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finnpryce‌:

“S’all yours dove– don’t worry,” Finn replied, his voice a warm rumble in his chest that was just loud enough to be heard in the relative quiet around them. Wine wasn’t something he’d ever developed much of a taste for throughout his life– he’d rather have beer or proper liquor before he accepted wine from anyone at all but everyone had their tastes and he recognized that. “You’d probably be better off just drinking from the bottle,” He mused, glancing briefly at Waverly as amusement settled in him at the sight of the bag she’d brought along and the passing thought that she’d brought along something else to drink from. “If you’ve got a glass or summat with you I reckon you’d be more likely to break it out here than use it properly, eh? The wine bottle’d probably be more durable.”

Waverly chuckled as she slipped out of her clothes and into the water. Opening her small cooler back and setting the bottle into it so that it would stay cool. “Now now Finn, I could very well do that. But I did not achieve the status I did to drink from a bottle when I could drink from a glass.” And with that she pulled out a glass and poured her self a glass of wine as she settled. “Besides, I’ve found that even those things that look fragile can often be very durable.” The blonde hummed with a wink. 

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isak-bergstrom‌:

This one definitely had bark and he didn’t want to be on the receiving end of her bite. Instead of arguing further on the manner, Isak let out a low growl and looked the other way. His eyes fixated on the villa’s layout, trying to remember each room and which were allotted to him. It was clear the two had gotten off on the wrong footing, yet to think they’d become instant bffs was laughable. Isak knew his place in all of this. Even as her words seemed to relax concerning alcohol, he knew better than to press her further on the subject. That would be reserved for another day. “Very well,” is all that he replied. At least she seemed to take his compliment wholeheartedly. Her villa was definitely one of the nicer ones he had seen. Maybe she was one of the higher ups. Turning his full attention back to her he asked, “How do I know which royals you don’t like? Do you have an actual list?” The wheels began turning in his head, causing him to spout off, “What about Alrik Bergström, my brother?”

Waverly heard the low growl but she wasn’t going to address it. He could cope with his situation however he saw fitting. She wasn’t going to ask him to bow at her feet. Common respect was simple and so was rule following in her eyes. Her slim shoulders rolled at the question. “I’ll make it known if you bring someone around I don’t like. I don’t keep an actual list because that would require learning peoples’ names.”  Her eyebrows furrowed slightly at the name. The royal that was killed. Had no one spoke to this man about his brother yet? She shook her head. “I’ve never met him.” She hadn’t. “You’re better off asking another royal here.” It would also probably be better for him to hear the news from those he was close and not the pirate who was in charge of him from this point on. She may not be kind, but Waverly wasn’t soul-less. 

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finnpryce‌:

Finn was a naturally friendly person– it was rare that he felt the need to be alone and rarer still that he made any effort to act on that feeling when it flared up in him, cold and rough in the pit of his stomach. In truth, he hated the feeling. He felt much more like himself when he had the opportunity to be around people but rather than find solace in company he’d nursed his own bad mood until he found himself wandering the island in search of a bit of solitude before he found the hot springs and made a split second decision to stay there until he was forced to return to the more populated section of the island. It took him all of seconds to strip and settle in the hot springs– his eyes slipping closed as a sigh of contentment escaped him; his solace was short-lived as he heard footsteps approaching the springs and he inhaled deeply to steel himself for the company. “If you’re lookin’ to join me you’re more than welcome— unless you’re lost. In which case– gimme a mo’ and I’ll get dressed and help ya find your way out of here.”

Waverly had a long day and was looking for a little bit of relaxation. She normally would go for a dip in the pool but with having a royal to watch over now made it so that she would never truly be alone. So she took a bottle of wine and a glass and made her way towards the Hot Springs. It was slightly disheartening to see a figure in the water but it was at least nice to hear a somewhat familiar voice. “I’m fine with some company but I won’t be sharing the wine.” She hummed, holding up the bottle and smiling softly at the other as she set her bag down.

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isak-bergstrom‌:

Given that this pirate was allowing him to stay at her own personal home, he figured he could at least be cordial. Did he enjoy being held captive against his own will? Fuck no. But Isak was smart enough not to be a nuisance when things were looking up for him, lest he ruin his chances in staying at the comfy abode. His eyes followed the things she pointed out. During the tour he stayed mostly quiet, too curious to interject with some type of witticism. A frown did move onto his features when she mentioned alcohol being off limits. Hopefully Hunter had better luck in that department and would willingly share with him. If not Hunter, perhaps Ingrid or another royal friend. If he was to stay on the island and kept from misbehaving, he’d need some source of alcohol. Once she was done with explaining the full layout, Isak’s brows arched as he asked, “So if I’m a good boy you might allow me some alcohol? I didn’t know that bar was off limits. I just walked right in and was served. Maybe your people should put a sign that says ‘No royals allowed’ in bright red letters. Can’t blame a newbie for seeking out a drink.” Isak tried his best not to smirk in the blonde’s presence. It was proving to be rather difficult, yet he managed an even smile on his face. “You have a lovely home here,” he said truthfully.

Apparently the royal could keep his snide remarks to himself for a while. It was good to know that he did have a brain in what seemed to be a thick skull covered in light hair. Her hands remained on her hips as her own blonde head nodded. “Yeah, that’s exactly what I said. I don’t care why you did what you did, you broke a rule. I’m sure there’s a sign somewhere around there that says that. Maybe reading is just not your specialty.” She countered, shrugging her shoulders as she kept her gaze locked on the other. “Prove to me that it really was just an accident and you can get your hands on some booze.” At the compliment, the smallest hint of a smirk formed on her lips. “I know I do. Let’s keep it that way. I don’t want any royals I don’t like over here either. No parties or get togethers or whatever and if I don’t like one of your little friends, don’t bring them over, got it?”

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👶 Would your muse be a good parent? Do they want to be a parent, if they are not already?

Waverly would be a good parent but would constantly think she’s fucking it up the whole time or being anything like her own. She would say she doesn’t want to be a parent every day of her life because of the parents she had but deep deep deep deep deep deep down she wants kids.

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🐝 Is there anything that your muse is allergic to?

Nope. At least, not that she knows of.

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💘 What does your muse look for in a lover? Is there anyone in their life currently which reflects these qualities?               

🎓 What level of education does your muse have? If they are educated, what was their schooling like?                

👩 What is your muse’s mother like? Does your muse have a good relationship with her?               

👨 What is your muse’s father like? Does your muse have a good relationship with him?                

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👪 Does your muse have any siblings? If so, do they get along with them?                

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👛 Is your muse wealthy? If so, what is their attitude towards people who are less well-off? If not, what is their attitude towards people who are wealthier than them?                

🐱 Does your muse have any pets? If not, what pet would they really like?                

🐝 Is there anything that your muse is allergic to?                

🐛 Does your muse have any phobias?                

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🌈 What are three wishes that your muse would make?                

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Physical Contact Starters           

SOFT

“Your hands are so warm.”

“Ah, that feels good…”

“Wait… are you braiding my hair?”

“Is it okay if I lean on you?”

“Just hold me for awhile. Please.”

“You don’t mind me touching you there, right?”

“Oh! I didn’t mean to fall asleep leaning on you.”

“Don’t stop stroking my hair…”

“Be gentle with me.”

“Y’know, I could go for a back rub right now. Just saying.”

“Please… Kiss me, even if it’s just this once.”

“I bet I’m strong enough to pick you up.”

“Can I use your lap as a pillow?”

“Touch me. I don’t care how. I just need to feel something right now…”

“I could kiss you all over.”

“That tickles!”

“Mind washing my back for me?”

“I didn’t know you were the cuddling type.”

“I love how soft your lips are.”

“Don’t get up just yet, I’ll miss having you next to me.”

“No one’s kissed me like that in a long time.”

ROUGH

“Ow! That fucking hurt!”

“Keep talking, and I’ll seriously slap the shit out of you.”

“You stepped on my foot!”

“Did you do that on purpose?”

“Please be more gentle next time…”

“Don’t squeeze so tight!”

“Hey, don’t touch me there. It hurts.”

“Did you just bite me?!”

“Next time I’ll hit you like I mean it.”

“Is that the best you’ve got?”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“I’ll make you bleed.”

“You really can’t take a hit, can you?”

“Hey!! What was that for?!”

“Shit, are you crying? I didn’t mean to do it that hard.”

“That stung a little. Go easy on me next time.”

“Don’t tell me you can’t handle a little sparring.”

“You almost knocked me over!”

“I won’t stop until I hear you scream.”

“That’s gonna leave a bruise…”

“You broke my nose!”

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isak-bergstrom‌:

Maybe feisty was an understatement concerning this one. Time would only tell. “Cute,” he curtly remarked, not feeling an ounce of fear. The pirates in general didn’t scare him. He really never gave much thought to them since his father was still king and dealt with politics. Sweden, unlike a lot of countries, wasn’t overly effected by pirate raids or ship captures. 

Once they arrived to the villa, Isak listened to her instructions. There wasn’t much to go off of except that he had the necessities. Isak simply nodded his head and smiled when she mentioned her name. It suited her considering she was a pirate that sailed on the waves. “Waverly,” he repeated still smiling. He’d definitely let his nickname for her slip, which made him wonder what that would warrant him. “Well Waverly, it sounds like you’ve got everything in place for my arrival. Care to show me around?” 

He could at least follow the simple instruction as to what to call her so he did seem to have a brain in his thick skull. “Fine.” She stated as she walked in and pointed to the kitchen. “That’s the kitchen. If you take any food, tell me what you take so I can get more of it. If I say not to touch something in the fridge then don’t. The bar is off of the living room. It’s off limits. I’ll know if you take anything. Be a good boy and maybe you can get a treat but for the time being since that stunt you played, it’s locked and off limits. Your bathroom is over hear. The second bedroom has my studio in it and occasionally functions as a guest bedroom. My bedroom, bathroom, and study are also off limits. You can go in the pool. Don’t drown. Any questions?”

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finnpryce‌:

“I’ll have you know I freely compliment beautiful women at my leisure, thank you very much,” Finn drawled, screwing his face up into an expression of mock offense. “But I’m not much for drinking alone, y’know? That feels like a quick descent into something that won’t be all that great. So, cheers to you, dove— you’re saving me.” His expression shifted as he smiled brightly, “I’m Finn, by the by. You’re… Waverly, yeah? Am I getting that right?”

“Oh I believe that baby. And it’s certainly nothing to be ashamed of.” She teased lightly before laughing softly. “Well when you put it that way it sounds like I’m an angel just by having a drink with you.” Her blonde head of hair nodded. “I am. You’re getting that right. Kind of a strange name but my parents were very strange people.” She narrowed her eyes slightly. “Remind me of the ship you’re on.”

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isak-bergstrom‌:

Immediately he knew what she was referring to. Isak’s impromptu drink at the Pirate Lounge landed him in some trouble, yet he simply feigned ignorance to get out of punishment. It also helped that he pointed out the negligence displayed by the pirates for allowing him to enter, along with serving him alcohol. In his opinion the royals should be allowed to get lit every once in awhile. It’d probably keep them content and out of their hair. “Oooh feisty,” he retorted, following the blonde pirate to her said villa. It appeared his days of dormitory living have met their end. Since coming to the island he was very curious about these pirate villas. Not all the royals lived in them with their pirate captor, for one reason or another. “I think I can manage a pair of shorts. I take it you will be providing me with more clothes and other necessities?” He questioned while slowing his long strides to keep to her pace. “Do you have a name? I think it’s only considerate that I know yours since you know mine. Then again I could just refer to you as pirate Barbie. I bet you get that a lot,” he grinned to himself, trying not to snicker.

Waverly wasn’t opposed to letting the royals drink on the occasion. But it was the fact that the other seemed to deliberately break a very simple rule that concerned the blonde. It was a big red flag. His general demeanor was the second one. “The bite matches the bark so keep that in mind.” She replied, starring the man down for a moment before turning and continuing her walk towards her place. Not even looking at the other she walked up the steps to her villa and unlocked the door. “Everything you’ll need is in your room. Clothes in your size and they’re not ugly so you’re welcome. Things in your shower. All the necessities. If you think of something else, you can let me know. But you’ll need to make a good argument for why you need it.” Right as she unlocked the door she turned to the other. Fire in her eyes once more. “My name is Waverly. You can call me Waverly. I may look exactly like the pirate Barbie of you and everyone else’s dreams but there’s more than meets the eye pretty boy and you should keep that in mind if you want to not hate every single moment of your life on this island.”

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miles-tulach‌:

There was still a tinge of seduction in the way she called him captain, that hadn’t gone unnoticed to Miles. He allowed his eyes to travel her body even if it did bring severe nostalgia to his senses. Waverly always looked amazing, even when she didn’t try to and would lounge around his villa wearing some of his clothes and a messy bun piled on top of her head. “Doesn’t it always?” He smiled with his eyes moving up to hers. “It’s hard to forget with all the nudes and videos we did together. On rainy days I pull them out and have a binge fest,” he joked, though he did sometimes look at the photos of her. Miles wasn’t heartless. He knew he fucked up and would probably always fuck up concerning relationships. Some people didn’t do well in them, or at least that’s how he viewed himself as being. “I heard you got a new royal. Things going okay with him? I’m merely asking from a business-like standpoint.” Was he fibbing to her? Quite possibly. He knew she was looking after the Swedish crown prince which worried him on two levels, with one being that Miles murdered his younger brother. It would only be a matter of time before he connected the dots if he hadn’t done so yet.

Waverly kept her gaze locked on the man’s. It felt like they were walking on glass but in a dance they both knew by heart. “It does. But you know I like approval.” She murmured, the slightest of playful smirks spreading across her face. “Do you?” The First Mate teased. “I hope they get you off, obviously not as well as I did in person...but at least a little bit of satisfaction is nice.” She hummed. Did it stroke her ego even if she knew he was kidding? Yes it did and she was thoroughly enjoying it. At the mention of her new royal Waverly wanted to groan. He was certainly a handful but she kept her usual cool demeanor on her face. “I did. Things are fine. He’s certainly an interesting character.” A business-like standpoint? That was curious and it had the blonde narrowing her eyes. “Business-like standpoint? Is that what we’re doing now? Checking in on all the royals being watched.” 

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neptunesqueen-isabella‌:

Isabella carefully took the branch and loosened the strands of hair surrounding it to avoid any pulling of hair if possible, “Oh yes, I have so many different hair masks and deep conditioning treatments just to maintain a fair texture,” she agreed. Although the Tulach actually enjoyed the nature around the island, it wasn’t hard to understand where the woman was coming from. “That is a great shade by the way, very eye-catching.”

“And that’s why your hair still looks good.” She shrugged her shoulders. “I see so many people with such damaged hair and it’s disheartening.” The blonde nodded her head. “Thank you. I don’t really go for subtle most of the time. FAr more fun to catch the eye and use it to your advantage.”

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isak-bergstrom‌:

Hanging out in the Common Room of the Tulach House, Isak was trying to find something to keep him occupied. A good book or a movie on one of the TVs seemed like an okay way to spend the day. It wasn’t until some short blonde woman addressed him that he was snapped out of his solitude. “May I ask where we are going? I’m not one who follows orders without knowing the nature of the game.” Isak smiled cooly at her, wondering what her investment in him was. Could it be this petite little Barbie doll was his watcher? Boy did she get dealt a bad hand of cards. Not only was Isak stubborn, but he didn’t easily cower when it came to the pirates. He was more liable to laugh in their faces than to bend a knee to any of them. Then again this woman was attractive. Maybe she’d provide useful in a way or two. “My things are back at my room. I prefer to walk around nude when it gets hot out. I am Scandinavian after all,” he gave her a playful wink. 

“My villa. Your new quarters to live in so I can keep an eye on you since you seem to have difficulty following simple rules.” She retorted, her hands on her hips as she looked the other up and down. “Lucky for you this isn’t a game and you’re not in a position to argue so let’s go.” She was already not thrilled about the man. A little back talk was fine because at least it was interesting but someone who made it look like she couldn’t do her job? That was unacceptable. “You can walk around your room nude all you want. I really couldn’t care less but you won’t be walking around the rest of my villa that way so keep track of a pair of shorts.” Was he winking at her? She rolled her eyes in response.

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cabingirlleila‌:

“It’s nice to meet you, Waverly. I’m so sorry I didn’t realize you were a First Mate.” Leila said with a small smile. She turned away to wipe down the other side of the counter. When she returned, she asked Waverly, “Would you like another round?” 

“Likewise.” Waverly responded politely, or as politely as she felt like responding. When she returned to the counter, she shook her head. “No thanks. I’m headed out.” It was just easier to return the glass to the counter than leave it somewhere for them to pick up later. “I’ll see you around. Good luck with your night blondie.”

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williams-hunter‌:

An infirmary - a borderline deserted island has an infirmary? Of course, it does - it has a library and a cantine…why not a damn infirmary. “It’s not that serious to go to the infirmary.” Then again, he didn’t want to disturb the other any more than he already has. “…but it’s probably safer to get it checked - can you point me in the right direction?” As much as it seemed like the other didn’t want to be disturbed, Hunter didn’t want to be around pirates much longer either. Though now it was only starting to seem that nightmare is inescapable. 

Waverly furrowed her eyebrows at the other. “Not that serious to go to the infirmary but you want to go to the infirmary?” The answer certainly wasn’t clear but she could at least give the man what he asked for. Nodding her head, she started walking to the direction of the infirmary. “You have a name?” She could at least find the pirate he was assigned to and give them a heads up about his condition.

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gabor-erdos‌:

Listening to the other intently, something inside of the mate broke. Since they last saw one another, Gabe has changed - he really has. Mostly because of the people he’s met and also because he’s older…he grew up sort of speak. Life taught him lessons, some he had no intentions of learning but didn’t have a damn choice in the matter. Shifting his weight between his feet once again, he never broke his eye contact with her. “The fact you think I’m happy pretending that - is enough proof we need to talk.” The guy just came back to the island - the last thing he needed was to start up their toxic relationship of having nothing but screaming matches with the other. “I don’t want to fight either.” Which is why he was coming up with his next idea.  “When you’re ready to talk…I’m in the west villas - last one to your left. If I’m not there…text me and I’ll meet you somewhere instead.” Yes, he wants to move past whatever bad blood they have but no, he wasn’t going to force her into talking with him if she didn’t want to. Thus, the ball is 100% in her court. 

Waverly sighed softly. Sure, it was toxic what they had but it was far easier to just ignore until they were both happily back on their ships than to deal with. At least, that was the opinion she carried. 

“Yeah, fine.” She stated. If he wanted to talk, they could talk. But this was certainly not the right setting and they both recognized that.