure! Let's meet again in the next life!" She put her cutlass away so she could wave to them with both hands now as they passed the strawhat's ship.

Kaylee then looked to Roranoa Zoro and grinned brightly, "Zoro! When you finally kick the bucket, come find me! So we can finish our drinking contest!" She laughed.

The swordsman's lips pulled into a smile, "I'll drink you under the table in this life, and the next! Don't fool yourself!" he let out a loud laugh, surprisingly uncharacteristic of him, especially during such a bittersweet goodbye. Though he never was one to shed a tear in these moments.

"In your dreams!" The piratess howled back in laughter, before she turned back to the sea ahead.

Now back in her rightful place on the Eastern Queen, as the Captain of the Cutlass crew, Kaylee faced her final adventure as a pirate with her men, and dearest friend.

"Goodbye Kaylee!" Chopper sobs, standing back with a sobbing Ussop and Franky. "Goodbye Kaylee!" Ussop can barely see through his tears.

Nami wiped her eyes with a sniffle, and Robin watches with a sad smile.

Brooke through his tears, lifts his violin and plays a sad tune, to see their crewmate off into the unknown.

From the princess Anne Bonny, to the pirate boy Kayleb, to the pirate captain Cutlass Kaylee she had lived one incredible life... But she would always treasure her time she spent sailing the seas as a lost spirit with the strawhat pirates.

The piratess reached up and removed her captain hat while she smiled at the bright horizon. Her hands then went to the trim of her shirt and she suddenly pulled it up over her head. The cutlass crew howled and laughed, the men following suit and removing their shirts and throwing them to the wind.

Sanji falls back with a nose bleed, followed by Brooke. It's an action that brings an amused smile to all their faces, and laughter fills the air.

Cutlass Kaylee, just like in the legend sailed into her next adventure with her chest bare to the seas. She laugh proudly while setting her hat back on her head. The straw hat crew bore witness to the fabled legend's signature move. A sight that had been spoken about for decades in sailors stories and tales. The reason why Anne Bonny was such a well known legend. The crews from both ships cheered and sang. They celebrated their final journey and the light at long last engulfed their awaiting souls.

At long last they could rest. Or who knows, perhaps their are further oceans to sail in the Great beyond.

#one piece fan character #one piece #one piece fic #one piece x oc #orginal character

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