#and then left his brother behind to go sail on a boat with her XD when she clearly only keeps him around for minimal purposes

[lilyharvord]

I need people to understand that my hyperfixation ships are limited to one thing: a man who is usually in full control of himself meeting 1 woman and losing complete and utter control over absolutely everything he does.

I just like to watch when they go full feral for a woman who could literally chew them up and spit them out, but choses to let them stick around because I don't know, it's nice to have someone carrying their bag or whatever.

[carewyncromwell]

Next installation of the POTC AU, at long last! Sorry for the delay...RL has been a bit of a hindrance, and I also had to kind of restructure some things in the storyline to help with flow and such, and that resulted in me having to draw another drawing, and yeah, blah blah, Tory lost her sense of rhythm and pretty much daily update schedule in the process. XD; Mea culpa!

In this part, we’ll have focus on both sides of the “divide,” with both Carewyn and her new ally Davy Jones/Finn McGarry @theguythatdraws and Charlie Weasley (pictured above in an even more pirate-y coat and hat than we saw last) and his sloop’s passenger Chiara Dalma. Will our pirate friends be able to reach Shipwreck Cove before they’re cut off by our non-pirate ones?

Interestingly enough, there was a pirate called Moody in the 1700s, though this one was Christopher Moody, not Alastor. Not much is known about him aside from his brutality (refusing to take prisoners), his unique Jolly Roger flag (which was red and gold rather than black), and his death by hanging in 1722. Pirate!Mad-Eye is going to be much more like his book/movie/game counterpart, but I just thought it was a fun coincidence. (Particularly his red/gold color scheme for his flag, which of course are Gryffindor colors!!)

Jules Farrier-Weasley belongs to @cursebreakerfarrier, last part is here, and whole tag is here! Hope you enjoy!

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Carewyn knew there was no way she would be able to get Jones’s heart as long as her men were guarding the Chest -- yet, at the same time, she couldn’t just order them to abandon it without cause...and she’d need that time, if she wanted to unlock it without stealing the key from Rakepick. And so she’d need a proper diversion.

Davy Jones himself came up with a solution. If the Flying Dutchman was engaged in battle, then the soldiers might have to jump in to help defend it. All they’d have to make sure of was that the enemy they engaged in battle was one Cutler Beckett would approve of -- namely, one of the more wanted pirates in the Caribbean, and someone who could end up being one of the Pirate Lords.

“I do not know any of the pirates’ current list of so-called ‘Lords,’” said Jones, “but if I were to guess, I would say your brother’s a viable candidate.”

Carewyn shook her head. “Rakepick blew up the Tower Raven. Jacob managed to escape, but he only has one other person with him and he won’t have a ship.”

“Not his flagship, perhaps, but the rest of his fleet would have still survived,” pointed out Jones. “And the more ships there are, the most justification there would be for your Navy reinforcements. Once I have my heart returned, I can always call off the attack -- there’s no need for me to capture or kill them, aside from following Beckett’s direction.”

And so it was very reluctantly that Carewyn agreed to let Jones covertly seek out the remainder of the Tower Raven’s fleet while supposedly looking for Shipwreck Cove. Little did Carewyn know that the Tower Raven’s fleet was likewise headed for Shipwreck Cove, and that they were on a collision course with a tiny red sloop steered by Charlie Weasley.

When Charlie came upon the fleet of pirate ships, he initially wasn’t too worried. Yeah, naturally, they dwarfed his vessel easily, but he presumed that they were heading for Shipwreck Cove as well, and they didn’t have much reason to attack a small sloop like his. What Charlie hadn’t factored in was that the captain of one of those ships -- Alastor “Mad-Eye” Moody -- had gone through his fair share of trauma when he used to be in the Navy and was something of a paranoid sort...and so within minutes, the little sloop Charlie and Chia Dalma were on was soon pursued by Moody’s much larger galleon, called the Phoenix.

Fortunately Charlie was more than talented enough of a sailor to keep his head. Using the advantage of his boat’s size, he weaved expertly through the remainder of the Tower Raven’s ships to evade the Phoenix’s cannon fire.

“Oi!” Charlie bellowed up at one of the ships he was hiding behind. “Tell your mate to bugger off! I’m not with the bloody Navy!”

Chia made no move to help Charlie: instead she stood on the other side of the sloop, watching the seas with a wary eye. There was something troubling on the wind -- something in the air...

A pirate from the Phoenix came up to the railing to look down at Charlie and Chia on their sloop as Charlie sailed it around his galleon. He was a broad-shouldered man about Charlie’s age with dark red hair under a black bandana and small emerald green eyes, and he was dressed in a burgundy-colored coat.

“Hey -- you!” the pirate bellowed down at him. “Down there! Shout up your name!”

Charlie hesitated at first. He knew it was unlikely that most pirates would recognize his name as being that of a pirate -- if anything, the name “Weasley” was associated more with the Navy, even if he, Jules, and Bill had recently been branded criminals.

‘Even so,’ he thought, ‘I’m never going to be able to build a reputation as anything other than a Navy veteran if I don’t use my name. And well, these guys answer to Carey’s brother -- it should be safe...’

“I’m Charlie Weasley!” he shouted back. “Quartermaster of the Revolution under Captain Jules Farrier-We -- ack!”

Before Charlie could even finish, both he and Chia had gotten a net thrown over them and they were hauled aboard the Phoenix.

As Charlie had feared, the name “Weasley” made everyone on the Phoenix tense up with suspicion. Charlie’s “twin,” it turned out, had been swept up by Cutler Beckett, who was now flaunting the fact that the famous, brilliant young Commodore Carey Weasley was answering to him and helping him with his new anti-piracy campaign. Charlie knew full well the only reason Carewyn could be associating with Beckett was to try to sabotage him, but the Phoenix’s Captain Moody seemed doubtful of that explanation. His First Mate, Barnaby Lee -- the young man who had first demanded Charlie’s name -- seemed noticeably less suspicious, but wasn’t half as assertive or articulate as Moody, so the Captain’s conclusion won out among the crew.

Charlie and Chia were soon hauled down to the brig with the thought that once the fleet arrived in Shipwreck Cove, Moody’s superior, Black Jack Roberts -- were he still alive -- would be able to discern how best to deal with them. Charlie hadn’t been too surprised that Jacob hadn’t told everyone in his fleet that “Carey Weasley” was really his sister, but he couldn’t help but curse the fact that Jacob had merely ordered that his men not “damage anyone with the name ‘Weasley’ and immediately bring them to him to deal with.” Even if he had to keep up a “tough guy” image, it would’ve been nice if Jacob had factored in the possibility that he wouldn’t be leading his fleet.

Unfortunately Moody’s suspicion had a real cost. Because of his focus on Charlie and Chia Dalma, he wasn’t focusing on the turbulence of the seas and skies that Chia picked up on -- and so had no warning whatsoever when the Flying Dutchman attacked. Soon the entire fleet of ships that once sailed under the Tower Raven was hotly engaged in battle with the infamous ship of the damned, pirates facing off against both cursed sailors and Navy officers.

While Davy Jones, his crew, and the Navy’s officers were fighting on the upper deck, Carewyn had stowed away below deck to where the Dead Man’s Chest had been left. After sending the remainder of the patrol above deck to help with the sea battle, Carewyn immediately got to work picking the lock on the Chest. Although it was a bit trickier to do it on her own than it had been with Percy, that hindrance was counteracted somewhat by her having unlocked the Chest once before. Within fifteen minutes, Carewyn had unlocked the two-sided lock and opened the Chest.

But when she opened it, she found it completely empty.

“It seems we truly are as alike as I thought.”

Carewyn whirled around.

Rakepick was leaning her shoulder against the door frame. She’d discarded her tricorn hat just as Carewyn had since they were no longer on deck, and her dark blue eyes were locked on the Commodore’s face as though it were a target.

Carewyn immediately pulled out her pistol, pointing it right at Rakepick.

“Where is the heart?” she said very coldly.

“I confiscated it,” said Rakepick simply, “back when I checked to make sure Jones’s key works.”

“On Beckett’s orders?” asked Carewyn.

Had she truly not fooled Beckett, after all? Had Rakepick been sent to watch her as well as Jones? Her face blanched at this thought.

“For my own benefit,” said Rakepick. “Just as I daresay your attempt to steal the heart also was.”

Carewyn’s eyes narrowed. “I’m not stealing anything.”

”I don’t know what else you’d call picking the lock on a Chest that’s in the custody of the British Navy,” said Rakepick with a rather cool smile.

Carewyn clicked her pistol and pointed it right at Rakepick’s head.

“Hand over the heart,” she murmured, “now.”

Rather than looking the least bit intimidated, however, Rakepick almost looked more pleased. She eased herself off the door frame and took a few steps closer to Carewyn.

“You intend to kill me, Commodore?” she said.

“I would prefer not to,” Carewyn answered icily. “But I suggest you don’t push me -- I can still shoot you in plenty of places that would be extremely painful or deadly, if left untreated. And no one would come to help you with your wounds -- there’s more than enough noise above deck to muffle any gun shots that might come from down here.”

Rakepick’s lips spread into an even fuller, satisfied smile as she came to a halt just a foot from Carewyn. “I see. If I’m dead, you won’t learn where the heart is. Very astute, Miss Weasley.”

Carewyn stiffened sharply.

“I knew it as soon as I saw you,” said Rakepick softly. “I daresay because your family is poor, you didn’t have enough prospects to just marry into money. Probably were too independent and self-sufficient to settle for that, as well....so you joined your brothers in the Navy by dressing as another son. I suppose ‘Carey’ is just a play on your real name -- is it Cara? Or Carina?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Carewyn whispered.

She tried to obscure her fear with anger, but it was proving difficult -- her face was as white as a sheet.

Rakepick couldn’t fight back a scoff. “Now, really, Commodore -- do you truly think you’re the only woman who realized how few opportunities there are, for us to get ahead in this world run by men? I dressed as a man and joined the Navy myself during the War, fighting the French off the coast of Africa as a privateer for his Majesty’s Navy.”

She started striding in a leisurely circle around Carewyn, even as the Commodore kept a beady eye on her.

“‘Patrick Rakepick,’ I was called then. I probably would’ve continued that way too, had privateering not been outlawed with the end of the War. Suddenly all of the skills I had learned -- just as with all privateers -- became illegal and therefore useless. I was at the bottom once again, even worse off than before, thanks to the time lost and the injuries suffered. So I did what many other privateers did -- I became a pirate, so I could continue using those skills the Crown had taught me to support myself -- ”

“By pillaging merchant ships and attacking innocent people,” Carewyn spat. She wished she’d been able to keep her temper, but the mental image of this woman shooting Jacob in the back and pushing him overboard had rippled through her mind and it was a knife to her heart she couldn’t bear.

“We all have to do things we’re not proud of in order to survive, Miss Weasley,” said Rakepick very quietly. “That’s the reason you’ve stayed in line with Beckett yourself, is it not?”

Carewyn’s eyes narrowed. Rakepick took her silence as an excuse to press further.

“I saw the way you treated the prisoners from Tortuga. You did not treat them as Jones would, or even as any other officer would. You insisted they be fed and watered consistently, despite their large numbers and their shortened lifespans. You gave one a Bible, on request. You even moved a woman into a different cell so she could be with her husband for the rest of the voyage back to Port Royal, without even being asked.”

Rakepick’s dark blue eyes surveyed Carewyn with something interested, almost admiring, as she came to a halt just behind the shorter young woman.

“You have the heart of a guardian, Miss Weasley. Something not frequently seen in any line of work I’ve ever been part of -- privateering, piracy, or pirate hunting...and something never found among men like Cutler Beckett. It makes you want to protect others as well as yourself. It makes you a natural leader -- one that anyone would be foolish to deny their proper place.”

“I don’t need your flattery, Rakepick,” Carewyn said coldly, turning on her heel to face the older woman once again.

“This is not flattery,” Rakepick answered just as coldly. “It’s advice from someone who has been in your shoes. It’s not easy for anyone without money and status to get ahead in this world, but it’s even harder for a woman. Even when she’s able to acquire those things, there’ll always be a man attempting to clip her wings, so as to make him feel more powerful -- more in control. Even the tale of the goddess Calypso herself proves this. She ruled the seas, until the Pirate King and his Brethren Court ‘bound her’ into human form and stole control for themselves. They were powerless in the face of the Crowns of Europe...and so they exerted power over someone they could hurt.”

“Yet Cutler Beckett hired you, regardless of your sex,” said Carewyn, raising her eyebrows.

Rakepick crossed her arms over his chest. “Cutler Beckett will clip anyone’s wings, female or otherwise, if it benefits himself. Hence why I need this leverage over him.”

“Seems like the leverage is much more over Jones, considering you hold his life in your hands,” Carewyn cut her off harshly. “Now enough stalling -- give me Jones’s heart.”

Rakepick gave a half-frustrated, half-exhausted sigh. “Miss Weasley, do you truly think I wouldn’t have handed the heart over to you already, if I could? I’ve already made it more than clear I trust Beckett as little as you do. I’m not in this fight for him. I have no more love for either the Navy or the pirates than you do. I assure you -- we’re on the same side in this.”

‘Doubtful,’ Carewyn thought spitefully.

Nonetheless she could tell that she’d been outmaneuvered. Rakepick wasn’t going to hand over Jones’s heart, whether because it wasn’t on the ship or Rakepick was just too brave to give in to any threats she might make. She’d lost the element of surprise completely...and if force wasn’t going to work, then a new strategy was clearly needed. She needed to find out the heart’s new location. So, very reluctantly, she tucked her pistol back into its holster.

“If you’re so out for yourself,” said Carewyn coldly, “and you believe me to be just as out for myself...then we can’t be on the same side, Rakepick.”

Rakepick’s eyebrows rose over her narrowing dark blue eyes.

“I never said you were out for yourself, Miss Weasley -- merely that we are alike.”

She swept past Carewyn and headed for the door. When she reached the door frame, however, she paused. Turning her head back toward Carewyn, she spoke a bit more seriously.

“The battle between the Navy and the Pirate Brethren Court is going to be a fierce one. It would truly be in your best interest to get and stay off the Dutchman, before that fight begins.”

Carewyn shot a suspicious look over her shoulder without turning around.

“What battle?” she asked lowly.

“The place where all pirates will have to make their final stand.”

“You’re so assured of that? We haven’t even found Shipwreck Cove,” Carewyn pointed out. “Come to think of it...shouldn’t you know where Shipwreck Cove is, since you were a pirate yourself?”

Rakepick’s eyes flashed.

“I’m afraid not,” she said, her voice noticeably icier than it had been previously.

The question seemed to have gotten under Rakepick’s skin, and Carewyn suspected she knew exactly why. Only pirate captains were generally told the the location of Shipwreck Cove -- since she hadn’t assumed captainship through “Code-sanctioned” means, Rakepick couldn’t have been told by anyone else on the crew of Howell Davis’s ship where Shipwreck Cove was.

‘Serves you right, for what you did to Jacob,’ Carewyn thought, and she couldn’t completely fight back a small smirk.

“Regardless,” said Rakepick, “it won’t take long to find it. You saw the map Beckett designed, in your office -- it’s been finished, since you last saw it. The world’s edges have been drawn and charted, and so too have all of the places pirates could’ve once hidden. Now that they’ve been fenced in and the British Crown has allocated its Navy to the East India Trading Company’s war on piracy...it’s only a matter of time before all pirates face extinction. Those in power will not surrender it peacefully...least of all to those they’ve decided to treat as inferiors...so they’ll use every bit of that power they’ve accrued to try to quash any resistance. Those remaining pirates will have to either adapt to this terrifying new world their rebellion has molded...or perish.”

Rakepick turned away.

“And you, Miss Weasley...should not remain on the Dutchman. You don’t belong on a ship like this.”

Even as Rakepick left, Carewyn remained where she was, standing straight-backed in the center of the room with her fists clenched. Then, after a long moment, she brought a hand up to the lid of the empty Dead Man’s Chest and shut it with a harsh SNAP.

The sea battle up above raged. Captain Moody, it seemed, was truly a force to be reckoned with, despite his age and wooden limbs. When Navy officers and Dutchman pirates found their way onto the Phoenix, he fought four of them off single-handed, even going so far as to yank a blunderbuss out of his pants and shoot one of them right in the head before smacking two of the others with it as if it were a club. It was just fortunate that Charlie -- newly escaped from the brig thanks to a charm of Chia Dalma’s -- was able to block the sword belonging to the last of them with his own dragon-hilted blade.

Despite this, the Phoenix and the rest of the Tower Raven’s old fleet was severely outmatched, since Jones’s crew couldn’t die. Many ships had already started to flee, only for the Flying Dutchman to cut them down with cannon fire. Even though the Dutchman was no larger than the pirate galleons, it seemed to have the supernatural ability to heal any damage dealt to it within the span of a few minutes -- an ability not shared by Captain Moody, when he swung over to the Dutchman and pursued Jones with singular, irrational focus, only to finally be overpowered and killed by Jones himself.

“NO!” bellowed Barnaby.

Charlie straightened up sharply, his eyes widening in horror, at the sight of Moody falling to his knees, Jones’s blade stuck right through his chest.

Jones regarded the old man with a grim expression.

“Alastor Moody,” he murmured, “do you fear death?”

Moody glared up at Jones with his one good eye, but was clearly too badly injured to speak. So instead he spat at his feet.

Jones looked almost jaded by the reaction -- the way any embodiment of Death would likely be, whenever anyone got mad at them for doing their job.

“Clearly not.”

With this, he rather callously tossed Moody back over onto the deck of the Phoenix and whirled back to his crew.

“Ready the cannons!”

Barnaby immediately rushed to his captain’s side to help him up.

“Captain -- Captain, are you -- ?”

Alas, Moody was still too injured to speak clearly. When he opened his mouth, all he could do was cough up blood. Charlie rushed over too.

“He’s hurt bad,” he muttered. He turned to Chia. “Is there anything you -- ?”

Chia shook her head, her gray eyes very solemn. “I’m sorry, Charles Weasley. There’s no more time I can give him.”

Charlie was startled by the sensation of someone grabbing the collar of his shirt. Moody pulled him down closer to him, trying to whisper into his ear.

"You -- ” he choked through the blood in his mouth, “ -- have the Pacific Ocean’s Piece of Eight -- ?”

Charlie blinked in surprise. He glanced down at the anchor-trimmed “S” button Chia gave him, which he’d pinned to his vest for safe keeping until he could properly sew it somewhere more secure.

“...Yeah,” said Charlie. “Chia Dalma gave it to me.”

Moody squinted up at Charlie.

“...Shipwreck Cove -- is due west, of here. Fifty miles -- through the D-Devil’s -- Throat. Take -- the crew there.”

Charlie was completely blind-sided. “What?”

“Lead them. Take them to -- Shipwreck Cove. To the rest of the Court. To -- Black Jack.”

Charlie’s brown eyes rippled with sadness, seeing how much difficulty Moody was having talking. He was out of time, as Chia had said -- and yet, here he was, putting his crew first.

‘For all of his faults,’ thought Charlie, ‘Mad-Eye Moody is a good captain.’

The second-eldest Weasley took Moody’s wizened hand in both of his and gave it a squeeze.

“I will,” he said firmly. “I promise.”

Blood streamed from Moody’s lips as they curled up in a pained smile. “That’s a good lad...”

He coughed, trying hard to take another breath. This time, however, the blood blocked his throat enough that no oxygen could reach him. And so Moody, in the last shreds of his life, bravely raised his eyes to the sky with a smile.

Barnaby had brought his two large fists up to obscure his face as he started to cry. Charlie hung his head respectfully over the fallen captain of the Phoenix. After a moment, he brought up a hand to close Moody’s eyes and then rose to his feet, his eyes blazing with determination.

“ALL HANDS, PREPARE THE CANNONS!” he bellowed. “We need all the explosives and smoke bombs we have -- we’re getting the Hell out of here!”

Charlie’s strategy was to assault the Flying Dutchman with two waves of attack. The first would be to damage the ship enough that it would need a few minutes to repair itself -- the second would be a smokescreen, so as to hopefully put enough distance between the Phoenix and the Flying Dutchman that the second couldn’t actively take down the first with its cannon fire. When Charlie ran to the edge of the Phoenix beside Chia Dalma to make the order to fire, he was startled momentarily by who he saw coming up onto the deck of the Dutchman.

It was Carewyn.

Jones confronted her immediately, his eyes narrowed sharply as he barked something to her -- Carewyn looked rather frustrated herself, but Charlie couldn’t make out what they were saying. Within seconds, however, both Jones and Carewyn turned their focus to the battle -- and they both caught sight of the two people at the railing.

Jones’s eyes flickered with shock, disbelief, and something oddly more vulnerable. He’d never seen the human woman on that ship’s railing in his life...but he knew those gray eyes...

“Ca...lypso...?”

Chia Dalma’s hands clutched the railing as her eyes filled with tears and a weak smile prickled at her features.

“Finn,” she breathed.

Carewyn, meanwhile, had met Charlie’s gaze straight on. Her eyes were very wide at the sight of him, just as much as Charlie’s was at the sight of her.

“Carey!” cried Charlie.

His heart felt like it was fit to burst, seeing his surrogate twin again. Part of him just wanted to throw himself over his ship’s railing over to her and pull her into the biggest hug, and yet --

She was on the Dutchman -- the Flying Dutchman, the ship of the damned --

Carewyn’s eyes flooded with fear as she shot her head around, taking in her soldiers fighting off pirates from the rest of the Tower Raven’s fleet on the deck of her ship and the Phoenix’s cannons being turned into the proper position.

Her gaze then shot back to Charlie’s face with urgency.

“BECKETT IS COMING!” she mouthed to him desperately. “BECKETT IS COMING! GO!”

She then yanked her pistol out of her belt and purposefully shot right over Charlie’s head, to make her point. Clenching his jaw, Charlie nonetheless nodded firmly, blinking back some traces of tears as he whirled on his crew.

“FIRST WAVE, FIRE ALL!” he roared.

With the Dutchman effectively hampered by both waves of attack, the Phoenix was able to successfully put a respectable distance between it and the Flying Dutchman. Carewyn tried to keep their focus on the rest of the fleet and on capturing prisoners from those vessels, but Rakepick contradicted her, ordering the Dutchman to shadow the Phoenix in case it was heading to Shipwreck Cove. What Carewyn did not expect was Jones agreeing with Rakepick.

“I want everyone on board the Phoenix locked in my brig,” said the captain of the damned icily, his gaze flaring with raw emotion as he glared at Carewyn. “I will not let them escape me.”

Carewyn knew she’d been outmaneuvered again. There was nothing more she could do, to protect everyone now. It was all up to Charlie now, to warn Bill, Jules, and Jacob...to warn Orion...

The memory of the pirate captain’s calm, dark eyes made Carewyn’s heart clench with longing and pain. He’d always made her feel so much stronger, whenever she felt most useless and hopeless...but right now, more than anything, she longed to have him at her side -- to feel his shoulder resting against hers and see his soft smile once more...

Rakepick was right -- the final battle was coming, sooner than anyone could’ve ever predicted. It was all up to Charlie to warn the Brethren Court now.

[one-piece-dumpster-fire]

Is it possible for you to do the scenario where Brulee dies, but instead it's from Katakuri's view?

Alright, this is a bit of an AU aka„what could have been“ since I thought about it and decided to goa different road with this one, hope it’s fine and you still like it xD

Brûlée dies, part two- Katakuri (scenario)

It was the middle of the night, thestreets of a certain city were empty and only the light of the moonwas illuminating the old harbor where the waves crashed against theshore. But right there, in a worn-down and abandoned lookingwarehouse, an unusual commotion took place- one which would ultimatelydisturb the long-lived peace of the country….

„C-curse you… damn Charlotte…“

A middle aged man coughed out alongwith a gush of blood which immediately splattered onto the floorand painted the stones a crimson color. Roman, better known by hisunderground alias ‘Rusty Falcon’, was slowly sinking to the ground, hisboney hand desperately pressed against the hole in his chest as aweak attempt to stop the bleeding, but to no avail. He shot a final,hatefilled look towards the man looming over him before the lifedisappeared from his eyes and he completely sunk and fell to the ground, muchlike a lifeless doll.

And right there across from him was the manresponsible for this tragedy- despite his enormous height his facewas looking very youthful- well, the part that wasn’t covered bya fuzzy scarf at least. The weapon he held in his right hand, which wasresembling a trident, had drops of blood running down the blade anddripped to the floor, quickly forming a small pool of blood around his feet.

The young man gazed down at his victim for a few more moments before reaching into his pocket to tug out ahandkerchief and began to clean the blade his bloody weapon.

„Call Maestro. Tell him ‘Missionaccomplished.'“

He then muttered and swung his tridentaround, so it was now pointing at another man standing behind him-although, you could hardly refer to this one as 'man’- bushy orangehair framed a face that looked as if it belong to a teenaged boy, andthe green eyes were widened in fear and awe.

„Uh, y-yeah Master Kuri, rightaway!“

the boy exclaimed dutifully and quicklypulled out a transponder snail before turning around and letting itring to call the afromentioned 'Maestro’, like his mentor ordered.

In the meanwhile the other man,referred to as 'Kuri’, kneeled down to a table standing next to thecorpse and picked up a few documents. The mission was a true success,not that Kuri had expected anything different or less- and although hehad his clumsy student tag along this time, everything still went accordingto plan.

A quiet growl left his mouth and wasmuffled by the scarf however as the tall man noticed that the maindocument he had been searching for wasn’t there. The one that held vital information for the whereabouts of a certain person…

„…I confirm. Yes, 'Rusty Falcon’,who had recently rosen to fame by aligning himself with the infamousBig Mom Pirates, has just fallen at the hands of our group’s strongest,Kuri.

…yes, I understand. We’re just about to finish uphere and will then head back to the base…“

Noticing the curious and unsure lookshis student was giving him,Kuri quickly stood back up and turnedaround to face the door, while the boy finished his call and put thesnail back into his pocket.

„We’re done here now, so let’s getback.“ he proclaimed with audible impatience and stormed past theyoung man to return to the ship that was waiting for them in the harbor.

Although keeping up with Katakuri was alot of hard work because of the later’s long legs, the student did whathe could to stay close to the tall man and stick to his side as theyleft the warehouse.

Like usual, this should have been aquiet walk back to the ship and an even quieter return to theirpeople, but this time something their target had said was nagging onthe boy’s mind, and unable to keep his interest and thoughts tohimself any longer, he looked up to his tall mentor and loudly cleared histhroat to get his attention.

„Master Kuri, if I may ask… major Roman- uhm, I mean 'Rusty Falcon’, he… called you Charlotte,did he not? Isn’t that the name of the core family that build the BigMom Pirates?“

The tall man immediately stopped in his tracks and stared down at his student with a mysterious glimmer in his eyes. 

Charlotte… indeed, that was a name hewas associated with a long time ago… but now that name meantnothing to him anymore, and sounded more like a curse than anythingelse to ‘Kuri's’ ears…

20 years ago, a certain place…

„Wh… What do you mean they couldn’tsave her?!?!“

A young Katakuri screamed, his voicestrained and shaking from the terror that was clearly reflected onhis face as he looked his eldest brother, Perospero, straight intothe eyes.

„I mean that she is dead, Katakuri!Appearantly the infection spread too fast and attacked her vitalparts… the doctors couldn’t do anything to save her! It was toolate!“ The twelve year-old yelled back, tears had formed in hiseyes and were now running down his cheeks. Next to him was his sisterCompote, who’s expression was just as sorrowful and heartbroken.

„They tried Katakuri, they reallytried… but little Brûlée didn’t make it…“ the softspoken girlexclaimed with trembling lips, and although she tried her best tostay collected and calm her younger brother down, she was just asdevastated by the horrendous news of their younger sister’s passing.

„They… they killed her… THEYKILLED HER!“ the ten year old Katakuri screamed once again, the aura aroundhis body was getting darker and darker and a red glimmer appeared inhis eyes. Tears were now streaming down his face once more as hestarted to tear at his scarf and hair.

„AAAAAAAAAH!“

A few hours later, inside a largebanquet hall….

„Mama… Brûlée is dead…“ thestill shaken Katakuri muttered towards the giant woman infront ofhim, who was happily gulping down sweets, but the suddenexclamation of her son made her stop and blink with her eyes a fewtimes while she swallowed down the remains of the sweets she waschewing on until now.

„Oh… so she did indeed die, hmmm?“the large matriarch then exclaimed nonchalantly, her voice sounding asuninterested and bored as usual. His mother’s seeming disinterest inthe death of one of her children just further hurt the boy, but heknew that expressing any sort of weakness infront of her would onlylead to punishment so he kept his mouth close and looked down at theground.

„Well nevermind, the fact that asimple infection killed her shows that she was never worthy of cariryngthe Charlotte name anyway, hamamama! We don’t need weak people in ourfamily, am I right, Katakuri?“

„…..yes, Mama.“

….a few days later, at a certainport…

„You’re really leaving, huh?“ the voice ofhis younger twin made Katakuri snap out of his blind rage and caused him to stoppushing his boat towards the open sea for a moment.

„Daifuku….“

not knowing what to say and toomentally distraught to deal with his younger brother now, Katakurishook his head and continued pushing his boat. If he were to leavetonight, he needed to make sure that he wouldn’t regret it halfwaythrough- running away from the family is equal to expressing another spot of weakness, and this time his mother’s wrath would be unstoppable sincehe was considered her „perfect“ offspring… Daifuku however wasn’tgoing to give up that quickly.

„You bring shame to the Charlottename! I-If Mama finds out, then she’ll- she’ll—-“

tears ran down the boys’ face again,this time even worse than when he found out about his youngersister’s death,

„I don’t want to lose you… Neitherdoes Oven…. please Kata, let’s go back… Peros and Compoteconvinced Mama to give Brûlée a funeral, so we’ll get togive her a proper goodbye…“ Daifuku cried and took a stepforward, but the cold look his older brother gave him send chillsdown his spine and caused his sobbing to increase as he stopped once again.

„No… I know now that Mama doesn’tcare about any of us! She didn’t protect Brûlée, nor did she evenfeel sad for her death! At this point we might all just die and shewouldn’t even bat an eye!“ Katakuri hissed while trying his best torepress the tears that threatened to roll up in his eyes, „Ipromise you, Daifuku… One day I will come back and free you all! Wecan finally be a family, and no one will get hurt anymore!“

the first waves clashed against thesmall boat, and the last thing that could be heard as Katakuri sailed out to the sea were Daifuku’s loudcries of sorrow.

„…As of today, Charlotte Katakuriis dead!“

Back in the present.

„…. that name… means nothing.“

Katakuri then exclaimed before looking back ahead and walking past his student, signaling him that this conversation was now finished.

His goal was still far away, and it wasclear that right now, at the age of only thirty, Katakuri was nowherenear ready to face the monster that was his mother. But the day wouldcome, the day he had been working towards for over twenty years, whenhe would return to Tottoland and destroy his mother’s reign of terrorover the family and his many siblings.

He owed it to not only Daifuku, but Brûlée.

And this was a promise he would not dare break.

…

Uffffff first scenario in FOREVER and I feel like it really sucks but I’ve been working on it for two days now so screw it xD Also, did you see what I did there? Quite the different approach, am I riiiight xD?

[badwolf-in-the-impala]

~The Cripple & The Bastard~

~Chapter 7: No good deed~

Previous Chapters: ((Ch.1 - Ch.2 - Ch.3 - Ch.4 - Ch.5 - Ch.6 - Ch.7))

Image Credit: Myself - badwolf-in-the-impala

Pairings: Ivar the Boneless X OFC

Rating: NSFW

Warnings: Verbal/physical abuse, violence, kidnapping, scars, sexual content.

Chapter Warnings: None.

A/N: Dun, dun, DUN!!!!!!!!! Don’t hate me for how this one ends XD

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"He is angry, Ivar!" Aslaug snapped, ale cup echoing through the hall as she slammed it back down on the table; pinching the bridge of her nose in frustration before narrowing her eyes at her youngest Son. 

"You can not continue to hide her forever, she is HIS daughter! What he does with her is none of your concern. If Yara is not returned immediately, he will stop the forge of weapons that are needed for the upcoming raids...and then that? Have you thought about that at all?! ... Are you even listening to me? IVAR?!" 

The intense sapphire gaze that had been trained on the bottom of his ale cup snapped up as he glared at his mother. A wave of unspeakable anger surging through every fiber of his being as he leaned forward, eerily calm. Aslaug sat back against her chair, her frustrations evident on her face.

"You speak as though she is no better than that Slave that Ubbe and Hvitserk have been fucking...Mother." His voice was steady, calm even. But the anger that stormed in his eyes and the venom that dripped from his words was enough to make his own mother briefly uneasy.

"She is the Blacksmith's daughter." Aslaug ground out from between clenched teeth.

"So? What difference should that make!?" Ivar snapped back, seething as the fight escalated. "Does that not still make her a person? Some one who should be free to make her own choices?" He argued. 

"Yet she is treated no better than a dog! Simply because her father is a monster, and her mother chose to be with someone who actually loved her? That gives him the right to almost beat her nearly to death for the sake of his own enjoyment?! No, you are completely right mother."

"SHE IS A BASTARD."

Silence fell upon the room briefly as Ivar stared at his mother. His father and Brother's watching with intent silence as the argument progressed throughout dinner. Wondering how many times this argument was going to occur.

"And I am a Cripple...yet you do not love me any less?" Ivar finally broke the silence. "So I ask again. Why, does she deserve to be treated any different? Is it not our job to protect our people...Mother?" He leaned forward against the table, chin resting atop his laced fingers as a devilish grin spread slowly across his features. Aslaug turning to Ragnar for assistance with their overly stubborn son. Ragnar simply shrugged.

"We can not rescue every bleeding heart just because we feel like it, Ivar. Until the girl is Married, she will never be free of her father." Aslaug stated for what felt like the hundredth time. "It is as simple as that."

"So we find her a suitable husband." Ivar replied simply.

"Her father will never allow it. Even if you were to find someone...if that were the case, my dear son, that girl would have been married a long time ago. But she is a bastard. She is of no worth, no promise, aside from being a decent Blacksmith. Any man her father feels worthy enough, would never consider marrying someone like her. There is nothing for them in return. No land. No coin. No promise of someday being Jarl or King...the girl has no bloodlines. The only man worthy enough to have a woman such as herself, is not good enough in her fathers eyes; because he gets nothing out of the deal. I like her, Ivar, I really do. She seems like a nice girl, but there is nothing we can do!" Aslaug sighed as her head throbbed with frustration, her point going seemingly unnoticed as her son continued to argue.

"So we persuade him then!" Ivar stated. "Whatever the means--"

"Ivar..."

"There surely has to be something the man wants--"

"Ivar...”

"It can not be--"

"ENOUGH!" Ivar stared in stunned silence for a brief moment before composing himself, blue eyes shifting up to meet his mother’s as she now towered over him, face mere inches from his own. 

"It is simply not possible, that is that. This argument is over with." She snapped, turning on her heel as she made to leave the room, stopping dead in her tracks by the next words her son spoke.

"What if I Marry her?"

"No woman would ever marry you!" Sigurd laughed. "Not even one as out of her mind as her." Ivar made a move to reach across the table for his brother, not getting far before they were both silenced by Ragnar’s voice.

"That is enough. Sigurd, leave your bother alone. Ivar, apologize to your mother for upsetting her." Ivar rolled his eyes but complied nevertheless before she left the room. 

"We will discuss this later. Understood?" Ragnar added firmly, but it was the familiar look from behind those blue eyes of his that told his youngest son, that this conversation was far from over.

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"Do you think he will like it?" Floki asked as they stood admiring their work. Yara patted the white horse that stood on her opposite side fondly, a faint smile tugging at her lips as she stared at the Chariot they had built for the youngest Ragnarsson. Her hands were beaten, bloodied, and sore from the hours of work they had put in to the gift over the past month and a half. Never having worked metal in such ways as she recently had; but she knew that Ivar's reaction would make it more than worth while.

"I think he will more than just like it Floki." Yara replied softly. "He will love it." Both her and the horse were startled as the spindly man scooped her up into a bone crushing hug with a laugh as he twirled her about before setting her back down with a kiss to her forehead.

"Thank you, little wolf." He beamed brightly as he ruffled her hair affectionately, to which Yara simply rolled her eyes and shooed his hand away. "I will go fetch Ivar while you finish shoeing the horse." Yara watched in amusement as Floki disappeared from sight; shaking her head as she returned to fitting the metal shoes to the stallions feet. The last of Floki's laughter being drowned out by the clang of her hammer against iron.

They didn't return until later that afternoon, Yara had been resting comfortably in the cool breeze beneath a tree as the newly armored gelding grazed quietly while they waited patiently near the Chariot. Staying just out of sight until the time was right. It brought a smile to Yara's face as she watched the happenings before her unfold. The pride and happiness that filled Floki's eyes as Ivar reveled in the sheer magnificence of the gift before him. 

The first genuine smile she had ever seen, appearing on Ivar's face as he asked if it was really for him. Floki nodding excitedly before signaling for her to bring the horse out, Ivar's eyes lighting up as Yara and the horse appeared before them, Floki hoisting him to his feet as he inspected the craftsmanship of the horses armor.

"You knock kneed old fool!" Ivar laughed excitedly. Running his fingers along the armor that shielded the horses face. "How did you do it?!"

"Oh, you do not have me to thank for this one, my dear Ivar." Floki replied with a grin as he looked to Yara. "For it was not me who nearly broke my hands trying to make it perfect." He added, moving to help him up into the Chariot as Yara started hooking the horse to it, attaching the reigns last and handing them up to Ivar. The look of sheer joy and wonder never leaving his his face. Sapphire eyes noting the bandages on her hands as she held out the helmet for him to take.

"Well than, it seems only fair that you accompany me." He stated, tilting his head in confusion as she stepped back with a grin before disappearing; re-appearing a few seconds later having mounted a second horse. Circling the chariot with a wide mischievous grin.

"You have to catch me first." Turning she trotted away on her own steed, Floki laughing as Ivar struggled briefly to get his bearings on the chariot before taking off after her. They made several laps around the property, Floki cheering excitedly as they thundered by before Ivar turned down a different path. Yara slowing her horse to a walk as she caught up to him, walking in silence for several miles before they reached the clearing atop the hill that overlooked Kattegat. Tying the horses before sitting at the edge of the small cliff that overlooked the Harbor. A comfortable silence filling the air as they watched the sun make it's decent for the evening; turning the sky vibrant shades of gold and red.

"Thank you." The words had caught her off guard to say the least as she turned her attention to look at Ivar. His blue gaze fixed on the setting sun as he spoke. "For helping Floki...you did not have to." He rubbed at the back of his neck awkwardly, shooting her a questioning glare when she started laughing.

"I helped because I wanted to, Ivar." She replied with a soft smile as she looked at him. "Also, Floki might be the greatest boat builder who ever lived, but he is terrible at working metal." She snorted in amusement, holding her hands out in front of her for a brief moment before letting them drop to her lap. 

"Besides, it is the least I could do after everything the two of you have done for me." She shrugged, wincing a little as Ivar took her left hand; removing the bandages carefully to inspect the damage. His thumb running over the backs of her bruised knuckles, noting every cut and burn carefully. The roughness to his hands brushing against her skin sending a small shiver down her spin. Turning her head away quickly as she felt the blush burning it's way on to her cheeks as his thumb ran down her bare ring finger lightly before releasing it from his grasp, turning his gaze back out over the water.

"There will be hundreds of ships arriving soon, as we prepare to sail for Wessex." Ivar stated, glancing at Yara out of the corner of his eye. "Jarls, Warlords, Viking Kings...the greatest Army ever seen." He sighed.

"I imagine it will prove to be an impressive sight." Yara stated.

"Have you ever seen a Viking Army before?" Ivar questioned curiously, watching as she shook her head in response. "That will change." Yara gave a small smile at his response as she stared out over the horizon, closing her eyes as she tried to image what it would look like. Never having seen anything more than the tiny merchant boats that use to dock for trade back in her old village, and of course the ships that Floki had been working so tirelessly on; but never had she had the pleasure of seeing one on the water.

"It is truly a magnificent sight."

Yara's breath caught in her throat as the sound of his voice --which had become dangerously close to her ear-- took her by surprise. Having become so distracted by her imagination, that she was unaware Ivar had shifted so that he was angled behind her, hand tucking away the loose strands of hair that had fallen from her braids on the ride up here. Blue eyes watching her reaction intently as his fingers brushed against her neck gently. Her body's first instinctive reaction being to tense at any form of contact, but slowly she relaxed as the fingers trailed from neck to collarbone and back again.

A small smirk tugged at Ivar's lips as she seemed to be fighting a losing battle against leaning into his touch. Giving in eventually as she leaned her shoulder back into his chest, fingers trailing up the opposite side of her neck, settling underneath her chin as he turned her face toward his own. Sapphire gaze fixed on her lips as his thumb traced along her bottom one gently; her own Emerald eyes watching him intently as he leaned forward, closing the gap between them as his lips brushed her own gently. Her chest rising and falling a little faster as he spoke, voice low and raspy as the words rolled off his tongue like silk, making her heart beat in such a frenzy against her rib cage that she was sure by now he could hear it.

"You have never been kissed before...have you?" Ivar questioned.

Yara could feel the heat rising to her face as she shook her head in reply, opening her mouth to speak only to be silenced by Ivar's lips against her own, earning him a small gasp at the sensation it sent surging though her body. Eyes closing as she allowed his lips to guide her own as she turned herself toward him. His strong hands pulling her to straddle his lap effortlessly as her own found their way around his neck. 

Ivar grinned into the kiss, one hand finding it's way into her hair as the other pressed against her lower back, bringing her closer as he shifted; his hips rolling beneath her. Stealing his opportunity to slip his tongue into her mouth as she gasped, relishing in the small moan the action provoked, her fingers locking themselves in his hair as the kiss deepened. Everything around them seeming to fade away as they became lost in one another. Never hearing the quiet footsteps that approached until it was already too late.

Yara's startled screams were silenced by a large hand covering her mouth as she was yanked from Ivar's lap. Panic taking hold of her as he slumped backward onto the ground, unconscious. Another man moving to bind her hands as her captor gagged her before pulling something over her head to shield her vision. Struggling against their grasp on her as they drug her forward; a hard blow to the back of her skull eventually ending her fight as she was plunged into darkness.

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While I wait patiently for hurricane Irma to barge in on FL next week, I might as well do this question-y thing that my fellow Turn fan tagged me in! Might be stuff you were always curious about OR alternatively stuff you couldn't care less about, but hey. Here it is.

Thanks for the fun @greenofallshades​

  I think there's supposed to be 100 questions. I started numbering them, but because I'm spacy I totally forgot to do the rest. So, here you go.

I'm tagging: @lou-who, @dying-suffering-french-stalkers, and anyone else who wants to do this (because my computer is glitching when I try to tag).

1. The meaning behind my url:  dolfinsatdawn. This was me trying to upgrade to something more artsy sounding but still had something from my childhood obsession with dolphins it.

2. A picture of me: EHHHHHH. I'm kinda squeamish about this. If ya'll really REALY want to see a picture maybe I will.

3. How many tattoos i have and what they are:  Lol I don't do the whole "permanent on your skin" stuff. I do love henna tattoos though. Anything semi-permanent is super fun.

4. Last time i cried and why: I cried when I found out my grandpa was in the hospital last week. He's okay though. I'm going to visit him soon.

5, Favorite band:  THE BEATLES. Hands down. I also like a lot of classical and film scores so, the only real band I love 100% is the Beatles.

6. Biggest turn offs:  Not respecting my personal space. It takes me a REALLY long time to get used to people (especially boys), so touching without my permission is really upsetting and people who do are immediately on my NOPE list. Also, men who constantly talk about money. I REALLY hate that. I don't care how much you make compared to everyone else.

7. Top 5 (insert subject): Top five places I want to travel to next!  1. Tokyo!  2. Washington State  3. Germany!!! 4. China!  5. Nepal!

8. Favorite place to be alone? I love doing everything alone. I'm so happy to go out and just chill without the stress of other people. I love going on walks alone especially in really pretty places like beaches.

9. Biggest turn ons: umm....I dunno sense of humor? Kind eyes....Classy clothes are a MUST.

 10. Age: old enough to drink even though I don't

11. Ideas of a perfect date: One where my date doesn't "forget his wallet in his car" and make me pay for dinner before driving me home without paying me back for his half. (I'm not bitter about this dude AT ALL.)

12. Life goal: Publish my book series so there's something for people to remember me by.

13. Piercings i want: None really. I throw around getting my ears done, but I'm not really into punching holes in my skin.

14. Relationship status: SUPER SINGLE and livin it up.

15. Favorite movie: . UGH dude this is so hard. There's three main ones I watch whenever and I always love them: Pride and Prejudice 2005, Howl's Moving Castle, and Austenland!

 16. A fact about my life:  I've spent 13 years in the same house and I'm totally okay with that. (Yes I commuted to college from home and no I didn't regret it AT ALL.)

17. Phobia:  Spiders. Terrible fear of spiders. I'm also afraid of the dark a little bit and tornados.

.18. Height: 5'2"

19. Are you a virgin?  Heck yea! And proud of it! 

20. What is your shoe size?  4-5 depending on who makes them.

21. What’s your sexual orientation?  straight

22. Do you smoke, drink, or take any drugs?   Nope. I don't like alcohol and I'd prefer not to kill my brain cells I'll need those for grad school.

23. Someone you miss: My grandma. She was the most fun person and I could call her any time and we'd talk for hours. She died in February and I miss her all the time.

24. What’s one thing you regret?  I regret how judgemental I was in high-school. It caused a lot of problems with my best friend. We're okay now, and I've apologized, but it caused a lot of wasted stress and fights we didn't need to have.

25. First celebrity you think of when someone says attractive:  J.J. Field

26. Favorite ice cream?  CAKE BATTER!

27. One insecurity: Body image. I used to be very athletic and I miss that a lot. I feel really gross and lazy. I also stress eat a LOT.

28. What my last text message says:  To me - I finally found a Publix that has water.  From me - How am I like your dad?!

29. What's the most creative thing you've done recently: I decorated the house for fall!

30. What's the last song you listened to? Six Weeks by Of Monsters And Men

31. What do your favorite Pj's look like? I have a shirt that says "my cat doesn't like you" that I wear whenever we have guests over.

Have you ever stole money from a friend?  no.

Have you ever gotten in a car with people you just met?  Lol nope!

Have you ever been in a fist fight?  I punched my brother a few times, but like...we weren't fighting.

Have you ever had feelings for someone who didn’t have them back?  Yeah he had a girlfriend.

Have you ever been arrested?  No

Have you ever made out with a stranger?  Ew no

Have you ever laid on your back and watched cloud shapes go by?  Yes I loved doing this at my grandma's house.

Have you ever been lonely?  HA. Who hasn't...?

Have you ever been to a club?  I went to a boat party once (I hated it) and they played that weird club music so that's the closest I've ever been to a club. I go to sports bars all the time for wings though.

 Have you ever felt an earthquake?  Nope you don't get those down here in FL really.

Have you ever touched a snake?  I LOVE SNAKES. They feel so fun. Snakes need love all the time.

Have you ever ran a red light?  Yes. It was 2 am. I was coming home from a theater show I was in. (They kept me late painting sets) and I turned left on red without stopping because I didn't even register that the light was red until I had already done it.

Have you ever been in a car accident?   Yes. They totaled my car. Scariest thing ever.

 Have you ever cried yourself to sleep?  Yah

Have you ever sang karaoke?  I think I did, but not in front of people. My grandparents had a Karaoke machine that my cousins and I all played with.

Have you ever done something you told yourself you wouldn’t?   Yah like continuing to eat Mcdonalds at 2am when my brother comes home lol.

Have you ever laughed until something you were drinking came out your nose?  No! XD I've seen someone else do it though.

Have you ever slept with someone at least 5 years older or younger?  nope.

Have you ever dream that you married someone? Nope. I don't usually have love-related dreams.

Have you ever got your tongue stuck to a flag pole?  No, but I got it stuck to an icicle that I licked once.

Have you ever ever gone to school partially naked?  I was homeschooled so I worked in my PJ's a lot.

Have you ever brushed your teeth?   ???? do people NOT brush their teeth????

Have you ever ever too scared to watch scary movies alone?  yeah I couldn't watch Black Mirror alone. Otherwise I don't watch scary movies.

Have you ever been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on?  Naw. I might be tiny, but I fight hard. People know better.

Have you ever been told you’re hot by a complete stranger?  nope

Have you ever broken a bone?  I smashed my finger playing softball once.

Have you ever been easily amused?  I mean yeh. I watched youtube videos of people organizing stuff once for HOURS. D:

Have you ever laughed so hard you cried?  Alll the time

Have you ever mooned/flashed someone? no.

Have you ever forgotten someone’s name?   Literally all the time. I suck at names.

Have you ever give us one thing about you that no one knows? Uh...no? Idk I think at least someone knows everything about me.

What was your last dream?   I had pants that changed colors but never matched the outfit I had on. (It was the first dream in a week that wasn't an awful nightmare so I was thrilled!)

Would you be up for interplanetary travel if it was a thing?  YES YES YES. SEND ME TO SPACE! Its like being in the age of sail all over! Adventure! new planets! LET ME GO!

If you could travel back in time, where would you go?  18th century or Victorian era.

Do you prefer tech or real books for reading?   Books!!!

Do you dread doctor visits or do they not bother you?   I think they're a waste of time, but I'm not afraid of doctors.

Favorite fashion decade of the twentieth century? 1910's or 1920's. Edwardian (Titanic clothes) or Flapper (Gatsby).

Are you wearing nail polish and if so, what color?   YES I'm wearing the Northern Lights OPI color from the new Iclandic line. I LOVE nail polish.

 Are you into working out or no?  Yes, but it has to be fun. I hate machines and gyms. Dance is much more my style.

Do you have a temper?   Doesn't everyone? Mine's really buried though so you really gotta mess up and push me to get it to come out. I don't have the energy to be angry about a lot of stuff.

Do you have one item you treat yosef with, and if so, what is it?   SUGAR SCRUBS

Do you eat meat?  YEA I basically live at Chickfila.

If yes, how do you like it cooked?  Depends on the meat. Steak Med-Rare and chicken usually grilled well (no thank you to salmonella).

Ever had a boss or a teacher you absolutely hated?  HA basically every professor at my school who gets political. I'm sorry I took a literature class not a political science. You can critique the world later. Please teach what I paid for.

Coffee, tea, or hot chocolate?  Tea!

Do you wear makeup?  Yes, especially when I go to work.

If you wear perfume, what’s your scent type/favorite fragrance?  I wear the cashmere perfume from bath and body works. I don't really like high end perfumes they make my throat hurt.

Do you have a girl crush?  nah

Candles, wax melts, or incense?  Candles. I love their little flames. It reminds me of fall/Christmas.

Favorite season of the year?  FALLLLLLLLLLL

Fanfic—do you prefer smut or fluff?   Fluff. Not into smut really at all.

Do you like taking selfies?  Why or why not?   I hate taking selfies. However, when you travel alone and you want photos of yourself you gotta suck it up.

Do you want children?   Eventually, but that means wanting a husband and meh - i'll wait.

Do you prefer lots of friends or just a few good friends?  Definitely just a few. People stress me out.

Introvert or extrovert, or mixture of both?  Raging introvert.

Ocean/beach or mountains?  BOTH?!!?! Beach because it doesn't give me altitude sickness, but I love the mountains anyway.

Morning person or night person?  Night owl 10/10.

Do you initiate conversations with strangers?  not if I can help it.

Milk or dark chocolate?  Dark

What do you post on your blog?   Star wars...historical romance gifs...artwork sometimes...random other aesthetic stuff and cute things!

Is it hard for you to apologize when you’re in the wrong?   Yah I kinda have a pride thing that is hard to get past. I do apologize though. The person won't know you're sorry unless you say it.

Love at first sight?  nope.

Best/funniest Halloween memory?  This one year my best friend and I went as spies and everyone thought we were the blues brothers. It was hilarious because my friend had no idea who the blues brothers were and it got to the point where we both just said YES when people asked because it was too exhausting to say otherwise.  

Did your first crush work out or was it unrequited?  Unrequited

Do you like old movies—and by old, I mean OLD old?  I watched a silent version of Phantom of the Opera that was cool once, but usually those movies are a bit slow for me.

Do you tan or burn?  Both, but right now I'm tanning.

Do you think people deserve second chances?  Depends on what they did. Cheating? Not a chance.

What animal would be cutest if scaled down to the size of a cat?  ELEPHANT!!! Imainge the tiny round feets and the little trunk!!!!!!

Do you have any weird food likes/dislikes?  I hate lots of foods. and I hate any food if there's too much of it.

.What’s the funniest real person’s name you’ve ever heard?   (I don't want to use his real real name, but the last name is real)  Harry Dingledien.