boat hook

Someday, we’ll run into each other again, I know it. Maybe I’ll be older and smarter and just plain better. If that happens, that’s when I’ll deserve you. But now, at this moment, you can’t hook your boat to mine, because I’m liable to sink us both.
—  Gabrielle Zevin

Someone raised the challenge to take the idea of the cult ending that was assembled from non-canon datamined content but figure out a way to reassemble it into something that’s both tonally in-line with the rest of the game and a satisfying cap to the story so I rose to the challenge because bouncing from springboards like this and connecting plot points is basically what I do for a living.

Also tried to find a way to include all the dads because these “bigger picture” stories are more fun like that.

Putting it under a cut for length and hella spoilers, but here’s my response to the question of “well how would YOU handle the cult end”

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anonymous asked:

Celebrimbor at Sirion?

He had been hoping to see the same monsters as the rest of Sirion. It would be easier, so much easier, if they came as rabid beasts that had eaten up the noble men he’d known. 

But when they halted before his barricade at last, his uncles still looked very much themselves. Not so proud as in the days of his childhood but as implacable in this as they had ever been in the war against the Enemy.

Here was the man who had taught him his first letters, infinitely patient even as he struggled to relearn how to write himself. And here the kind uncle who had held him against his terror of the dark and sung away his fear.

Now Maedhros’ jaw tightened at the sight of him, though something in Maglor’s dark eyes went soft. Of Amras there was no sign at all. Already dead, Celebrimbor would learn later. 

Behind him, the men and women of Sirion shifted uneasily. There, a woman who had fled the sack of Gondolin traced her fingers over the fletchings of the shaft set to her bow, while a Sindar boy hugged his boat hook tighter to his chest. 

“What do you hope to do here, Nephew?” Maedhros called. The barricade was as well constructed as Celebrimbor could contrive from furniture and upturned boats, which was not half as well as he would like - atop his tall grey mare, his uncle’s eyes were level with his. 

“I thought to show the world that the House of Fëanor still has some honour left to it.” Celebrimbor was wearing the red surcoat that had lain in the bottom of his trunk since before Nargothrond fell. It was a risk in the chaos of battle but he would not be the first Fëanorian to change sides this day and he wished to make a point. “That we are more than thieves and mur-”

“Yes, yes. But what do you intend to do?”

“There are kinslayings and kinslayings, my uncles. What will you do if I do not move?”

The grey mare pawed the cobblestones beneath her, striking sparks with her iron shod hooves. His uncles turned to each other in silent conference and Celebrimbor knew them far too well to think that this would stay them, yet he hoped-

“Whatever you may think, whatever lies they dripped into your ear in Doriath, we haven’t fallen so far that we’d harm our little nephew,” Maglor said, nudging his horse forwards. The Gondolindrim woman pulled her bowstring taut but Maglor paid her no mind at all. His focus was all upon Celebrimbor, and his voice held all the warmth of hearth fires, all the peace of birdsong as night falls. “Do you remember, Tyelperinquar? The cradle song I made for you?”


Listen,” Maglor said, and he began to sing. It was a nonsense song, a child’s song, but with the weight of nostalgia behind it and all the power of the greatest of their bards, it cut deeper than any weapon. 

Celebrimbor did not feel his knees give out but his vision wavered and suddenly he was looking up at his uncles. He turned to the woman with the bow, not sure what he would beg of her, but she did not stand beside him any longer. She lay upon her side as though asleep. Perhaps she was, for there was nothing here to fear. Who had he wanted her to shoot?

Surely not his uncle who, even now was easing the sword from his fingers, the sword he did not need. He let Maglor have it after only a moment’s struggle. Family. They were his family. Who could you trust if not they?

“Neatly done,” said someone far away. 

“Poor boy.”

“Luckier than some.” 

“It won’t hold him - he is his father’s son.”

“Poor boy.” A laugh. Someone ruffled his hair. “Come, we’ve delayed too long.”

demigodgirl91  asked:

Hello. I like your Harry Hook blog! I was wondering if I could request a Harry Hook x reader (she's Moana's daughter) and they're dating. He helps her conquer her fear of boats/ sailing (something he loves). Thank you!


Writer - @harry-hook-me (myself)

Request - @demigodgirl91

Disclaimer - I do not own any of the Descendants characters or scenes from the movies, all credits goes to the creators and producers of Disneys descendants.

Summary – Harry helps the reader (daughter of Moana) to get over her fear of sailing.

Warnings – None

Word count- 664

Originally posted by alonedickone

I walked along the beach, the soft warm golden sand underneath my feet, the cool breeze blowing through my hair. I watched the gentle waves wash against the sand. My mother Moana loves the sea, she loves to sail. So way was I so afraid of sailing? That’s one thing I could never understand, my mother spent half her life sailing, but I have never built up the courage to, my grandfather, Chief Tui, had told me so many stories about the sae being dangerous, it stopped me from ever going sailing with my mother. I was simply too scared.

I took in the beautiful scenery around me and closed my eyes, letting the setting sun shine its last rays of the day onto my face. The sound of footsteps broke me out of my relaxing state. I opened my eyes to see Harry walking up to me. Harry and I have been dating for a couple of months now, He’s the complete opposite of his father since he came over to Auradon, he’s sweet, kind, generous. “You alright love?” he asked in his thick Scottish accent. He wrapped his arms around my waist and I wrapped one arm round his neck, still looking at the breath taking view. I nodded, and rested my head on his chest taking a deep breath and enjoying the moment.

“Come with me, I have something to show you” Harry said pulling away from the secure hug, he took my hand and led me to a little shack. Harry opened up the chipped white doors and inside was a wooden boat with a red sail, “I was thinking we could go sailing.” Harry mentioned, “uh- I” I stuttered feeling rather nervous, I had never told Harry about my fear of sailing, “What’s wrong?” he questioned, a slight look of concern appearing on his face. “Harry- I-, I’m afraid of sailing” I whispered just loud enough so he could still hear, “how could you be” he chuckled “your mother practically lived on the sea”, his smile faded once he saw I wasn’t joking. “Why?” he asked simply. “My grandfather, he used to tell me all these stories when I was young, about how dangerous the sea is.” I told him looking only at the floor. Harry stepped closer “hey” lifted my head with his index finger, “while I’m with you, nothing will hurt you, I won’t let it” he ensured looking deeply into my eyes. He lent down and place a soft and loving kiss on my lips.

We had got the boat out of the shack and placed it by the water, my heart rate was rising, I was really nervous, harry could see this. “Hey, I’m right here, you’re going to be fine.” He reassured me before climbing into the boat then stretching out his hand to help me in. I sat in between his legs and Harry began to sail us out to sea.

The wind was blowing through my hair, the smell of the salty see surrounding me. The blue water looked beautiful and the sun setting in the background made it even better. I smiled to myself. This isn’t as bad as I thought it would be. I felt Harry’s arms wrap around me, I smiled a bit more and held on to his arms. “I knew you would love it” he said, his head resting on my shoulder. “Thank you” I simply replied with, “I love it” I giggled never taking my eyes away from the setting sun and the orangey pink colour of the sky. I love this, and I sure hope I can do this more often with Harry, just me and him. “I love you” the pirate whispered into my ear, “I snuggled closer to him “I love you too” I replied smiling.

We stayed out on the sea until the sun had fully set and the moon and stars came out. I wish this moment never had to end.

ike-a-swag-deactivated20170205  asked:

Hey toasty! Could I get Dualscar? With take me to church?

Take me to church
I’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your light
I’ll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife

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jazznote  asked:

Hello, Could you do a headcannon of Harry seeing Uma in her cotillion outfit? Bonus points for sea witch transformation as well. Thanks so much !

Yes, that’s fun!!! Alright, here we go:

Harry watched the small television screen at the Chip Shoppe with a feeling of nervousness in his stomach. Lumiére had just introduced Mal to the people at the party and the girl was now standing amongst her friends waiting for her petty little King to be announced. What a sneaky little traitor. She would get what she deserved soon. And it would be glorious!

Soon after the snooty witch was announced, it was Bestie Boy’s time. Lumiére announced him with all of that stupid royal theatre that made Harry wanna puke, and when the boy appeared on top of the lit up stairs, the entire crew seemed to move closer to the TV in expectation. They watched as he walked towards his little girlfriend and exchanged the most pathetic curtsies the son of Hook had ever seen. What a lack of class.

From that point on, Harry found it a little hard to remember what exactly happened, because the only clear memory he had of that staged little scene was the moment he saw her. That moment was forever engraved in his mind. The way she timidly walked out into the light, looking down at the reactions of the people who never expected to see her there. The expression on her face was shy and scared, as if the scrutinous looks from those arrogant Auradon jesters actually had an effect on her. But Harry knew it was all an act.

As Uma walked down the stairs at a slow pace, Harry could actually start to feel the magnetic power she had over him, impelling him to scoot closer to the television just to get a better vision of her. She looked like a princess. No, not a princess… A Queen! His Queen. The one he would do absolutely anything for without even thinking about the consequences. He would do the time for her, take a show for her with a smile on his face, feeling happy as he died to protect the only person who gave meaning to his sad, miserable life.

The hooked pirate still remembered the stinging feeling of jealousy in his chest when he watched the King take his Captain’s hand and place a chaste kiss on it, like Harry himself had done a hundred times. He could feel the insides of his body burn with anger as they talked about true love and smiled adoringly at each other. Not even the sight of Mal’s broken-hearted expression was good enough to make the burning feeling go away. All Harry wanted to do was dig the point of his hook into that boy’s flesh and hear him scream in agony as the pirate slowly carved the life out of his body.

From that point on, everything happened really fast. The crew went from excited, to confused, to enraged as they watched Uma’s plan slowly crumble to the ground in a series of unfortunate events. Harry could feel his adrenaline level rise as he watched Uma run towards the railing of the boat with the intention of jumping. Mal’s little speech was only making him more anxious as he waiting to see what his Captain’s decision would be, and when she turned around and jumped over the edge of the boat, the son of Hook couldn’t contain the scream of fear in the shape of her name that escaped his lips.

The crew watched in aprehension as the camera focused on the ocean that was now starting to shake with violent waves that quickly took the form of a twister, rising above the height of the ship and exploding into a chaos of water that shook the entire yacht. The connection was cut shortly after, leaving the crew to wonder what had happened to their Captain and what the outcome of that fateful night would be.

But even though the transmission was cut right after the twister of water fell back into the ocean, Harry still managed to get a glimpse of the most unbelievable, gorgeous scene he had ever seen. His Uma, the girl he had known and loved ever since they were kids wasn’t just a girl anymore. She wasn’t even his Captain or his Queen any longer. No. At that moment, what the son of Hook saw was a Goddess, rising from the sea to claim her throne as the people shook in fear. Uma was everything he always believed her to be and more, because at that moment, she was real and she was powerful, and the world was going to see that.

Harry just hoped that she would return to him once everything was over. He didn’t care what the outcome would be. He just wanted his Uma back. Because even if she didn’t have magical powers or even a golden crown to put on her head, she was still his Goddess and his Queen. And is she was beside him, that’s exactly how he was going to treat her until the last day of their lives. Be those lives at the Isle or not.

Yay, I did it!!! Man, this was so much fun to write, I loved getting into Harry’s head and imagining what his thoughts were when he saw our Queen in her beautiful gown and Sea Witch form. I hope you liked it aswell, thank you for requesting 😘❤

Home (Chapter Five)

Title: Home (Chapter Five)

Pairing(s): Jughead Jones x Reader, Jughead Jones x Betty Cooper, Veronica Lodge x Archie Andrews

Warnings: Maybe some slight cursing, Smut, unprotected sex.

Summary: The reader visits with Jughead and things go differently than the reader thought- but not-so-secretly hoped.

A/N: Me repeating to myself; Do not make this a The Notebook AU, Do not make this a The Notebook AU-
As always, feedback is greatly appreciated and I hope you all enjoy!

Tag List; @dempsey-mantle @sunshine51879 @day-dreaming-nightmare @emotional-wrek-hello @nafa1604 @theselfishllama @aezthetically

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anonymous asked:

What are your thoughts on Uma and Harry's relationship? I never read the books but in the movie, he looked so smitten with her. It was adorable! But yeah, I just wanted to know your thoughts whether its their relationship in the book, the movie, or both! :) Whatever you prefer! Thank you for taking time to answer!

do not reblog.

the book actually comes before D2 supposedly. 

smitten isn’t really the right word. harry has more of a distanced intimate obsession with her. like not - weird stalker style ?? more as though she’s a religion that he worships. in the book, we meet harry in chapter six. he enters the classroom and the first thing he does is slide into his seat - which is next to uma - and drawls well, helloooo.we’re told that uma is harry’s oldest friend on the isle. meaning already we understand he - undisclosed out loud - considers her a friend.

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Someday, we’ll run into each other again, I know it. Maybe I’ll be older and smarter and just plain better. If that happens, that’s when I’ll deserve you. But now, at this moment, you can’t hook your boat to mine, because I’m liable to sink us both.
—  Gabrielle Zevin, Memoirs of a Teenage Amnesiac