in ambush

Uma/Harry Hook headcanons!

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  • Uma and Harry are thick as thieves, partners in crime. It’s been that way since they were little.
  • Uma can manipulate and threaten with her words better than anyone. She has the art of persuasion down perfectly. Sometimes her mere presence can throw someone off, dusting goosebumps on their skin, and there they are handing over their money, that piece of fruit, or the bedazzled necklace they just bought without more than a few words said by her.
  • And there’s Harry, always lurking in the shadows, his hook in hand. His smile is wide, barring teeth. Sinister. He’s built up quite the reputation of being mad as a hatter, a loose cannon, and he loves it. There’s nothing he loves more than the sound of hushed whispers and hurried footsteps as he passes.
  • Of course if they’re feeling bored, they’ll ambush some poor unfortunate soul together. It’s even better than terrorizing people alone. Between the two of them (her looming presence, his delirious grin) they’ll come away with nearly everything they wanted and more. Who said being evil wasn’t fun?
  • After her late shifts and the place is closed, Harry will stay at the chip shop and
    join her throwing leftover food at the tv, while they make fun of those cheesy Auradon soap operas her mother watches
    play the organ while she hums along
    listen to her sing while he lackadaisically wipes the counters down
    help her with the piles of dishes. For a split second, they forget they’re on the Isle.
  • But some nights are different. Nights when the tips of her fingers are tied to anchors. They drag her down to Ursula’s depths and its not until she’s hit every rock (“Useless girl!”) and reef (“You’re the joke of the Isle. My reputation, my legacy, my good name - it means nothing thanks to you.”) that she is allowed to come up to the surface again. All the strength in her voice gone.
  • It’s these moments Harry waits outside the chip shop: strict captain’s orders now. When he first heard the way Ursula spoke to her many years ago, she told him his presence would only make matters worse.
  • Once Ursula has slithered off, Uma comes outside and locks the door behind her. They walk wordlessly to the ship. She stays in his room for the night to sleep. His arm goes around her waist, her body faces the wall and she avoids his eyes. He understands.
  • It’s quiet. She shakes in low sobs that he swears feel as strong as the blast of a cannon and he holds her tighter. She moves closer, tucking her tiny frame into him and he wishes with everything he had that the barrier would break so she could finally be free.
    • Sleeping in each other’s cabins becomes automatic when their respective confident facades fade.
  • Uma doesn’t remember exactly when these sleeping arrangements began, but Harry does.
  • It was one of those days when his father’s drunken rages were too much for him to shove into the back of his mind, when terrorizing some goblins down by the wharf wasn’t enough to let him forget.
  • He got caught in the cross-hairs of his father’s slurred words and a broken glass bottle. His lip was split, blood dripping onto his shirt when he stepped into the threshold of Ursula’s. The look in her eyes haunted him; he was sure Uma was afraid of him. He never felt lower.
  • She growled at the lunch crowd to leave and the lot of them breezed passed Harry.
  • He found himself being whisked away to the ship and shoved into a chair in her Captain’s quarters. She came back and left multiple times. A bucket of hot water at her feet,  her hands were gentle as she gripped his face and cleaned his wound with a rag. He kept his eyes shut, not daring to look at her and risk seeing that expression on her face again.
  • He felt something fall into his lap and found a shirt - one of his own. She motioned for him to change into it, averting her eyes as he pulled his soiled one off and replaced it with a new one. She sighed and stood before him, a hand at her hip, looking him over under furrowed brows.
  • He winced when her other hand came up to his face but immediately relaxed into her ministrations. She combed her fingers through his hair, smoothing the wild parts down. But he was greedy, leaning into the touch and resting his cheek against the palm of her hand for the shortest of moments before she pulled it away. “Rest here, Harry.”
  • He woke (wasn’t it early afternoon when she brought him here?) to feel her nestled beside him, the glow of the moon illuminating the planks on the floor.
  • They never speak of these nights and no one knows. It’s one of their many silent understandings.
  • Harry wears his heart on his sleeve; Uma is more in control and able to rein in her emotions when she needs to - a clear poker-face.
  • When he realizes he feels differently about Uma than he does toward any of the other members of the crew, he decides this feeling is loyalty. Undying loyalty. I mean, what else could it be?
  • Loyalty is perfectly fine; admirable even, so he enjoys showing Uma how loyal he truly is.
  • But she’s got this scumbag by the collar, his hook in her hand against the low-life’s cheek, as she spouts insults that make him cower in fear. He had the nerve to leave without paying. Harry’s face suddenly grows warm at the scene before him. This feeling scares him.
  • She’s occupied by the man’s pathetic groveling and Harry looks at her in a way he knows would result in his blood being spelt on the deck by her hand… if she noticed.
  • She does.
  • Fair is fair, right? Thanks to the hijinx of Harriet, he steps onto the deck soaked to the bone one morning. He takes off his shirt to drain the water out of it, leaning it over the edge of the ship, and Uma can’t help but let her eyes linger on her first mate’s exposed skin. She was goal-oriented, absolutely, but she was human, too. She vows to take those thoughts and her wandering eyes to the grave. No one will ever know.
  • Between Harry’s “loyalty” to Uma, quick temper, and inability to conceal his emotions, he gets jealous. Very. Easily.
  • It doesn’t matter who it is. If you’re on the receiving end of positive attention from Uma (Like poor ol’ Gil here. This picture is everything.), he is going to use the energy of wanting to hook you into working 10 times harder:
  •  Desiree finally has the clove hitch knot down? Well, Harry’s cleat hitch knot is perfect every time he does it. A good pirate knows a cleat hitch knot is invaluable, much more important than that stupid clove hitch knot.
  • Jonas’ fighting form improved? Harry will spar with him right on the deck. He’s absolutely merciless. It’s all for the good of the crew - it’s practice. The more practice their crew gets the better prepared they’ll be, right? It’s what he tells himself and what he tells them, but his glances at Uma during their sparring match don’t go unnoticed by her.
  • Uma’s aware Harry treats her differently but she doesn’t mind, not enough to address it, at least. She knows she plays a role in it, too. She likes being around him; she likes having him close. They’re the closest of friends.
  • She decides if it becomes a problem, if she hears rumblings - people questioning the extent of their friendship - she’ll put an immediate stop to it. Considering her position on the Isle, neither can allow their guards to slip, for weakness to show. It would be a disaster and would put both of them and their entire crew at risk.
  • Uma is many things but a liar isn’t one of them. Does she enjoy the attention he gives her? Her name rolls off his lips like curling waves. He bites his lip and his eyes are calm, blue waters. They draw her in, beckoning her to step closer, to dive in, to let go. Maybe… maybe.

He’s My Friend [Ao3]

Episode: 2x03 -Parabatai Lost - Rewrite/Fix It Scene
Wordcount: 1.6k 

Magnus is trying to save Alec and Raj is conflicted. He wants to help his friend but he’s unsure just how he can. Or even if he should trust a warlock. How it should have gone down. 

Happy Birthday Kareena. You’re a goddess and I adore you. Hope you like it!


“I’m placing Raj by the door”.

Six words that made Raj’s stomach drop, his shoulders threatening to sag against his will. He never asked for this, to be put in the middle of a dispute between the current Head of Institute and his friends, the Lightwoods. Somehow it seemed he was always placed here against his will.

When Lydia was acting head and questioned him about the ambush he was able to cover for Isabelle. But this, there was no way he’d be able to look Victor in the face and say ‘I’d rather not, could you ask someone else?’.

He had to follow orders, do his duty, be the good shadowhunter he was raised to be. However it didn’t feel quite right inside him, not when his friend was slipping away in front of his eyes and there was nothing he could do to help.

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Plan for today: 

  • Make homemade baked beans (they were soaking overnight, yum) and rolls.
  • Meal plan and grocery shopping.
  • Laundry
  • Find and clean a frigging place to write and then write.
  • Look into getting a science text pdf (CK12 - open source) printed.

Odd thoughts that have been nagging me this morning: 

- It’s good to reblog stuff on white people and racism but if those of us who are white and are reblogging those things aren’t reading them with an eye to how we can change our own behaviour, it’s performative.

- Donald Trump is nutters. 

- I am having a hard time with touch. I’ve always had a lowkey issue, but it’s been getting worse in the past year. I even asked Pie to give me fair warning before they ambush me with a hug. Best guess is that it’s a reaction to 20 years of being a wife and mom where touch has always been less requested and more expected. I’m hitting middle-age and want my space?

- Who knew there was so much to learn about microphones? The podcasting research continues.

- My 15 year old mad coffee this morning and it tastes so good. I have to compliment him on that.

(I don’t know if this will be a regular thing but I’ll use the tag #morning journal just in case for those who might want to blacklist it)

ravusaeterna  asked:

spoilers but shhh it was more like that strelitzia got ambushed, her book was taken, and she faded (and you could see her heart drifting up), then "marluxia" (Raliaum? Lariaum? ??) showed up in her stead ^^;;;;;;

Oooooh really??? Yes give me all the juice!!

yooo thats sketchy as heck, that devious guy hasn’t changed a bit, i love him but i don’t trust him lmao

Aahhhhgg I need to re-catch up on a play through pf Union sometime as I just don’t have time to play any of the khx games right now ughhh.

That’s so exciting though, I’m so excited. I remember a while back I posted about how I don’t want nomura to keep creating characters, because there are so many we already know nothing about and using them in the future would be so cool!! and here we are!!

do we know if that’s actually zexion by the way? Or nah?

also I just realized that means Ventus and Marluxia met before, and there are both at castle oblivion at one point i can’t handle this

sorry for all the little thoughts, my mind is going a million miles an hour rn haha

anonymous asked:

Today, I was playing DVa on attack in Gibraltar, in Total Mayhem. I decided to take the sneaky exit on the left, but an Goddess of the Sleep (aka fukkin troll Ana) ambushed me there and tried to constant sleepdart me. At one moment she failed her timing, I managed to put my matrice up and I dashed on her. She managed to sleep me once again. BUT GUESS WHO FELL INTO THE PIT JUST BEHIND HER?? AND GUESS WHAT WAS THE POTG?? And we won, and I did a 3 kills with one ult, bwaha. This was a great day. :D

Nice one!
What a pro. I swear Ana is one of the scariest things in Total Mayhem. If you get caught without away from your team it’s game over.

dokuhana  asked:

Oghren 2 and Zevran 1 for Lea?

2. What were your Warden’s feelings on berserkers? Were they frightened of them? Were they a berserker themselves?

Lea’s feelings were the same as they are with all fighters: intimidation, then growing used to it. Berserkers harness rage. It was during battle in his berserker rage when Oghren was most honest, and where alcoholism had robbed so much of himself, or drowned it, on the battlefield depths were revealed and a world of hurt, bitterness, insight and cleverness bubbled to the surface. Rotten and tainted now, but undeniably in the shape of a man he was. And maybe could be again.

1. How did your Warden react to Zevran’s failed attempt on their life? Were they amused? Angry?

Zevran nearly got him. Lea doesn’t do direct spells, not really. He is not a battle mage so when ambushed so early on in his travels as a n00b, he just didn’t know what to do. Only a well-timed sleep spell saved him. Zevran knew he’d been hit with something, but nothing seemed immediately wrong, so he continued his pursuit with that killer smile of his. And then he felt it, a desire to sleep. Right now. All he managed to get out was a disappointed accusation before he passed out in front of Leandaros. He caught him at first, but when he realised that he’d just softened his would-be killer’s fall, he let him drop to the ground with a thud. 

He was in love the moment he saw him, the moment he opened his mouth. It was a horrible and exhilarating moment of oh fuck. He did allow Zevran to think that his life was on the line, allowed him to attempt to talk his way out of it, but his life was never in danger. Stupid, stupid infatuation of a young man that grew into (at first) unrequited love soon after saved the assassin and protected him from the hostility of others.


19th century sketches of fishes from the seas surrounding China and Japan. 

The fish in the top image (the drawing clearly has taken some inspiration from the Chinese dragons) belongs to the stargazer family. Stargazers have their eyes and mouths on top of their heads. As the stargazers bury in the bottom of the sea, the top facing mouth and eyes allows them to ambush the prey quickly and unnoticed. This particular stargazer drawn here belongs to Uranoscopus genera, which is also capable of producing electric shocks. 

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from arya

She wished the Rush would rise and wash the whole city away, Flea Bottom and the Red Keep and the Great Sept and everything, and everyone too, especially Prince Joffrey and his mother. But she knew it wouldn’t, and anyhow Sansa was still in the city and would wash away too. When she remembered that, Arya decided to wish for Winterfell instead. Arya, ACoK

Her father sometimes let them have a cup of beer, she remembered. Sansa used to make a face at the taste and say that wine was ever so much finer, but Arya had liked it well enough. it made her sad to think of Sansa and her father. Arya, ACoK

She drank it down at once. It was very tart, like biting into a lemon. A thousand years ago, she had known a girl who loved lemon cakes. Arya, ADWD

So the singer played for her, so soft and sad that Arya only heard snatches of the words, though the tune was half-familiar. Sansa would know it, I bet. Her sister had known all the songs, and she could even play a little, and sing so sweetly. All I could ever do was shout the words. Arya, ASoS

When she thought of seeing Robb’s face again Arya had to bite her lip. And I want to see Jon too, and Bran and Rickon, and Mother. Even Sansa… I’ll kiss her and beg her pardons like a proper lady, she’ll like that. Arya, ACoK

from sansa

She awoke all at once, every nerve atingle. For a moment she did not remember where she was. She had dreamt that she was little, still sharing a bedchamber with her sister Arya. But it was her maid she heard tossing in sleep, not her sister, and this was not Winterfell, but the Eyrie. And I am Alayne Stone, a bastard girl.  Sansa, ASoS

She had last seen snow the day she’d left Winterfell. That was a lighter fall than this, she remembered. Robb had melting flakes in his hair when he hugged me, and the snowball Arya tried to make kept coming apart in her hands. It hurt to remember how happy she had been that morning. Hullen had helped her mount, and she’d ridden out with the snowflakes swirling around her, off to see the great wide world. I thought my song was beginning that day, but it was almost done. Sansa, ASoS

She remembered a summer’s snow in Winterfell when Arya and Bran had ambushed her as she emerged from the keep one morning. They’d each had a dozen snowballs to hand, and she’d had none. Bran had been perched on the roof of the covered bridge, out of reach, but Sansa had chased Arya through the stables and around the kitchen until both of them were breathless. She might even have caught her, but she’d slipped on some ice. Her sister came back to see if she was hurt. When she said she wasn’t, Arya hit her in the face with another snowball, but Sansa grabbed her leg and pulled her down and was rubbing snow in her hair when Jory came along and pulled them apart, laughing. Sansa, ASoS

sansa and arya both associate one another with family, childhood and home, the things that are most precious to them and the things they desire the most, none of these thoughts are tainted with hatred but fond and loving memories of sisters who care for each other