through it all the ship sails on

What Goes Up...

The group I DM for, mostly levels 4 and 5, had been asking if they could do a quest that involved sailing. So I dusted off Stormwrack and settled of The Sable Drake. They had tracked the ship to the pirates hideout and were engaging in a sea battle offshore. The crew were all still alive but Captain Naki had all but crippled the ship and were preparing to board.

Cleric casts Wind Wall

Cleric: “That will keep them from shooting us but they can just walk through it.”

Ranger: “Yeah but the captain’s a wererat. If she gets on board she could bite us. I don’t want to get bit!”

Bard OOC: hey *DM* is the catapult still loaded?

DM: Yes, but the Sable Drake is too close to use it.

Bard OOC: Can I tie my rope to the rock.

DM: Yes? It takes 5 feet to wrap the rock. May I ask why?

Bard: I tie the rope and tell the crew member to prepare to fire. Hey, *Ranger* can I borrow your rope?“

Ranger: “Uh, sure.”

Bard: I tie her rope onto mine and say “Get ready.”

Captain Naki proceeds to board the ship after the party surrendered.

“So nice to have an easy capture. Just hand over the valuables and I’ll make your deaths quick.”

Bard: “Now *Ranger*!”

Ranger throws the rope at Naki and the bard casts Animate Rope on it to ranger her. Naki fails her save and is tangled.

The DM suddenly realizes what the rope is for.

Bard: “Fire the Catapult!”

The catapult is fired and Naki goes sailing towards the beach. The DM didn’t even bother to roll for fall damage.

“Good job. You’ve Tom and Jerry’d yet another boss fight.”

Entire table is losing their shit.

The party then proceeds to capture the Sable Drake and for themselves renamed it The Flying Goblin.

Passing Ships

Summary: Sam and Eileen spend a night together after an unplanned meeting. I am sailing this ship hard.

Warning: Smut

Word Count: 2400

A/N: Hope y’all are in the mood for some Saileen. XOXO

Sam recognizes Eileen from the punch she’s throwing. He can’t see her face, but he doesn’t need to. He can see her in the graceful push of her arm, in the whip-sharp way it cuts through the air and connects with the thing’s jaw. The vampire hits the brick wall with a loud thud, crumpling just a little before throwing his own punch. She ducks just in time.

Sam actually stops to watch for a second. He’d wondered if she’d be here, since it was an obvious case and close to the town where she had an apartment, one she called home most of the time.

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Diana on FB 😀 First a Full Day In Cape Town

Interesting days, limited time to write about them… Cell-phone roaming charges being what they are, I mostly don’t get to post stuff until I get up to work in the middle of the night. And I do actually need to work (no, really…<g>. I’m answering the copy-edit of the BESIEGED novella, so the whole SEVEN STONES book can go to press). A quick bit, though, of Our Adventures to Date:

Friday was our first full day in Cape Town, and the major activity was going to the Outlander Studio, to meet Maril and everybody, and tour the amazing new sets!

Wonderful to see Maril, Sam and Caitriona again, as well as Nick Heckstall-Smith (AD) and a few other of the Scottish crew that have come down. Also Luke Schelhaas, one of the new writers, who’s covering this block (meaning he’s the writer on set every day, responsible for the billions of on-the-spot changes and adjustments to the script that are needed; all scripts flex a _lot_ during the actual filming, no matter how many revisions they’ve been through beforehand).

We were just in time to catch David Brown, the Executive Producer for the whole show (meaning he’s the person without whom none of this could happen–he knows where to find anything and anybody, and how it all works) before he caught his flight back to Scotland (where the flock is gathering to begin prep for Season 4–this stuff takes a _LOT_ of work and thought and planning). David drove us off at high speed in his golf-cart, and we zipped out to tour the ships (I figure I’m not giving away any state secrets by telling you there are ships in this part of the show…), which are fabulous, and I don’t only mean cosmetically (my baseline for 18th century sailing ships is Disneyland’s “Columbia” and these are even better); they’re equipped with all kinds of hydraulics, gimbals, and water cannons (!!!) that make the ships nearly as expressive as the actors.

We also roared through several newly-built (and in-progress) outdoor sets, some adapted from the existing Black Sails sets (but you’ll never recognize them) and some newly built. Most striking aspects were the landscape plantings and the sand (I won’t tell you why; you’ll just have to wait and see…). Ditto several enormous tanks of water (well, we didn’t roar _through_ those; just up to the edge to have a look).

Then David had to rush to catch a plane, so Maril took over and we had a look at the indoor sets inside the (HUGE!!) studio buildings. The last one we came to was in use, and we waited a moment for the take to finish. Then Maril led us up a short flight of stairs to the door. It opened before she could reach for the door-handle, and out popped Sam and then Caitriona, both in costume and perspiring as though it was in fact July in Jamaica (film lights are Way Hot, especially in a small, confined space). Lovely to see them both again.

Short break, then back to filming. We were kindly accommodated with seats in the DOP (Director of Photography)’s tent, with headphones, so we could watch the filming. Usual mixture of fascination and boredom, with incidental entertainment (as someone said to me afterward, “How can they be giggling and poking each other, then in half a second, they’re somebody else completely and doing their lines?” To which the only reply is, “They’re actors.”)

Shared the late lunch/tea-break (they were shooting until 11 PM, so “lunch” was at 6:00 PM) with the crew, watched a bit more filming, and then bade the hard-working cast and crew a cheery farewell, and rolled back to our hotel to eat medium-rare springbok and mango sorbet. And the morning and the evening were the First Day…

Sea Herbs and Plants

When it comes to practicing sea witchcraft most people probably only really think about using seashells, fish bones, sea water etc but there’s a lot of herbs and plant life that can be used in sea magic as well.

Below are my own personal associations for plants and herbs that I use in my practice and some possible suggestions for those looking to find more plants and herbs to use in their sea craft.


Now, I know what you’re thinking, This probably sounds a little weird and out of place. And, it is. I associate lavender with the smell of the tide rolling in just after the sunset, and more importantly I associate it with the Salt-Bearer, who to me is the very heart of the ocean. It is the only commonly used herb that I find myself able to associate with the sea and because of this, it’s my go-to herb. I tend to lean away from using lavender essential oil in place of using the actual bulbs because to me, the oil, no matter how strong the scent seems to be lacking something. I just don’t use it in spell work. 

Associations: Ebb and flow, purity, evening tide.

 Sea Things I tend to use it for:

  • Protection charms
  • Purification Salt
  • Sea “Tea”
  • Banishing Salt
  • Simple Beauty Baths
  • Low tide powder
  • Submerged Casting
  • Cleansing Spray for Shells and Bottles
  • Sigils
  • Almost everything. 

White Roses

Once again, this probably sounds really straight and I want tonight but it is normal I denies that this probably won’t work with everyone. I can’t truly describe why I associate white roses so heavily with the sea and sea magic but it is a thing. And to be honest, I fucking hate roses in all their colors but I can tolerate white and once again through the Salt Bearer, I was shown that this plant can easily be used in ocean magic. 

Associations: Morning tide, High tide, The Moon/moonlight and the sails of a ship. 

Sea Things I Tend to Use It For: 

  • Baths
  • Purity Salt
  • The charging of sea water. 
  • High Tide powder
  • “Softer” spells

Sea Weed

Sea weed is a lovely, lovely plant to keep handy and I suggest that any aspiring sea witches pick up some if you can. Now, when you do pick up the sea weed, you can choose to dry it or keep it hydrated; that part is up to you. I usually choose the former method as dried sea weed can be crushed up into a semi-fine powder and used that way as well. 

Associations: Moving up in life (since seaweed grows toward sunlight), Prosperity, Money, Success. 

Sea Things that I Tend to Use it For:

  • Money spells
  • Prosperity spells
  • Curses to cause failure and money loss
  • Beauty spells and glamours
  • Good luck charms
  • Motivation spells

Sea Moss

Sea moss usually grows on rocks such as those pictured above though it can grow in other places, I’ve seen it on docks and such. Sea moss is definitely strange but also worth it. When going about collecting sea moss, you should never do it with your bare hands, the reason for this is that sometimes when you go to pull the moss off of the rock, there are barnacles beneath the moss or around it that you weren’t able to see. 

Every time that I have gone to get sea moss and used my hands, I ended up slicing them on barnacles. Not a pleasant thing. I would suggest bringing a butter knife, wedge that under the moss and carefully pull off a few pieces. 

Associations: Endurance, adapting, the waves (water beats against them)

Sea Things That I Tend To Use It For: 

  • Endurance charms 
  • Rebirth

Salt Hay


Salt hay is my absolute favorite seaside plant but unfortunately, the beach that I live close to barely has any so it’s very rare that I ever get the chance to get my hands on some. One of the reasons that I am so crazy about it is because of how it gross, this fucker literally grows through the salt water when other plants would have died. Metal. 

Associations: Strength, secrecy and concealment, the connection of land and sea, standing tall.

Some Sea Things To Use It For: 

Concealment spells


Self Appreciation Spells


Connecting of Two Unrelated Things

Other Ideas for Plants and Herbs to Use
Red Algae
Green Alage


Host: Give it up for the Friend-Zoned Loser and and the Mare-Heart bRUISERRRR!

Cal: You’re the Fisher Boy, I’m the Kisser Boy,

You’re her friend-zoned friend, I’m her bed-boyfriend!

Kilorn: Excuse me? Did I hear you right? Did you just say:

‘I’m her boyfriend’? Well lemme tell you that there’s no way!

Dude, as a fisher, I know when things fail,

You know how we say it? That ship has sailed!

Cal: And what did you think that I left her for?

Well dumbass, it’s to stop that war!

I’ll shape a better future, for our children of course,

She’ll crawl back to me with some great remorse!

Kilorn: If you think she’s gonna love you through-and-through,

Then boy, I’ve met fish with more brains than you!

Sure, together you once would sleep,

But now you left her all alone, just to weep!

Well, she’s gonna need a shoulder to cry on,

And lil’ Kilorn’s gonna be there to rely on.

I’m gonna take her in, hook, line, and sinker,

With no one as worthy, I’m gonna win her!

Cal: Yep, that’s the only way you’ll ever get Mare,

Only when no one around is near as fair.

Boy, let’s be honest, your standard’s down here, *hand very low*

Maybe not in height, but Mare and I are near. *hand at chest height*

Kilorn: Yeah and were you there when her older bros left?

When her family was starving and she turned to theft?

Might I remind you that it’s ya Silvers who did it

We were swallowing b-s until the very limit!

Cal: Ha-Ha. And you think that that was all me?

The person who started it, setting up this country?

I can’t help it that I’ve got Silver-blood,

But just ask what Mare thought when we were in the mud! *smirk*

Audience: OOOOOHH!!!

Kilorn: If you think that you screwed Mare first, 

This news is gonna shock you, cuz it’s the worst,

Mare already ‘did it’ with someone else!

Could’ve been me, but I won’t confess! *mic drop*

[crowd goes wild]

The book has a maroon jacket and embossed spine. It’s older, and he can tell when he picks it up and leafs through the pages. The musty smell reaches his nose and makes him sneeze into his arm. With a sniffle, he fans through the book, and it doesn’t take him long to realize it was one of Erwin’s.

His heart seizes, and he leaves the book open in his lap. He thinks about Erwin every day, sometimes every second, but Erwin’s never a surprise. Thinking of him is a constant, and the physical things that conjure Erwin are cataloged and sterilized. When Levi encounters them, he does so with bravery. Indifference. He has Erwin compartmentalized at this point into his psyche. The only place Erwin could affect him is in his dreams.

But this book. This book is different. It has Levi spooked, and he isn’t sure how to move forward. He turns a page. The language is old, the information flowery and, at this point, incorrect. It must have been Erwin’s father’s, and somehow having that knowledge made the book that much more difficult to hold. Another page and he discovers it’s talking about the ocean. His breathing gets caught in his chest as he reads.

Oceans are bodies of water with high salt content. They can range in color depending on location, from deep sapphire to gleaming turquoise. It is predicted that the ocean covers more of the surface of the world than land. Nobody has ever been able to touch the deepest depth of an ocean. Strange creatures are thought to originate under the surface.

Levi slaps the book shut and places it next to him. He brings his knees up to his chest and wraps his arms around his legs.

It wasn’t anything like that. The ocean was beautiful and living and moving. It was vast and mysterious and deep. It tasted different, like an exotic delicacy. And he supposed at the time that it was. They had never tasted freedom like that before–and that’s all the ocean was.


His chest grows tight, and there’s a sound emitting from his throat that’s foreign and hoarse. God dammit, he should have been there. He should have been at his side, their cloaks catching the wind like the sails of the ships illustrated on the book pages. He had fought the longest and hardest out of all of them. He got them all here. If it wasn’t for him…

The sob comes out long and hard, and Levi has never felt something shake through him so violently. His moaning cry echoes in the room as the tears pool and drop from his eyes. It wasn’t anything like that. It wasn’t some simple pages on a piece of paper. It was so fucking beautiful and Erwin wasn’t there. He wasn’t there, and it was the ugliest thing he had ever seen in his whole life. He hated the ocean. He fucking hated it.

His hands ball into his hair as he pushes his forehead into his knees. He struggles to breathe, but he doesn’t care. His sobs turn silent as he gasps in air. Erwin wasn’t there, and he’s not here now, and he can’t fucking stand it. Tears fall salty like the waters of the ocean, and he wishes so badly to drown in them.

The text above is an excerpt from a ficlet my lovely @gouguruheddo wrote for this pic to rip my heart completely into pieces <3 Thank you love.

Berseria prequel novel summary: Eizen and Aifread’s pirates

Here’s a summary of a part of the prequel novella that came bundled with the Tales of Berseria collector’s edition. On this part, we see what went on aboard the Van Eltia on the night of the Advent, when Aifread’s entire crew could see Eizen for the first time.

(you can find more prequel novel summaries here!)

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One More Prayer

A/N: I’m not super happy with this, but I need to clear my pending fics and drabbles. 

He knelt in the sand. His breath shallow. His memories assaulted him.

He remembered, he remembered how her blood made his magic sing, made his soul come alive. For centuries his sleep was plagued with screams he had never heard, just imagined. She had burned away his nightmares, lit the darkness and filled his soul with light.

He had failed his fireheart.

He remembered running to her, remember how his blood called for him to go to her. He remembered the red opal flames as she rose from her fear and unleashed her powers. They were carranam, a sacred bond, bound by blood and soul.  

He had failed his equal.

He remembered when they had promised each other, the words echoing in his mind. We could find the way back together. Remembered when they agreed to give each other space to sort themselves out. He remembered the day she claimed him as her friend and she would stand beside him to whatever end. Even blood bound to the queen bitch, he would do the same. Together they chose to walk out of darkness.

He had failed his friend.

He remembered the shock when he realized he loved her. It took two hundred three years, seventy-three days, for his heart to ache with that familiar pang he had once felt for another. He knew that he loved her, the moment the ship carrying her to Adarlan set sail.

He had failed his lover.

He remembered the vows just spoken yesterday echoed through his mind. Promises to guide them to whatever end. She chose him and he chose her. Broken bits and all. Together they would build a better world. Together.

He had failed his wife.

He remembered. He remembered every moment that screamed at him the truth, the truth he was too broken to see.  He remembered her scream when the arrow pierced his chest an inch away from his heart. He remembered the phantom pain when she was stabbed. He remembered every territorial response to cherish and protect her.    

He had failed his mate.

He grabbed two fistfuls of sand. She said it had been borrowed time anyway. He felt the grains of sand slip from his hand, just as she had slipped from him.

He faced the sun, the one goddess that answered his prayers, and hoped she would answer one more.

anonymous asked:

Idk if you do fantasy aus but maybe #18 with vampire hoseok?

✎ things you said when you were scared ✎
2.2k words ; romance + fluff [ pg-13 ]

Originally posted by osyub

a/n: ok so ive never tried fantasy but im p proud of this i like how this turned out :’)

When Hoseok first told you of his condition, you had laughed him off, pinning it down on the fact that he’s downed one too many shots and had an imagination that couldn’t compare. However, the sobriety in his voice, the plea in his eyes were enough for your laughter to die in your throat.

“You can’t be serious.” You blinked, a nervous chuckle slipping past your lips to hide your trembling fingers in front of you.

Hoseok’s eyes had dropped to your hand holding the cup, before his gaze flicked back up to you as he licked his lips. You froze in your seat and he realized at the same time what the action had implied. “I won’t hurt you.”

“I don’t know that.”

“I’ve been with you for a year now. You know I would never hurt you.”

“This is a joke.” You gulped, tightening your hold around the glass in your hand. “I’m going to wake up and a hangover will be the death of me and this will all be a nightmare.”

A flicker of hurt passed through his eyes. “I wish it was.”

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An hour ago, we were upon a fool’s errand to capture Captain Flint and find an island that does not exist - you’re welcome for that by the way - evade a ship full of redcoats, fight through a ship full of pirates, and somehow get past Long John Silver. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but this is considerably better luck than you and I have experienced lately.

an: apparently my muse is still alive and kicking, it just likes to spend almost an entire year dormant before doing me a solid. this is heavily inspired by ‘uprooted’ my naomi novik, but it’s completely unnecessary to know anything at all about it, though you should definitely read it and cry about it with me.

Summary: Killian Jones has no desire to return to Misthaven, but his captain and his crew are tied to the kingdom in a way he has never understood, and they consider it a duty to be there for the Choosing. Once every fifteen years, the witch in her high tower chooses a man or woman among them and whisks them away, in payment for all she has done to save this kingdom, and to most it is considered a blessing to be chosen. All Killian wants is for the Choosing to be finished and The Jewel to return to sea, and to forget once again all that Misthaven has taken from him.

The Price: Chapter One

There was a hum of quiet anticipation hanging over the bay when The Jewel of the Realm docked in port, despite the teeming masses of ships, boats and dingys all huddled in together - and Killian sighed as he surveyed the place. He’d been too young to really remember the last Choosing, but Liam had woven him grand stories of it - of the mass of people who returned to their homeland, of the ceremony and the excitement bubbling among the residents of this land, of the tense wonder of the people as they waited to see who would be chosen from their ranks. Killian, for his part, didn’t understand it. He’d spent so little time ashore in this kingdom, he could hardly understand why this day, this day that happened once every fifteen years, was so important to the people of Misthaven.

Liam, for all his stories of the land they’d been born in, had no way of explaining the importance of this day. His own memories of growing up amidst the sailors and pirates who frequented their mothers inn while on land were more emotion than anything else, and no matter the tales Liam spun of the place he remembered so fondly, Killian had never quite understood what he meant when he called the place home.

To Killian it was nothing more than a place to resupply.

It was meant to be an honor, being chosen, the greatest honor a man or woman of Misthaven could receive, but for himself, it seemed more like imprisonment.

“Who d’you think it’ll be, this time?”

Killian bit out a sigh, turning to give their quartermaster an unimpressed look. They’d only returned for fear the crew might mutiny if not given the chance to be among those the Swan could choose from - despite an understanding among the crew that of anyone in Misthaven, these merchant sailors were some of the least likely to be chosen in the entire realm, there was a feeling among most of them that even the dream of a chance would be enough. At the very least, they wanted a story to tell, desired that bit of genuine truth to the tales they spun in taverns and whorehouses across the world. The Choosing, they imagined, would make for a larger than life story.

“I’d just as soon cut off my own hand as make idle speculations about what sort of person an immortal sorceress prefers for a servant, Turk. The sooner it’s done and we’re on our way, the better, I say.”

Turk, for his own part, seemed scandalized by the insinuation that the Chosen were merely servants, but Killian had never been led to believe otherwise. Those few who spent their years with the Swan rarely ever spoke of them, and though they never said a single derogatory thing about the witch in her high tower, they never spoke a kind word, either.

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anonymous asked:

Hello my dear Ea. I hope you would consider expanding your fanfictions to the Six of Crows fandom. Your writing is the brainchild of Leigh Bardugo and Sarah J. Maas. Bardugo's dark, complex, heavy to Maas's intricate, ambiguous, and misted writing styles impregnate your own style. The Six of Crows fandom is very quiet, and I'd think you'd be the perfect one to help it rise up. The Dregs could use a Wraith-like writer like you.

Dear anon: I hope this lived to your expectations, as it has to mine. I need a major refresher on Six of Crows and Crooked Kingdom, as they are one of the rare books I am currently not hoarding in my library. If you want to send me details and summaries of this fandom, I beg of you so I can focus more on other relationships and scenes, rather than this futuristic one. The offer extends to everyone as well. Thank you for the prompt idea.

He was starved. Not for the grains of sustenance, but for something much deeper. An elusive abstract thought that knocked quite concretely against his heart and roared in his mind. 

Crooked Crow

The sky was bleeding.

Not the clear droplets of the salted water churned over cycles of time through shifting, phasing forms—but the thick, crimson cursed and created lifeblood of the slowly deceased and tortured mutilated.

Kaz Brekker leaned against his cane, staring at the scarlet sea that had gathered near the port, swarming into the crashing of waves of the roaring ocean.

Behind him, his crew celebrated in their houses, the tinkering of the glasses clinking and whisper of shared laughs and easy smiles filling the sordid rooms. In front of him, the Bastard of the Barrel imagined the ghost of a ship reigned through the infested seas of crime, a congregation for the crooked.

It was that one ship that held a chipped crack of his heart. It was that one ship that crushed the crooked. It was that one ship that carried his one facet he needed to continue—other than greed.

The scent of the rotten bodies did not drive him from the pier when the thin thread of hope of the ship docking held him firmly. The lines of blood pooling around his shoes did not have him walking away, but rather rooted in position. The overhaul of loneliness chained him to the pier.

For living life of emptiness had satiated his brain, but never his soul. His desires, long suppressed, a facet of one of his oppressed for the cravings for more and more riches. For too long had his dream of bathing in golds and silver and diamonds and crystals been fulfilled, leaving the blowing wind’s whisper of what else could their possibly be?

Surmounting over challenges from Van Eck’s heist to infiltration the Ice Prison…the days of the impossible had been checked.

Except one impossible did escape from him. Right from his fingertips, and could have been captured by the words ripping from his mouth.

“I will have you without your armor, Kaz Brekker. Or I will not have you at all.”

The sound of true elation, of his heart thrumming an answering beat—the source of hope and soothing had dissipated upon that sailing ship—a forged weapon to make a difference, to bring down slavers and the wrongdoers that had wronged her and her mandate.

He was fooling himself. He didn’t give a damn about the ship. He only cared about the captain of the ship.

Inej Ghafa.

The Wraith.

The only Suli he believed that existed.

A shadowed, nimble shape crossed through the dampened mist and polluted fog.

Air left his lungs, and the Bastard of the Barrel untucked a handkerchief out of his pocket.

The shape emerged through the blur, an avenging angel of darkness with a mission of lightness.

Stepping out of the puddles of red, the Bastard of the Barrel wiped away the liquid-ruby coating the edges of his shoes.

The shape crested the end of the dock, the sound of the engine hissing towards its final gasp of air.

Strolling towards the very edge, the Bastard of the Barrel welcomed The Wraith with a calculated charm emanating from his inked body.

The shape shuddered to a stop, the sound of the platform slamming into the port. Shouts of victory from the latest conquest filled his ears, but he filtered through each sound until he heard that mystic laughter he could drink on till his sorrows drowned away.

When the first feminine figure stalked down the ramp with a panther’s agile, Kaz Brekker welcome Inej Ghafa home.

“Your…your ankle is fine?” Kaz Brekker rasped out.

Inej slowly turned her head at the man who had never learned what it was to be a child, to become the master and monster of the darkness, and thrived on the cunning and feral side of nature’s vices.

“Only a scar.” She tilted her head, and curled her legs into the office’s balcony. “Another reminder.”

“Is he dead?”

“Six feet under, strung and gutted.”

A grim smile. “Good.”

Silence fell upon them, and Inej looked back out the window where the moon faintly shone her beams onto the ghastly settlements, sticks and woods and stones fortified as a testament to the already weak will to survive.

Footsteps crossed the threshold, and a towering figure stood next to her small yet sturdy frame. She blinked up into the grayish rays.

A hand touched the top of hers, and it took years of vigorous training and restrained silence to not jolt.

If she looked down at the cold skin touching hers, he would most likely withdraw. So Inej made the bold decision to lean her head against his chest, soaking in his presence that had filled her past and present, and perhaps her future.

Kaz seemed to be walking the same path as she, as he slipped down onto the balcony next to her, wrapping hesitant arms around her waist. Inej swore she could feel the saints smiling down on her as the male tucked her under his chin, nimble fingers stroking her hair.

They said nothing as they stared out into the tranquility of oblivion in which Inej could detect the traces of music.

“Is there a celebration?” she said almost accusingly.

The fingers against her hair stopped. “Is this not one?”

“Saints, Kaz,” Inej drew a breath. “I thought Jesper or Nina were avoiding me.”

A heartbeat later, Kaz’s fingers resumed their ministrations. “That’s not possible. To merely not want to have you—” He fumbled with the words, shifting his weight slightly. “You are my Saint, Inej Ghafa. And I am the King of the Dregs.”

“Not Wraith?”

Inej didn’t need to turn around see the crooked smile when she already knew the man who had risen from the darkest holes of penury and violence to form an invisible empire of loyalty and creed.

“Is there a Suli proverb preventing you from being both?” The coldness of his touches kissed her exposed skin, sending flickers of warmth to every pore.

“I don’t think Saints are killers, Kaz,” she mused.

Silence. Then:

“You removed my gloves, saw my sins, and revealed the fallen,” Kaz said, his voice sandpaper. “Not all Saints arose because of holiness.”

“Kaz Brekker, what are you saying?”

From the fringes of vision, he knew that he would not his fairytale with Brody. From yesterday’s excursion resulting in today’s bloodshed, he knew that he had his years long vengeance completed. From today’s knowledge, Pekka Rollin’s strung and gutted body meant a chance at what Nina had so often preached, what Jesper claimed he fought for.

Inej gasped as a flutter and storm of crows streamed from the office, a flurry of darkness and softness, feathers beating into the night. When the sullen atmosphere fell calm again, Kaz had set her on her feet, where the rest of the crew—Jesper, Nina, Matthias, and Wylan—stood at the door frame, empty cages hanging from their arms.

Nina’s sweet sound of laughter warmed the room, Matthias staring not at the fact Inej was in Kaz’s embrace, but at the Grisha’s face of elation and contentedness. As Jesper grinned at Wylan’s red face, Kaz leaned down to Inej’s ear, his lips brushing her skin.

“You are not just my Saint,” Kaz Brekker, Bastard of the Barrel, whispered. “But my salvation.”

I know we are all excited because the Nygmobblepot ship is sailing again, but can we take a second to appreciate how amazing Fox is? That man is wonderful! I have loved him since day one and I love him even more now. He is so good with people who have severe mental illness. It took him about 5 seconds to realize that Ed was not just killing at random. He was clearly going through something very difficult. He spoke to Ed calmly in the car, and rather than blaming him for things and threatening him, Fox endeavored to understand why Ed made the choices he did. He didn’t want to upset him any further. I honestly believe that is why Ed allowed him to live. Subconsciously he knew Fox is one of the few people in the world who wants to understand him and who is kind to him.

99 Problems (8/)

  Summary : You are an agent that worked alongside the Avengers , with an unusually close friendship with Captain Rogers. What happened when he reveals his true feelings for you before you leave on an undercover mission?  By the time you return from the mission, you’ve missed the events of Civil War.  What happens when you come home and most of your friends are gone? And when they return?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader, Avengers x Reader.

Warnings: Swearing, flirting, angst, fluff, and smut ;)

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                                                       Chapter 8

   You hear the door open behind you , your hands fly to your cheeks to wipe away any lingering tears. 

“ Y/n?“  Steve asks, his voice coming from right behind you . 

You turn to him , plastering a fake smile on, ” Good morning Steve.“ you try to sound happy, but you can tell Steve sees right through it .

” You know, I can still read you like the back of my hand. “ he says as he crosses his arms. You sigh, then begin telling him what happened last night with Bucky .   When you finish the story , he pinches the bridge of his nose as he groans.

" Ill talk to him .” he says, moving towards the door. You grab his hand to stop him .

“No, Steve this is something I should do on my own . I just - not right now.” you answer quietly .

“ Why not right now? Y/n, he doesn’t want that girl, and if he does something with her its going to be out of spite & bother both of you. "  Yelling from outside breaks you from your conversation with Steve, you both look to the window, seeing Bucky and Johnny yelling at each other.                                                                                                                                 ” Oh shit. “ you say as you rush to the door with Steve hot on your heel. When you make it down to them , Bucky is reeling his fist back . You launch forward, grabbing onto it.

” Bucky no !“ you say as he turns to see who stopped him .

 ” Of course you’d be the one to stop me.“ he snaps.” What the hell is that suppose to mean?!“ you shout . Now you and Bucky are face to face, anger radiating off of both of you .

” Guys-“

” Shut up Steve.“ you both say at the same time.

” Bucky what the hell is wrong with you!“ you angrily ask .

” Theres nothing wrong with me ! Keep your boy toy on a leash , he was hitting on my girl “ His Girl? You hear the girl from the beach giggle, walking up and lacing her arm through Buckys. She leans up pressing her lips to his ,you nearly lose it . 

You let out a cold laugh , ” Oh really ? Your new girl? “ you ask , you direct you gaze to her , ” You have 20 seconds to get the hell out of here .“ you growl at her.

” I don’t think so.“ She replies bravely. You send her an impressed look , then take a step towards her. Steves arm wraps around your waist stopping you ,

” I would listen to her ma'am. I don’t think I can hold her back.“ Steve says to the girl.  She scoffs, moving behind Bucky to use him as a shield.  Bucky is wearing a sick grin that’s begging to be wiped off his face.

 ” Steve, let me go.“ you demand, and to your surprise he listens.

You lock eyes with the girl , ” You want him, you got him Honey. Goodluck. You did me a favor, Saved me from telling an asshat like him that I love him.“  The last words falling from your lips before you can stop them . Your eyes go wide, mirroring everyone elses. You didn’t even realize how far you had fallen until this moment when the words involuntarily flew from your lips in a moment of hurt & anger. You turn , leaving everyone absolutely silent.  You don’t try to fight the tears that are falling now as you climb the stairs to your room.   Before you can shut your door a hand slides through .

" 10 /10 on that performance . You left everyone speechless. ” Johnny says, trying to make you laugh . When he sees he failed, he pulls you to him . You push away though , wiping the tears from your eyes.  You hear a knock on your door, and he goes to see who it is . Him and Steve return ,

“  What Steve.” you snap when you see him staring at you .

“  Talk to him.” Is all he says ,all you can do is laugh.

“ You’re kidding , right Steve?” Johnny asks

“ I  don’t think so sweetheart. That ship, has sailed and sunk. ” you say while you flop down on your bed.

 ” Y/n?“ Oh hell no.You immediately sit up at the sound of Buckys voice,

” Get the hell out.“ you say . You lock eyes with him, and he steps towards you . ” What don’t you understand Barnes. Get. Out.“ you growl.  He keeps moving towards you , making your anger boil over.  ” Your girl wouldn’t appreciate you being in my room ,would she? “ you question with fake sincerity.

” Y/n I’m sorry I shoul-“   you push past him , exiting your room.

 Johnny catches up to you before you reach the stairs , he grabs your hand, pulling you with as he sprints down the stairs.  When you reach the bottom of the stairs he grabs a random pair of keys off the hooks then continues outside.  When he hit the alarm button on the keys,Tonys red convertible starts blinking.  You hear johnny pretty much moan at the sight and he hops in the drivers seat. You leap over the passenger door,landing in the seat beside him. Both super soldiers barrel out of the front door after you guys, but its too late . The car flies past them in a blur , you can hear them yelling after you but it soon fades.       

  When you return to the house a few hours later,  you feel much better . You spent the day arm in arm with Johnny, walking around & eating at every icecream shop you could find. You both try to sneak into the house quietly,  you’re praying the team is out back or on the beach  . It was too early for them to be asleep .

You silently close the front door,  you and johnny both yelp when FRIDAYS voice appears.  ” Sergeant Barnes, Miss Y/n has returned.“ He would ask to be told when I’m back . Fucking creep.

  Bucky walks through the kitchen doorway , standing in front of you. Awkward silence ensues, until you break it by laughing. ” Well, that was fun . But I’m gonna hit the showers. Night boys. “ you say as you go to the stairs.

 ” y/n its only like 6 !“ Johnny calls after you . You flick him off over your shoulder as you start on the stairs.  You don’t get too far before a hand wraps around your wrist. You turn on the step , as you an arm snakes around your knees and you fall over someones shoulder.

” What the fuck. Put me down!“ you yell, you look up seeing Johnny in the same spot you left him .Oh fuck . You realize Bucky is the one carrying you , you start squirming in his hold.

” Unless you wanna fall head first down the stairs I suggest you stop. “ he warns as he climbs the stairs.  When he finally stops , he tosses you onto your bed.

“  I should of let you explain last night, I jumped to about 500 different conclusions instead. I thought you were embarrassed that Johnny caught us, or that maybe you wanted him instead.  Or that you came to your senses and realized that you deserve more than me .  I love you Y/n , I’ve known for a while, but when you kissed me I couldn’t hide it anymore. The thought of you not -”

“ Stop.” you say  . You are barely holding in the tears now, you move from your bed to your door.

 ” Y/n please-“ his voice cracks .

” Your goal was to hurt me by being with that girl, right? To hurt me like you were last night? Congratulations,you got what you wanted.I thought you were different ,I didn’t think you’d ever hurt me on purpose, whether we are friends or lovers.  You’re not who I thought you were . “ 

 " I’m the same person Y/n,  I made a mistake, and I am sorry for it.  But can you honestly tell me you wouldn’t of done the same if you were in my shoes last night ? If I pushed you away , what would you of done?” he was getting aggravated now, anger taking over his tone.  

“ I would of let you explain!”

“ Oh really? Like you did today when you took off with Johnny!?” he shouts.Oh crap. 

You sigh , realizing he is partially right. When you don’t answer, he sighs as he pinches the bridge of his nose. You walk back to the bed and sit on the edge. He sits next to you , your elbows brushing eachothers.

 "When I came here, I really only had Steve.  You didn’t even know me, and you came to my rescue when Ross showed up . You came hurling into my life like a hurricane; a beautiful, crazy as fuck, caring hurricane. You blew away everything I thought I knew , and accepted me as I am; a broken monster . I didn’t think I stood a chance, why would someone as wonderful & sweet as you , love a disaster like me?“ he says . 

 You turn, your hands going to cradle his cheek. Tears are slowly falling down your cheeks at his words, at how low he sees himself.

” You are not a monster, do you hear me Bucky? You are far from it .“ you tell him , but you see the insecurity in his eyes.  " I didn’t want to push you away , ” you sigh , trying to gain the courage to continue, “ You spent your life having decisions made for you , never having the chance to choose what you wanted to do . I didn’t want to bombard you with my feelings, and make you think you had to feel the same.  You’re still piecing together your memories Buck, I didn’t want to add more weight on your shoulders. “ 

” So , you made the choice for me , huh?“ he scoffs.

 ” No! I was just- okay I know it seems like that . But I wasn’t - ugh this is just so- I wanted to talk about it with you last night. See if that was you really wanted, if I was what you really wanted .“ you say shyly.  The room is filled with silence, until Buckys deep laughter shatters it. You whip your head towards him in  confusion at his outburst.  

He shakes his head, then leans over and places his lips gently on yours in a quick kiss, ” I love you.“ he says , his lips brushing against yours.

” I love you Bucky.“ you confess. The second the words leave your lips his fingers card through your hair, pulling you closer to him . You don’t resist, giving in as his lips move with yours . You run your tongue over his bottom lip, and he immediately parts his lips to let you in. As the kiss gets dirtier, you push his shoulders back, knocking him flat on the bed . You straddle his lap, quickly taking off your shirt. 

You lean back down to connecting your lips once again . His hands are all over you , massaging your breasts, then sliding down your sides to grope your ass . He flips you both , then removes the rest of your clothes, then his. The feeling of his metal fingers swiping through your drenched folds sends a new set of chills through your body.  His fingers tease your clit as his lips trail down your neck .  

” Bucky , I cant wait. Just please.“ you beg through the moans that slip out. He leans down , starting a passionate kiss as he glides his cock through your folds . Your hips lift as you feel his tip prodding at your entrance . He slides into you , both of you moaning at the feeling . He gives you a moment to adjust before he begins slowly thrusting .  He stays slow for a while, before he grips your hips and starts pounding into you.

” God, you don’t know how good you feel doll. “ his voice was raspy and strained.Your back arches as he picks up his pace, you can tell you aren’t going to last long from the way you can already feel yourself clamping around him.

 "Bucky I’m-"   His grip tightens on your hips, his pace quickening as he slams even harder into you . ” Oh my god.“ you whimper . You spiral into your orgasm, loud whines leaving your lips as you tightly shut your eyes.  Bucky doesn’t stop though , just continues relentlessly fucking you as he chases his finish.

” I think I can get one more out of you Darling.“ he says between grunts. His fingers find your clit, the feeling of cold metal hitting your sensitive folds sends a shock through you . He keeps his animalistic pace as he harshly circles your clit. You can feel his rhythm falter, signaling you that hes close.

” Bucky , harder !“  He listens, almost violently fucking you into your second orgasm and him into his . He cums moaning your name, and you swear it’s the sweetest thing you’ve ever heard.   He rolls off to your side, both of you panting  .

  ” Mr.Barnes,  Mr Stark requests your presence in the back yard when you are ready .“  FRIDAYS voice startles both of you . You can feel the ache in your body forming already as you stand to dress.  Before you can take a step, Buckys arm is around your waist tugging you back down.  

” Don’t go anywhere. Ill be back. “ He says as he gently kisses you . You giggle and lay back down.    

 When you wake up , you grab your phone and see its been a couple hours since Bucky went to talk to Tony. You look to the other side of your bed and find it empty. Where is he?  You roll out of bed to find him . You find him in the kitchen, staring out the back windows at the ocean.  His posture was tense, setting off alarms in your mind. What could Tony of possibly said to him  .

” You never came back .“ you say quietly. He doesn’t turn around when he responds ,

” I know. “ You step behind him, beginning to wrap your arms around his waist from behind. As your hands go to meet at his stomach his hands stop you, grabbing onto yours and removing them .  

"  Whatever this is, its over."  he says coldly.

"  What are you -  It barely even started Bu-”

“ Its over. I dont want this. ”

I’m sorry , what?

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anonymous asked:

You know Jughead is aro/ace,,, right? It's hurtful to the community to see him shipped like this.

Dear anon, you know jughead is openly ace only in the latest run of the comics, where he’s also portrayed as aro? In the tv show he’s portrayed as straight, as of now. In the previous run of the comics, while generally shown to stay away from romantic relationships, he’s had romantic inclinations and he’s also been queercoded.

I don’t think there is anything wrong with shipping Jughead with someone, in a straight or gay or queerplatonic relationship. We are all free to ship it with someone if we like, being it a person or an hamburger. Ships should sail free, if someone shipped Kevin with Betty, i wouldn’t be bothered at all.

Moreover i don’t think it’s actually harmful. On tumblr, ships are what really drives the interest of the fandom. Bughead and Jarchie(the main Jughead ships for Riverdale) are the means through which Jughead’s character becomes more popular, and with that also the notion that in the comics he is asexual. So people start reading the comics, and the fics, many of which feature ace Jughead. All of this leads to a sensitization towards asexuality in its various forms. 

Of course, i understand if aromantic people don’t like seeing Jughead shipped with someone, but that doesn’t mean people shouldn’t ship it.

Btw, my personal headcanon is ace Jughead x Archie.

*Bedtime Stories* Newt x reader

◘ Anonymous asked:

Hello! Your stories are so cute! I don’t know if this story is the best idea but I thought it might be cute. The reader comes home from a long day at work and when she goes to check on their daughter and son she finds newt reading a story to the kids and like making voices for each character and just being sweet! ❤️


A/N: Dr. Doolittle was published in 1920 and I thought it would fit with Newt :) I can see him reading it to his children haha

It had been a rather long and strenuous day at the Ministry and you were beyond thrilled to finally be home. Kicking off your shoes and removing your coat, you yawned as you made your way down the hallway to check on your two children. 

You and your Magizoologist husband, Newt Scamander, had two beautiful children. The eldest was your daughter, Jane. She was five years old and had a beautiful head of curly dark red hair. Your son, Emmet, was three and had a head of hair mixed with red and your h/c. 

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