#daughter of the pirate king

[rosisregiis]

my blog caters for a very specific audience which is those who have read exactly the same books as i have so that they get all my references :)

[jarondont]

If you've read the Daughter of the Pirate King duology, this is for you.

I want to make this an animatic/YouTube short but I don't have the motivation/skills.

First go listen to this sea shanty. DO IT. It's awesome.

Okay now yk how at the beginning, there's a little kid that goes, "Fee Fi Fo Fum, I smell the bones of an Englishman"? Imagine that kid is Roslyn. And imagine the main singer is Riden.

Now think about this:

Roslyn comes up to Riden and starts singing. And then aLL oF A suDdEn, Riden just chuckles (the little "he he he" in the background, if you listen closely) and calls the rest of the crew to start singing. And the rest of the song is basically that.

IMAGINE HOW EPIC OF AN ANIMATIC/YOUTUBE SHORT THAT WOULD MAKE

[jordie-your-local-halfling]

“Don’t even think about it.”

“I already did.”

[current-obsession-hoard]

This girl only spilled when they threatened to cut off her hair lmao an icon

[reverie-quotes]

There are different kinds of fathers. Those who love unconditionally, those who love on condition, and those who never love at all.

— Tricia Levenseller, Daughter of the Pirate King

[rphelperblog]

YA Book Villain Quote Meme

feel free to edit or change pronouns for rp purposes-Inspired by the crime threads and wishlist by @silvcrflames​

“Love is a conquest! Love is war!”

“It is better to have an enemy who will fight you in an open field then a lover who will kill you in your sleep.” 

“I am capable of choosing my battles, so that I may win the war.”

“Everyone has darkness inside them, however hidden.” 

“Fine, make me your villain.”

“I am tired of being used, hurt, and cast aside. It is my turn to use. My turn to hurt.” 

“If the devil only punishes bad people, wouldn’t that make him good?”

“If I cannot move heaven, then I will raise hell.”

“To love is to destroy, and to be loved is to be destroyed.”

“Being underestimated always works to my advantage. But sometimes I find it offensive. That often makes me violent”

I belong to no one. On this night, I swear to you that I will rise above everything you’ve ever taught me. I will become a force that this world has never known. I will come into such power that none will dare hurt me again.” 

Even the devil was once an angel"

“I will strip away all that you know, all that you love, until you have no shelter but mine.”

“I will do everything in my power to destroy all who stand in my way.” 

“What is so great about being good?” 

“Don't cry. You are stronger than that.” 

Pain enhances beauty”

“Fear is power,” 

“They've never found the body of the first and only boy who broke my heart. And they never will.” 

“It’s the things we love most that destroy us.”

“Pain goes away eventually,Death is permanent.” 

“Embellish your flaws. They will turn into your assets.” 

“A good queen was a well-informed queen.” 

“It is my turn to use. My turn to hurt”

“How many times have you been called an abomination?”

“Sorry, always sorry. What in the world can you buy with an apology?” 

“Some of us are broken and there’s nothing you can do to fix it.” 

“Ideally, a lady will have three toys at once. One to romance her, one to bed her, and one to adorn her with very expensive jewelry.” 

“Maybe she truly was hideous. But so long as she could deceive everyone, what did it matter?” 

“So. Tell me, little wolf. Do you want to punish those who have wronged you?” 

“I would not allow myself to die in the grave I'd dug.” 

“What is the point of searching for love, when love is nothing but an illusion?” 

“Everything else in the world is but a sham. Death is the only sincerity.”

“But true rulers are not born. We are made.” 

“In my fury, I killed him.” 

I only ask for obedience. If that is too hard, I can help. It is easier to obey without a tongue, and easier to kneel without legs.”

“Some hate us, think us outlaws to hang at the gallows.Some fear us, think demons to burn at the stake,Some worship us, think us children of the gods.But all know us.” 

“She had not seen the bodies, but she had seen the bedrooms the next morning, and her first thought was that all that blood would make for a very pretty rouge on her lips.” 

““It was all her fault. Everything was her fault. She had ruined every moment .”

"If you had, you'd know I've already killed for love once before."

“I’ve an inclination to kill again,”

“You and I are playing a very dangerous game.” 

“Already, I'm starting to forget the face of the man I killed.” 

My fury heightens. Everyone. They will cower at my feet, and I will make them bleed.” 

“I see him lying on the ground and all I feel is disgust.” 

“So many poor and desperate, come to see me suffer in order to distract themselves from their own hungry lives.” 

“That's another thing to love about me. I steal.”

“No one wants you to be yourself. They want you to be the version of yourself that they like.” 

“In this moment, I am a god.” 

“I will keep you, until the day I choose not to. You have destroyed and harmed all that is dear to me. In return, I want you to know what that feels like. I will not kill you. I will keep you alive. I will torture you. Until your soul is dead.” 

We are so much lovelier when we fall. “

“There was once a time when darkness shrouded the world, and the darkness had a queen.” 

“I've been waiting for you a long time. You and I are going to change the world.” 

Take it, and cut your brother's throat with it, and take back the honor of your blood.”

“You two have a bad habit of acting like fools and calling it heroic.” 

“I am the nightmare.” 

“The darkness bows to me, eager for my embrace. I close my eye, open my heart to the feeling, and soak in the delight of vengeance.” 

“Fear motivates, more than love or ambition or joy. Fear is more powerful than anything else in the world. I have spent so long yearning for things—for love, for acceptance—that I do not really need. I need nothing except the submission that comes with fear. I do not know why it took me so long to learn this.” 

“And I'm not horrified. I look at it, indulging in the darkness around me, feeding me, strengthening me, and I realize that I'm happy I killed him. Truly happy.” 

“I am mostly human. But when I allow myself to use the gifts my mother gave me, I become something else. And it kills me a little inside each time I have to fight it back off.” 

“If she were to see you, she would kill you.”

“A challenge and an insult all wrapped into one. My specialty.” 

Sometimes you must lose everything to gain it again, and the regaining is all the sweeter for the pain of loss.”

[nerdy-girlramblings]

(Ignore the previous ask lol)

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I like historical fantasy and paranormal fantasy and the enemies to lovers trope :)

Hi, and thank you for your ask!

Here's some recommendations, hopefully one fits what you're looking for!

Lockwood & Co. - very paranormal with ghosts and excellent humor and subtle romance. Also has found family.

The Gilded Wolves - historical fantasy with great romances and found family

Caraval - enemies to lovers set in a fantastical setting that feels very historical

Renegades - enemies to lovers / friends to lovers. Teenagers with superpowers on opposite sides.

Neverwhere - recommending this book purely on vibes (kinda fantastical / paranormal) (its also a show)

Daughter of the Pirate King - enemies to lovers, historical fantasy vibes

Once Upon a Time - this show includes all the tropes you mentioned at some point. There is an enemies to lovers romance in this that is divine

The Mummy (1999) - kinda enemies to lovers? More like we-misjudged-each-other vibe. The humor in this movie is hilarious and the villain, a revived mummy, is terrifying.

[chaliyaaa]

[jessread-s]

Thanks to @fiercereadsya for providing me with an e-ARC in exchange for an honest review

✩⚔️🗺️Review: 

Tricia Levenseller just doesn’t miss when it comes to pirate adventure novels! 

Following the events of the “Daughter of the Pirate King” duology, “Vengeance of the Pirate Queen” centers around Sorinda Veshtas, the pirate queen’s assassin. As a newly appointed captain, Sorinda is dispatched on a rescue mission. Unfortunately, her sailing master just so happens to be Kearan Erroth, the one person attuned to her every movement in the shadows. Sadly, it’s near impossible to avoid him on a ship with few hiding places. But when the crew faces the King of the Undersea, a being who can control the dead, Sorinda’s helmsman might be the only one that can save her from becoming an undead queen. 

I. Love. Sorinda. Veshtas. I always have ever since reading “Daughter of the Pirate Queen.” Now I love her even more. Levenseller never fails to create strong female characters and Sorinda might just be the fiercest one of all. Her past is revealed in bits and pieces. Once I saw the whole picture I was devastated. Her vengeance for what happened to her family is a driving force in her life and motivated her to become a weapon. At the same time, she is consumed by guilt. 

Kearan is the one who helps her realize that she is worthy of life, love, and saving and that it is okay to lean on others. Their romance truly left me a sopping mess. I enjoyed watching Sorinda try to avoid him as much as possible until she could no longer ignore her budding feelings. Watching their squabbles turn into playful banter. Their reluctant love story is a beautiful one as they learn to confide in each other and accept their own flaws. 

As a huge fan of the Pirates of the Caribbean franchise, I enjoyed how this book pays homage to The Curse of the Black Pearl. I was on the edge of my seat, soaring through each chapter wondering how Sorinda and her crew would defeat an army of the undead. The explosive ending does not disappoint. This swashbuckling adventure fulfilled all of my pirate loving dreams! 

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[kpopandbookschild]

Book poll round 1 #3

[valoflunar]

Do you ever want all your fav characters and ships from all your fandoms to be in one room and just TALK

It would be funnier since all the different fandoms literally don’t make sense together.

All I want is to have cal and mare from red queen, alsoa and riden from Daughter of the pirate king and wrath and Emilia from kingdom of the wicked to just sit down and talk.

how funny would that be???

[booktellsastory]

I just finished listening to The Daughter of the Siren Queen and the ending is literally “…and then they fucked” And I just died

[sparkle-heart-anon]

Beg For Me

Summary: Riden and Alosa find themselves in a standoff as to who can be more stubborn. And of course, there is only one way to solve that

Fandom: Daughter of the Pirate King 

Pairing: Alosa x Riden

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: Fluffy Smut and Swearing

His smug face.

God damn, his smug face.

Part of me wanted to punch him in that annoying, insufferable, smug face.

But another part of me wanted to kiss him – needed to kiss him. Needed him.

“Tell me, Lass,” the nickname rolled off his tongue. He stood from his chair, and in a single, long stride stood in front of me. Leaning down, his lips were inches from my ear, his voice low and gravely. “Tell me what you want me to do.” I could hear the smile on his face – that insufferably smug smile. “Beg for me, Lass.”

I swallowed hard, trying to regain my composure, trying not to feed into his ego any more than I already had. Silently, I prayed he couldn’t see the deep flush of my face, but I knew if I could feel it, he could see it.

His fingers danced on my hip, tentatively rubbing his fingers in circles right over my hip bone. “Do you want this, Lass?”

Biting my lip, my brain searched for an answer. Fuck, I wanted this But I also couldn’t stand to feed his ego any more.

“Alosa, have you forgotten how to use your siren voice?” He removed his face from my ear, so his deep brown eyes bored into mine. Gold flecks glittered along his iris, shining brightly with his fucking smug face. Good God, that face.

“I know how to use it just fine,” my voice was harsher than it intended. Trying to backtrack, I wanted to look desirable for him. I wanted to be in control. Wanted to make him squirm like he always made me. “But do you? I want to hear you beg, Riden.”

His eyebrows raised for a moment – but that Goddamn smirk did not drop.

“Really, Lass? You think you can make me scream? Do you want me on my knees? Because last time I found myself there, I think you were the one begging.”

Before I could say anything, he swiftly sank to his knees, staring up at me from those impossibly thick eyelashes. Gently, his fingers rested on my bare knee, the hem of my skirt resting just above it.

“If you’re going to be this insufferable,” I said to him, trying to keep my composure, trying not to admit just how fucking much I wanted this – I needed this, “at least put your mouth to good use.”

“Oh don’t worry, Lass.” He pressed a kiss to the inside of my knee. Fuck. Slowly, his mouth inched up further, while his hand bunched up my skirt. “Be a good girl and hold this for me.” His lips were still pressed to the soft skin of my thighs, his voice rumbling through me and going straight to my aching center.

As he handed me the fabric of my skirt, he intertwined his fingers with mine. Pausing for a moment, he looked up at me, our eyes meeting. His smirk had dropped, his eyes looking at me with pure adoration. “I love you, Alosa. I don’t think I will ever stop loving you.”

I crouched down, capturing my lips with his. As insufferable as his smirks were, his kisses were sweeter than honey, delicate and gentle, as though he worried he would break me. And in a single kiss, I felt more endearing love than I had ever felt in my life before him.

With him, I could be soft. With him, moments could be tender. I no longer needed to spend every second of every day protecting myself.

With him, I could unravel.

We broke apart, the softness lingering in his voice. “Do you want me here? Or do we want to go to your bed?”

Oh right. I was supposed to be coming down to the empty brig to make sure we had enough supplies if we were to run into any unsavory characters as we searched for our next treasure. Riden had been tucked away in a corner, cleaning his swords, trying to get a moment of peace and quiet. And while we were currently secluded behind crates of food, there was no lock, and anyone could come down here, looking for either one of us.

Going back to my room would have been the smart choice. The safe choice. But honestly, I couldn’t wait another moment for Riden to touch me. And besides, no one was supposed to be coming down looking for me for a while.

So I had no choice but to beg. “Please, Riden, please touch me. I need you.”

“Your voice is so sweet, Lass.” His smirk returned, ever so pleased with himself. “It’s even sweeter when it’s begging for me.”

Handing me the rest of my skirts and petticoats, his fingers danced to my inner thigh before running over the crotch of my underwear.

“Green,” he whispered, his breath tickling my thighs. “My favorite color. Did you wear them just for me?”

“Don’t flatter yourself,” I laughed, but quickly found myself biting my lip as he ran his fingers over my sensitive nub. He moved his fingers in the repetitive circular motion, just the way I taught him, and I could feel a moan slip from my mouth.

“Really?” he asked. “Don’t flatter myself? Because you’re awfully wet for me, Lass. So I find myself quite flattered. In just a few minutes I can do this to you.” He moved his fingers through my folds, prompting me to let you a shaky breath.

He switched to a more serious voice. “Is this okay, though? Can I touch you?”

“Please,” my voice shook. “Please, Riden. I need you.” God, I wanted him so bad. And even though I said I wasn’t going to beg, I found myself back in this familiar position, begging for Riden. This, I thought, is why his ego is so damn big. But I couldn’t help but always find myself begging for him.

Slowly, he pushed one finger in, then another, curling them slightly. As he slowly pumped them in and out, he used his thumb to rub slow circles around my clit. Within moments, he found a perfect rhythm, and even better, that perfect spot.

A moan ripped from my lips, and I instantly brought my hand up to my mouth to quiet myself, dropping the fabric of my skirt.

I felt him pull away, prompting me to whimper from the loss. “Riden?” I looked down, and again that fucking smug face looked up at me.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk,” he said, standing up to meet me, wrapping his fingers around my wrist. “Don’t quiet yourself, Alosa. I want to hear you – hear your lovely siren cries.”

“Someone might hear us,” I worried. But without his hands on me, the desire I felt was mounting, starting not to care if someone heard me.

“Let them hear,” he whispered, before pressing his lips to my neck, lightly grasping my flesh with his teeth. “Let them hear how good I can make you feel, Alosa. Let them hear how much I can enchant my siren. My love.”

His fingers found their way back between my legs. Grasping the fabric of my underwear, he pushed it down, giving him full unfettered access. And he returned to that perfect rhythm. Each time I let out another cry, it seemed to encourage him even more, getting him to move faster, more precisely – as though I was a puzzle only he knew how to solve.

My moans got louder and louder in spite of myself, and I could feel that wonderful pressure building in the bottom of my stomach.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck. Riden,” I pleaded.

“I’m right here, my love.” He quickened his pace, the way his fingers curled around me, sending me over the edge. Wave of pleasure rushed and crashed over me, my moans falling from my lips like raindrops from the sky.

With him, I unravelled.

Completely and totally, I unravelled.

My fingers dug into his bicep as I came, my voice shivering, my mind going absolutely blank as my body filled with nothing but pleasure. Well, pleasure and love.

My legs shook, refusing to support me any longer. But Riden and I had found ourselves in moments like these before, and he knew me – knew every inch of me. And he knew that after I came, my legs often shook so hard I could hardly stand. His arm wrapped around my waist, supporting me, as I buried my face in the crook of his neck, smelling the strong scent of his cologne as I tried to catch my breath.

“Fuck,” I groaned when I finally could breathe. “Holy fuck, Riden. How do you make me feel so good?”

Although my face was still buried in his neck, I could hear the smug look return to his face. But there was still softness and tenderness to his words, to the way he held me, so close as though he was worried I would break away. “You make it easy, Lass. When you beg for me, I know exactly what you want. You have the most beautiful voice.”

He pressed a kiss to the crown of my head and just held me like that for a moment.

In moments like these, I felt so completely overwhelmed by the love that Riden showed me – that he had for me. Not only could he see me in soft, tender moments like this, but he actively sought them out. He was probably the only one in all the seas and on all the land that could bring out this side of me. And for him, I wanted to show it wholly.

He loved my voice – not as a tool for him to use and manipulate, but because through it, he could know if he was making me happy, if he was making me feel good. My voice was not something he could control, or even sought to. It was not something he wanted power from, or to use to hurt others. The wonderful noises he made me produce, he did so out of nothing but love for me.

And for that, I was able to unravel around him.

“I love you,” I whispered to him, before capturing his lips with mine, pulling him closer to me, if that was even possible.

“I love you more than you can ever know, Alosa.” He pressed a kiss to my forehead. “Now why don’t we get you something to eat?”

“Oh crap,” I laughed. “I was supposed to be calculating our food stores for the brig. Mandy is going to be so mad at me for taking so long.”

“Let her be mad.” He tucked a stray lock of hair behind my ear. “We can just spend another moment together.”

In my heart, I knew. We would be spending many more moments together, just as tender and raw as this.

I loved him. Smug face and all.