#from davey jones locker

[panthalassaunited]

Quick sketch of Dunkleosteus terreli.

[ethereallocs]

I Will Break You

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen (Pirate) x Fem OC (Mermaid/Siren)

Word Count: 1,700

Content/Warning(s): !!18 PLUS!!, Non-Con/ Dub-Con, Violence, Descriptions of Blood, Attempted Drowning, Abduction, Obsession, Toxic.

Author’s Notes: This is set within The Golden Age of Piracy (1650 to 1726). I don’t know why I thought of this, but I think the best stories are the ones that just pop into your head. I hope you enjoy it.

Chapter 1.

King’s Landing knew him as “Aemond One-Eye” or “The Kinslayer”. He had become a well-known enemy of the monarchy. After killing his nephew; Lucerys in cold blood he escaped his execution by a hair and in the midst of his exile he created a band of the most ruthless criminals he could find to sail across The Narrow Seas and reek havoc on any unsuspecting ships and pillaging any lands nearby. Many men aboard “Vhagar” spoke of the mysterious sirens that plagued the seas and took many men to an unpleasant death.

Aemond listened to the tall tales and wondered if they’d ever encounter a swarm of them and if they did would they live to tell the tale? It was a rather misty night with the moon high and the entire crew was asleep. Aemond did not sleep often he was usually up planning his next attack. The sea was strangely calm putting Vhagar on a steady course. The sounds of faint splashes against the small waves and soft singing alerted him and he left his cabin to go on deck.

He held a lantern in his hand as he walked across looking out into the thick haze and he saw a glimpse of feminine face. He called out into the darkness. “Hello is anyone out there?! Do you need to come aboard?” All he could hear was the sweet sounds of a woman singing. It was alluring; seductive. He started to lose his train of thought with the melody wrapping itself around him. The sounds of the sea became muffled once those sea green eyes found his and his body moved uncontrollably toward the port side of the ship desperately climbing over it to get to that sickeningly sweet voice.

Without warning one of his men pulled him back aboard just as he was going to plummet into the darkness which was not an easy task. Aemond fought him tooth and nail trying to get to that sound. “No! No! She’s calling me!!!” He finally held his hands over as his ears. “Captain! Fight it!! Ye’ cannot follow the sound. It will lead you to your death!” He pulled him below and smacked the living daylights out of him. He finally stopped wailing like a mad man. He realized he was drenched in sweat and his chest heaved heavily.

“Daeros..? What…what happened?” He ran his fingers through his hair feeling as though his heart was longing for something that he could not reach. It was a dull ache that he wished to be rid of. “Captain..ye’ were bewitched by a sea devil. Ye’ must resist the lot of them or it will be eternity in Davey Jones Locker for ye’.” This particular creature had been following them for quite some time. She had the sapphire within Aemond’s skull by chance one night and she wished to pluck it from his eye socket and save it for the rest of her collection of shiny or precious things.

She had been observing him for quite sometime noting how the darkened circles under his eyes never left and he often seemed without rest. He was the only one on board who didn’t use precautions and stuff his ears like the rest of his crew. Obviously he did not believe in her kind’s existence and his ignorance would be the death of him. But tonight she was deterred and obviously angered by the interference of another. She almost had him she thought. She found refuge within a nearby cove and thought of what to do next.

Daeros left Aemond to get some rest but instead he stared at the ceiling of his room thinking of that voice and those eyes he would never forget them. The next day the sky was clear and the mist dissipated. Aemond wandered into the deck tired as usual still not finding rest. He sighed with that creature still on his mind. It haunted him so such a dreaded creature with eyes that pulled him closer and closer to his demise and yet he would risk it just to see them again.

Nights had passed and there was no sign of her, but she was there watching and waiting. He was expecting her again and she knew it she could tell by the way he roamed the deck when the moon was high. He paced back and forth and stayed there until dawning hoping to hear her song again. Finally, after days of them pillaging another unsuspecting village they stayed docked for a while making plans to set sail the next day and she knew this was her last and only chance. He had decided to take refuge as large water pool where it stood stagnant away from the harsh waves. He knew he was being watched small splashes alerted him, but he stayed calm and never showed that he knew she was there.

He smirked to himself whistling while the reflection of the moon rested on the body of water. Then in the distance he heard her and his heart fluttered with anticipation. He would finally have his chance, he could see her head peaking from the water far enough for her to swim away and deep enough to pull him to a watery grave, he stood to his feet instantly become captivated by the sound of her voice. Her voice pulled him in and the feeling the ice cold waters didn’t even make him flinch she had him where she wanted him so she swam forward wrapping her arms around him.

He finally saw her face. She was alluring and ethereal. He’d travelled the world and he hadn’t seen such beauty until her. Her wet tresses were as black as the sea and her eyes as deep as the ocean itself. She reached to pull away his eye patch, but was met with the dull sting of a knife being pushed into her tail. Her cries of pain were inhuman it almost sounded like a banshee screeching. He smiled at his victory and the pain her eyes held. She thrashed about trying to escape him and he didn’t fight to let her go, but just as she thought she could flee a net was thrown her, tangling around her.

She fought with all her might, but the pain and loss of blood began to slowly deteriorate her energy. His crew pulled her ashore and carried her away onto his boat. She was to be held below deck within a tub like a pet. Aemond came down to see her and help the wound he caused and she wasn’t happy to see him in the slightest. She hissed at him as her body laid with something that gave off the look of a tub. Her right arms was chained to the floor. Her instinct to push back and make herself smaller as he came closer made her feel helpless. She looked for an exit anywhere being inside of this thing.

“I will not hurt you again. So long as you don’t try to drown me again. Deal?” If looks could kill hers would rip him apart. He chuckled to himself and took the rag with ointment on in and began dabbing it against the wound. “I guess…you don’t speak my language…hmm..I heard your kind looked grotesque and hideous, but you….you are far from hideous.” She flinched and hissed from the stinging pain. “I’m sorry about that, but you would’ve gotten away from me…I couldn’t let that happen.” She stayed silent listening to him talk all the while planning how she could somehow find her way back to the sea.

“Don’t get any ideas…you should get used to seeing me. We are headed back to my home and you are to stay with me. I heard that after some exposure to the dry elements you sprout legs. A painful transition I suppose, but it can’t be helped. You will never see the sea again, well from your window you will.” She could feel tears flowing down her face something rather unfamiliar. She detached from the moment thinking of her sisters that she was leaving behind and the ocean that she loved so dearly. He was to hold her captive like some prized possession and she was going to be helpless.

“P..please…” She muttered lowly. He looked up in surprise. “So you do speak…Wonderful. You will learn to get use to what will now be your life. I can be very pleasant if you can learn to behave.” Her face twisted and she bared her fangs and extended jaw at him. “There she is…you didn’t like that word. I know you don’t know what it is to be tamed…but I will bend you to my will one way another.” He dug his fingers into the wound causing her to screech trying to pull away from him but she was too weak. “Please!!!!” Was all she could say unfortunately it was the only word she knew.

He pulled away and savoring the sounds of her screams. “I will be back to check on you…we will be home soon.” She fell into the tub wrapping her arms around herself and shaking. The rocking of the boat reminded her of the push and pull of the ocean and eventually she fell asleep. She thought it was all a nightmare. But she was awakened by excruciating pain. It felt as though her tail was being ripped apart. She screamed out, tears pooling in her eyes. Hearing her screams he ran to her aid and saw the most gruesome scene.

Her tail was becoming two and her scales were falling off blood pooled within the tub and she reached for him hoping he could make it stop. He for a second felt empathy wanting to throw her back into the dark sea, but he wanted her with him and he could not let her get away. Instead he pulled her from the tub and into his lap wrapping his arms around her as they sat on the floor. It was to be a long night and an even longer day once they got to his home.

To be continued….

@izzy-the-ginger

[redfish-blu]

We get it kind of vaguely confirmed that the Black Pearl is like soul magic tied to Jack Sparrow (it literally went to the Locker with him + Davey Jones mentions it almost every time he’s fiending for Jack’s soul), which lends immeasurable humor to Barbossa insisting that it is in fact his ship, not Jack’s. As if every time he actually achieved captaincy of it something didn’t go horribly wrong.

All I’m saying is if I got lifelong traumatized by the same boat (twice) after stealing it from the dude who brought it back from purgatory (twice) by sacrificing his own soul to the Sea Grim Reaper (twice)… Well first I’d hire a medium and get exercised, and second I would not touch that ship with a fifty foot pole because clearly there’s some preternatural fuckery going on that does not want me to be involved.

[regicidal-defenestration]

Song of all time, to me

The siren song rings like a gong It turns your mind to gravy She'll have you drown in that locker down With Jones comma Davey Such pretty tones, you've never known Like angels plucking harp strings The only defence, just common sense Fatigue has made you hear things

The Kraken was attacking us Its tentacles surrounding The timbers broke, cap'n had a stoke Our troubles were compounding And just as we prayed to the sea Deliver us salvation We realised our heavy eyes Shared a group hallucination

It's all made up! It's in our heads! It's hard work trawling those sea beds! With the physical strain there's no surprise Your faculties get compromised

(FLEET, spoken: I'll wait outside.) (CLARA, spoken: Don't you dare.)

The helmsman who was wedded to A selkie from the fathoms His judgement scarred, he'd worked as hard As any man since Adam And when we spied a sea serpent's eyes We knew our doom awaited Until it clicked, we'd been too strict And likely dehydrated!

It's all made up! It's in our heads! It's hard work trawling those sea beds! With the burn of the rope and the frozen winds It's natural to be seeing things

Sleep hygiene Good diet These things keep monsters quiet New hammocks Less motion No nightmares on the ocean

Sleep hygiene (hey!) Good diet (hey!) These things keep monsters quiet (hey!) New hammocks (hey!) Less motion (hey!) No nightmares on the ocean (hey!)

(And the lady!)

It's all made up! It's in your heads! It's hard work trawling those sea beds! We toil for days, our attention frays I never knew my father…

(SAILOR, spoken: That's a… different sort of problem, Michael, I'm sorry, that's a different song.) (MICHAEL, spoken: Sorry…) (SAILOR, spoken: Nothing to apologise for Michael, you're among friends, and you're our only basso profundo)

Oh!

It's all made up! It's in our heads! It's hard work trawling those sea beds! With the moonless sky and the narwhal's cry It's natural to forget

It's all made up! It's in our heads! It's hard work trawling those sea beds! With the raging storm and the grog lukewarm It's simple to neglect

With the blinding sun and the dearth of fun You're under the gun to fish every tonne The work's never done, the truth can be spun It's a damned hard job trawling those sea

(Oh, er, (sigh))

Be-eds!

[love-islike-abomb]

Wellerman

Roman reigns x phoneix (OC)

(a/n: been tossing this around for a while!! Enjoy!!)

Warnings: not sure what this is but it's a 2 part story. The smut is in the next part. I have a dinner party to go to with my husband Tonight so I won't be on much later. Errors I may have missed.

Tag list: @angelreigns444 @acknowledge-reigns @mindfulofmani @mandeelemons @niknakbucks92 @queengreenarrowmia89 @windhamsrotunda @weirdgirl16355

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Everyone told me he was to be avoided at all costs because he was the most dangerous man on the water. Merciless, shrewd, and always on the lookout for the next pretty girl he could swoon and leave stranded somewhere, not caring if she got home or not. He was very handsome but with all the stories I heard I kept my distance, not wanting to get caught up in the trap. Fate would see it differently.

Working on my sails trying to get them up and failing miserably I fell, nearly landing on the deck from 30ft up but the road around my foot saved me from ending up in davey Jones locker "whoa you ok?" I heard a deep voice say. I looked up from my awkward angle and saw him standing on his ship "I'm fine!" I yelled back not wanting to get hooked in by him but seeing him only intensified the yearning to see if the stories were true "you don't look fine" he chuckled "here let me help you!" He smiled jumping from his ship to mine. Rushing from the edge of the deck to the middle where I was he carefully undid the rope around my foot and gently helped me down, wrapping his arms around me and his rough hands rubbing against the skin of my arms, instantly leaving goosebumps "better?" He smiled "much thank you!" I smiled back.

"what's your name?" He asked

"Phoenix" I said.

"you're very beautiful Phoenix" he smiled "I'm-"

"stop! I know who you are!" I cut him off "I also know the stories! I'm not gonna be marooned on some island when you're done with me!" I said rolling my eyes

He chuckled "I'm afraid you misunderstand. I don't leave those women stranded. They try and steal my ship so as punishment I leave them marooned" he said. I still wasn't convinced.

"why not let the law punish them then?" I asked.

He looked at me with a smirk "pirate!" He simply said

"fair enough" I smiled "anyway thank you for saving me! I've got it from here!" I said trying to go back to work and getting more frustrated in the process.

"how about I help you?" He said putting his massive hand on mine. Those goosebumps again. I looked up at him still trying to shake the feeling that he wasn't who he said he was "fine" I said. He picked me up and grabbed the rope that was connected to his ship "your sails are tattered! This ship has sailed it's last! Unless you're trying to maroon yourself I would suggest you come with me!" He said. I looked back at my ship and felt like I was betraying it leaving it here but he was right and as much as I wanted to argue with him my stomach said otherwise "I haven't eaten in 2 days! Do you have anything to eat?" I asked.

He smiled "love I have everything you could possibly wish for!" He said looking between my eyes and my lips before crashing his lips to mine. My whole body felt like it was tingling all over before he pulled away "let's go!" I smiled before he sang across the water between ships.

"feed her, give her a warm bath and send her to my cabin after wards" he ordered, winking at me before leaning over towards my ear and growling "you're my desert!"

[sukipershipper]

OH SHIT OFFICIAL PUNCH OUT SEQUEL CHARACTERS DROPPED/J

Had a go at recreating the official PO!! style and whipped up these 3 bad boys. All of 3 of them are fighters withing Branch B (Jazzy #1 in Minor Circuit while Rangi and Maritime are at #2 and #1 in World Circuit respectively)

Some info about them under the cut!

JAZZY JAMBOREE

Name: Jazzy Jamboree

Age: 37

Height: 6'1

Weight: 196lbs

From: New Orleans, LA, USA

From New Orleans, comes a whopping, bopping and jazzy sensation. Jamboree is a triple act, working as a commentator, a singer AND a boxer, delivering both witty lines, gorgeous tunes and hard hitting punches to his opponents!

RANGI RIPPA

Name: Rangi Rippa

Age: 26

Height: 6'2

Weight: 210lbs

From: Manurewa, AKL, NZ

Hailing from the land of the long white cloud, Rangi is a fighter with a heart of fire. He's a hard hitter with a tackle greater than any other. Although he may look intimidating, this man is really a team player and very friendly! Maybe stop and grab a drink with him later?

MIGHTY MARITIME

Name: Mighty Maritime

Age: 44

Height: 6'8

Weight: 353lbs

From: Liverpool, UK (yes he's a scouse)

From the Maritime city of Liverpool comes Mighty Maritime. A cold hearted sailor with a grim look on his face and his trusty anchor always in hand. Be careful how you act while in the ring with this brute, or you'll be saying a quick hello to Davey Jones locker

[need-a-hand-peter-pan]

Trouble at the docks.

A fairly normal call from the sounds of it. There was a noise complaint from one of the boats.

It was nice to have someone call her about something other than a fire breathing dragon. Or a wicked witch.

Emma tucked her gun into the waistband of her jeans as she approached the pirate ship? Okay it was on her for expecting a normal boat in this town.

“Hey! Anyone home?” She shouts.

@storybrooke-and-cinnamon

A short, stout man in a stripped shirt and red cap leads a taller, lean man, so very obviously drunk, out of the captains quarters and over to the plank. "My apologies, sheriff, but it seems my captain has drank our entire supply of rum... Again... Please don't tell him when he's sober, but I'm the one who made the call. My name is Smee, I figured it would be better than letting him stay on the ship and possibly start a drunken duel... As his friend and first mate, I'd much rather see him safe in jail than sinking to Davey Jones' locker because he couldn't control his tongue for a night." Smee rolls his eyes when he hears his captain drunkenly slurring in offense to finding out Smee is sending him to jail for a night. Then, just as quickly as he had started his rant, he stops, a stupid grin on his face as he looks her up and down.

"You're a cute one, let me buy you a drink," he drunkenly chuckles

[undercaffinatednightmare]

Less Said, the Better

Killian frowned down at his phone. “Everything alright?” His brother asked.

He put his phone down and scratched behind his ear. “Aye. Emma was asking if she could bring Walsh next weekend.” Killian paused. His brother was the closest thing to a father he ever had. He found himself going on. “I don’t think he’s right for her. She’s too bloody quiet since she started dating that wanker.”

“Of course you don’t like them together.” Liam leaned back in the booth. “It might help to actually have a conversation with the lass.”

“What are you talking about?” He scowled at his brother’s smug expression. “That’s what I’m talking about. She doesn’t talk anymore.”

“Little brother, Emma’s never been the chatty one. I haven’t noticed a difference. I’m not saying he’s good for her, but have you thought perhaps your objection is jealousy?”

“Why would I be jealous of Swan?” He rolled his eyes just as she would have done. “And it’s younger brother.”

Liam shook his head and sipped his coffee. “Tell her to bring him. If there’s anything concerning, best we witness it and then talk to the lass.”

Killian scowled and texted his best friend. He felt ill at the idea of spending a day on the water with Emma and her boyfriend. Liam - well all their friends - thought he should tell Emma how he felt already. He knew her better than anyone, better than she knew herself some days, if he were to start talking about how he loved her, she would want to know why. Why hadn’t he told her a year ago or 10 years ago, why had he waited until she was in a relationship to tell her. If she was happy with the flying monkey, he would bite his tongue.

But he knew something was off because she wasn’t bloody talking to him.

When he got to the house for dinner that night, he was disappointed by Emma’s absence. Friday nights were usually family dinner nights for their friends. She’d stood on that front porch three months ago and told him It’s a new relationship, Killian. I need to give it a chance before I throw him into shark infested water. He really hated the silence. He missed fighting and making her laugh.

The fact that he’d been in love with her from the day they’d met wasn’t the issue.

“What’s wrong?” Elsa asked as everyone settled at the table. How was everyone so complacent about the empty chair beside him?

“Emma wants to bring Walsh next weekend.” Liam smirked at his fiancée.

“I worry about her.” Elsa began. Killian snapped his head up to revel in validation. “Walsh doesn’t really seem her type at all.”

“Exactly!” Relief flooded his veins. “She’s not talking. It’s weird.”

“That’s just how Emma texts. You know her, gifs, memes and emojis.” She said with and arched eyebrow. “Isn’t that how she texts you?”

He felt his ears burn. “Aye, but it’s not…” he let out a harsh breath. “That’s not how she used to text me.”

“She’s never been one for idle conversations.” Elsa waved her hand.

He frowned and Liam made a face. “No group chat.” Liam groaned. “She threatened to lock my phone in Davey Jones’ locker the last time I forgot.”

The following weekend, Emma sat on the deck beside Walsh. Killian felt his eye twitch as he watched the two silently flirt. Mary Margaret patted his shoulder and David chuckled at him. It wasn’t until Walsh took his shirt off that his brother continued to give him that look.

The look that said he should ask his best friend out already.

“Relax, Killian.” Elsa said in a soft voice. “She’s not acting off. And I get it now.” She shrugged.

“Get what?” Killian felt as if he’d entered the twilight zone.

“What she sees in him.” She blushed.

“I know, right?” Mary Margaret giggled. “He wears that suit and he has all the appeal..” Mags cleared her throat when David raised an eyebrow.

“A wet dish rag.” Elsa finished. “But take off that shirt and hot damn.”

Killian glared at his brother. It wasn’t as if either of them were out of shape. Was that really called for? As they gathered for lunch, Walsh started discussing his antiques shop and some of the finds he had. As he watched Emma’s smile dim, realization washed over him.

“Oh. I get it now.” He didn’t mean to say it out loud. Emma’s green eyes bored into him as she tried to decipher his meaning. Instead of answering, he waved her off.

Once they docked, Walsh left and Emma helped clean the galley. Killian leaned against the stairs for a second. “Care to enlighten the class, Jones?”

He scratched behind his ear. “I, uh, I’ve been racking my brain trying to understand why you changed. I figured it out.” She threw him a challenging glare and it gave him the courage to lean into her space. “You’re bored. Her eyes flashed and he stepped closer. “He opens his mouth and you lose interest. So you stop talking.”

“This is how I talk, Killian.” She whispered.

“No,” Killian sighed and reached up to brush her hair from her cheek. “It’s not how you talk to me, love. I miss you. I miss hearing you laugh and watching you roll your eyes at me when you think I’m ridiculous.”

“I need to go home.” Her eyes were wide and it felt like she wasn’t sure of her words.

“Want me to drive you?” He smiled sadly. “You’re still my best friend, Swan. Can’t have you driving tired.”

“Okay.”

Killian parked the car in front of Emma’s building. He hated the silence in the car. Most of the silences with Emma were comfortable, but tonight there was too much to say. “I don’t need an answer, but what if there was someone out there who cared about you? Who wanted to tell you everything and listen to every story you have and make you laugh as often as possible? What if there was a man who already loves you out there?”

“Then maybe he should stop dating bimbos and talk to me when I’m not in a relationship.” She replied.

~~~~~

Killian sat back on the deck of the Jolly Roger and Emma joined him a moment later. She tucked herself between his legs as they watched the sunset. He brushed a kiss to her shoulder still warm from the sun and wrapped his arms around her waist holding her back against his chest.

“Is this what you needed, love?” He murmured behind her ear. “Can I ask you something?”

“You just did.” She teased.

Killian tickled her and tightened his hold when she squirmed. “Smart ass.” He nipped at her ear. “When you were with the flying monkey, I told Liam you weren’t talking and he didn’t believe me.”

“That’s not a question.” She paused and shifted to face him. “I knew I couldn’t flirt with you and be in a relationship with someone else.”

“You stopped talking to me.” He whispered. “I don’t think I could handle a world where you don’t talk to me.”

She shrugged. “I don’t talk to anyone.”

Killian brushed a thumb along her jaw. “What makes me different?”

“You’re my person.” She said lightly. “You were the one who got past the walls.”

He brushed a kiss to her forehead. “I like you walls.” Killian murmured. “I like being the one to scale them.”

Tag!

@kmomof4 @teamhook @xarandomdreamx @tiganasummertree @earanemith @ilovemesomekillianjones @jonesfandomfanatic @caught-in-the-filter

[octo-not]

Episode 5

The Flying Fish

Why does Professor Inkling have ears?

He saw something amazing leap out of the water. it was a fish. Crazy.

Woah, shellington is an actual character!

That satchel was too small for that book 

Don't trust a pirate with a book

Oh my God they said the name of the episode! 

Lame ass attempt at flying

If only you had Peso there to do his full body wrapping thing

Don’t make friends with weird fish that you find in the ocean.

He’s literally a penguin, why does he need a helmet

HE DID THE FULL BODY WRAPPING THING!!!!

Yeah, how did you lose a book when you stayed in the Gup-A the entire time?

“Davey Jones’ locker” - Pirate

He went through the stages of grief very quickly

Oh, you lost it? Oh that sucks, guess it’s gone forever.

They’re drawing in a paper notebook. Underwater.

His fucking tailbone fracture heals itself in a day. From a bandage.

The fish still has that bag

Kwazii: flies -The rest of the crew: Shocked pikachu face

THE FUCKING TURNIP SAYS TURNIP! For real this time, the subtitles said turnip and everything! His name is Tunip, why do they keep saying turnip!!!

[vulpixelates]

oh shit, another caerellia reveal also happened last night

so, caerellia is an aboleth tiefling, and gargauth claims that he is the father of aboleths. so him telling her that he was her father made a lot of sense to her; she'd never found another possible source of her weird aboleth abilities and she had always felt so out of place that it was comforting to know that her strangeness that she'd been forced to hide from others came from someone/something that at least cared about her.

gargauth isn't actually her father. he's been lying to her, manipulating her into trusting him so he could get her to help bring back the great old ones all the while telling her that he's trying to prevent it, before it's so late that she can't get out of it. but caerellia has found this out and has been working againt him, yadayadayada.

but! this idea that gargauth could possibly be her father had sent her mother, fortunata, into a tizzy. she knew that caerellia wasn't her ex-husband's (dexion) because they didn't ever have a physical relationship, so she assumed that it was an accidentally oopsie at the bacchanal of fleshly decadence (orgy holiday lmao) or something. but she really wanted to know definitively. so she stole some of caerellia's blood in her sleep and started doing magical tests.

AND SHE FOUND OUT.... that caerellia was an oopsie not w some rando but w the gorgon spymaster, vesuvia, that fortunata has been having an affair with for years. JUICY. DRAMA. SNAKE MOMMY. vesuvia and glasya (fortunata's mother, archdevil but not like the canon one really) both knew but kept it from fortunata and caerellia because they knew that dexion would have had caerellia killed if he knew the truth - he HATED gorgons, and vesuvia even moreso than the next. but glasya has been having an eons-long affair w sune, the goddess of many things but also who created the gorgons, so she sees caerellia as kind of an extension of their bond - devil and gorgon 😭

my wife made up some interesting lore to get this to fit also. gorgon wild magic sorcerers come out as albino (to make caerellia's pasty ass make sense), and sune was inspired by the aboleths (who kind of sprouted into existence on their own) and their inherent magical capabilities when she created the gorgons to protect mortals from the GOOs and such. but one of the archdevils, fierna (a bit feral, rules over levia/davey jones' locker) is closely tied to aboleths, so my wife decided that fierna is sune's feral mermaid sister and i love this DEEPLY as a die hard stan for both sune and fierna

[panthalassaunited]

The Blue Bird of the internet is going to shit, so I figure I’ll start posting more art here now.

Do I do commissions at some point? (*indecisive wiggling*)

[fantasyconcrete]

@hriobzagelthewanderer

"Captain, something's coming up starboard!"

Cait tore her gaze from the shell of darkness spreading across the sky and focused on the right, as the rest of the crew did following the crow's nest shout of alarm. She didn't understand what she was seeing at first. "What in Davey Jones' locker...?"

Some sort of mass of spectral energy was rushing out of the woods, directly at the castle Cait was guarding.

"Shit. All hands, prepare for battle!"

[830poll]

78. Careful not to over-exert yourself - your stitches are still pretty fresh! Here- maybe one of these will hide you? (HALLWAit a minute i recognise these vending machines - 30%*)

No no no no no no! You were headed in the exact opposite direction, I saw it! You're supposed to be in... The hall's supposed to go to… Where was it, again?

Okay. I can do this.

You find yourself back in the very familiar greenroom. Which is odd, because Albin made this place sound huge. And it was - about ten minutes ago. But it seems those parts have been eaten, and this room might be next.

Hat's right though, you definitely came in a different way before. And you also think to yourself how odd some of the labels on the vending machine are. Something nobody else noticed. Something that might get you out of this mess.

Concentrate. Tell me what it says.

(STAIRS. UP. OUT. UP AND OUT. - 30%*)

That's right. Stairs. You push the button, and the vending machine dispenses an escape.

Pull the door shut behind you and nothing will follow you. I'm sure of it. Nothing.

The climb is long and dark.

The chatter from your friends, low and quiet.

Until you hear the roar of the ocean... the sound of distant wind, and...

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Unwritten, 4.8.23 “Love, Loved, Loving, Will Love, Yet To Be Loved, Lost"

The ticker in my is broken, I only tok I only talk I only walk away before I’ve spoken Before I’ve woken up from this nightmare At least in slumber you are here, amen I fear that waking kills you again Broken hands are still right twice, it isn’t fair It’s a wonder I keep proper tense Writing, waiting, just as tense Moving on feels like a blunder The you keep changing, at every glance Behind, ahead, I fear to blink Sternum drum to help me think My heart stops at every chance But maybe my tocker Is broken instead A figment is loose, inside of my head Smashed up and sent seaward with Davey Jones locker Mangled hands misread the time Did you walk away? Did I really say? All they seem to do is climb, climb, climb Rung by rung no ring is had Empty fingers, empty hands No choruses called, no struck up bands Onward, moving, past my olympiad

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Virginia Thistle: Megalomaniac

Title: Virginia Thistle: Megalomaniac

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Virginia Thistle: Megalomaniac

To: Blankety Blank-Blank “If there is the possibility of a stable society in the foreseeable future, we must eradicate the lowly and the useless. All of civil humanity and our survival depends upon it.” Amorously, Ed And To: All who skillfully craft Tome Stones, you all get my applause. Yet not one clap being spread my way, that wouldn’t be very nice but compose on my friends. It is what it is, but please read my works and give me some damn reviews. Alright.

Portion 1 Serving Virginia Thistle Megalomaniac

York, Angeland. 1600. A brief day of yore.

"Madness, I say! The circle of blindness cannot be reversed, it is permanent, malady, yet the Puritan must continue or be swept away by the forces of evil. Therefore we must leave the land of torture malaise and go abroad to see what we can see.” Said the Aislinn girl, a true B of a scrivener and an exhibitionist among the Anglo-Saxons.

The Danelaw held sway and dominated the Anglo, but they were losing the war against further tyranny by the brutally wicked Viking forces invading their land.

The blood of many cried out, "Fore shame!"

“I must remain and you must leave. If everything works out, then you stay, but if not you must return and deal with all of this hellish world of unrest. What you see here and hear here stays here! Hear? Is that clear?” Replied Stella, the distraught B Queen.

“Aye ma’lady.” Said the Aislinn girl nodding her head in compliance.

As the braggart left, the castle was attacked, and the queen and all within were killed by the Viking B known as Ghutra-Etta Doppelgänger, an unworthy lady pirate in masquerade, barely escaping the bloody battle.

Pretending to be a pauper she then climbed aboard the dragon ship, Derby Middlesex where the Anglo-Saxon exhibitionist stood alone. She begged the Captain for permission to sail with them to the elusive land of the Great Pacific Northwest. This would enable her to escape the hell in which she was caught.  

Not only did she know that her twin brother had also made his way to the Derby and had hidden in the cargo hold below deck. He had however collapsed from a wound caused by Iven the horrid, the Saxon clan leader who slaughtered the Viking clan in and around the palace of plenty. Many a Viking also fell that bloody day.

It has never happened before for a ship to allow a passenger of this uncouth girl's nature aboard manly vessels. However, for safety reasons, she was allowed to do so by free will! Little did they know that Ghutra-Etta, the Aislinn girl and attendant to Queen Stella was also aboard the Derby Middlesex to escape death's grasp.

The palace was ablaze along with the villages near and far. Not many lived, nor escaped, but those who did were among the fortunate few. The journey was slow to get underway, but soon they set sail into the unknown.

It may be their last sail since provisions weren’t enough for all aboard! The entire trip could take nearly a month of bleak abyssal moons hovering over both oceans to complete! With one set of sails on the day side and the other on the night side of hell itself. If they were to sink, they would be lost in two oceans forever! Not even halfway, many died of some unnatural ailment and were tossed overboard to fall prey to sharks and then Davey Jone’s locker in the abyss below them. History most often repeats itself. Does it not?

A Soul Sold and Snatched Away

… Therefore, beware, the shadow is stalking you dear one as we are in the Upper Pacific Northwest 1800s where the following events now take place. Be very aware!

The past passed, but brutality never died as time flew for those who survived, yet their memories last forever, while the majority of them are lost to time itself!

There, in the newly adopted township of the descendants of Doppelgänger and Ghutra-Etta, the Aislinn girl who'd mated to create yet another hideous foe from a long-gone history, now hides in the shadows of darkness that never seemed to change!

It has become a place where one is bought and sold as the property of another, yet condoned as a means of control.

They were no exception to be messed with, yet most turned a blind eye and continued about their merry way as if the despicable never existed.

"Girl! The beauty of your hind end entices me, and I am right behind you every step of the way. However, I place my hand on your shoulder ma'lady, but you, boy, be warned, I am straight and not queer like you seem to be. Therefore, lad if you touch me, you're dead meat, but if you're only reading this docx, just keep reading or I'll rip you apart and feed you to the hellhounds, hehe. Snort! Toot-toot! He! He! He! “ Said the taunt of Doppelgänger laying havoc within the tired mind’s eye of Mae Bell Thistle, who’d worked overtime and was beaten, itching with pain all over as if a contortionist.

"When we show love for what we have, we begin to think we have everything we need, but greedy people like you want more of everything they can get from both men and women, and even better than what even the very well-off have! Yes?" Said the night stalker.

“Jealous?” Asked the lone red-hot lady.

“Of you? No. Why should I be? You’re nobody special.” Replied the shadow.

“Well! I never! Humbuggers,” the shady lady snarled in disdain. Live life as if every day is a separate moment from life itself, live in the moment, and live in the country where the air is fresh. Get yourself a bit of brouhaha, make yourself an open pit fire, cook something good, bask in the desert sunshine, and forget your troubles. If you can. I’m hungry but get none.

The fact that one is special in every way makes one appear weird and awkward in statuesque wonder. It keeps one strong, bold, not particularly brave, but peculiar. However, it has the grace of a gazelle when walking hand in hand with the most unusual characters in society. Not that Mae was one of them.

“Who, me? Nah!” Mae told herself as she headed down the cobbled streets of nasty Ville.

“See you again tomorrow my dear hot lady red.” Said one of her peculiar patrons.

“It's my goal to present myself as a level-headed young lady who is always striving to help other young ladies develop into the woman I am. But my back, my aching back. Day in, day out. Night after night, same old thing, but it’s a living I reckon!” Mae told her mentor.

“These times are somewhat harsh, but one's attitude brings one to a mental state of not going insane in the whole process of just living and not worrying where their next meal will come from! You’ll be fine!” replied the eerie shadow in a dark corner.

“Sure I’m well-to-do, but does it matter if one is a poor or rich person like me? I hate the words: flaunting it or strutting yourself like a banty hen in a chicken house filled with roosters. People are so mean these days." Mae replied without any concern whatsoever. Yet she knew sooner or later she’d have to give up her chosen path and just be a ma’am, um, madame, and nothing more than that.

“I challenge any of these slimeballs to hit me with their sharp, sudden, and intentional strikes that leave welts from their bony fangs. Rattlesnakes. I will cut them in half, I will." Virginia said as she interrupted what was a private conversation between her nasty sister and some other not wishing to be seen.

“What do you think you’re doing Virginia? Now get lost will ya? Geesh. Can’t one have a brief private moment to herself?” Mae said scalding her immature meddling sister.

Having a prominent position in such a society as both Mae and Virginia was not all that unusual. Mae was nearing the top of her own food chain so to speak, yet she wanted some alone time even when not totally alone.

Virginia flocked to others just to gain social status and make as many friends as she could.

The mucks mixed and mingled with the mires of the country and nobody really seemed to care who was who, or so it looked like, anyway.

“Yea! Right. Hahaha. T-hehe-t-he. None deserve to be here. Rest assured, Mae, I will attend to that personally." Spoke the shadowy Doppelgänger of visions floating about.

“Yea! Right! You old buzzard! T-hehe-t-he!” Stated Mae.

“You are right my dear Mae, I am a Buzzard as well as a B-rit, uh, Brit, and can switch betwixt both any time I so want!” Said the one from long ago and far away. Perhaps even from below, where it's hell, you know. Even though this shadowy one has always screwed itself, it still gets what it wants atop another.

“Now get along little girl, and don’t come knocking at my door unless it’s absolutely vital. Got it!” Ghutra-Etta Doppelgänger demanded like the – whatever she, uh, maybe he, it was.

“Pretentious ghoul of 1600?” Blew the ocean mist.

“Maybe.” Replied the wild west wind crossing her path.

Despite the unforeseen, Virginia was once again heading down the lonely cumbersome road since she was too pooped to pop. Her essence waxed unaware of her newly determined environment, predestined through her sister, Mae!

She felt irritated, yet content, even though her shadows were close behind, following the same path, trailing her every move. Getting on with her life was a priority and nothing else mattered!

“No! No!” The lonely B-jeukerig arbiter of Bench called out, "Get off of me, creep! This setting is for humans, blast you." Said the lone Bencher while waiting for an unexpected patron of some kind to sit on its facing in anticipation of whatever might appear in the dark, expecting, penetrating heat, one of which that the night possessed! But to have something this awful plop its butt down and spread its stench all over was another thing the doting one hated. “Icky-pooh! Yuck-o! Barf… Gurgle! Gag! Gag! Cough! Ahchew!” Too late. The buzzard let loose! Pooh the size of cannon balls landed all over. The jiggly benched one gasped as emotions hit face first sending shivers throughout; from the top of his back to the souls of her peg-legged claw feet without warning! Eventually, the unsightly creature got up and flew off into the night to find something more to its liking. Carcass or freshly killed cadaver! It had no preference unless it was too old and too pooped to pop.

“Not visions of sugarplums dancing in one’s head, that’s too far-fetched. So get a life, will you?" replied the phantom shadowy twin, watching from an unusual position as the twin shadow had done his duty.

“I have been the stable one, not you, drifter. "Now beat it!" Roars the crippled Bencher of Wild Woods as she reaches the edge of night while the unfamiliar road stretches out before her. She was not one to be played with, but since she couldn’t move; what else could she do, but to comply. It was a cumbersome situation, and she had no choice but to remain idol. “What the blazes, somebody help me?” She cried out, now shivering with the stench of the Doppelgänger smeared all over her.

The comparison of a woman to an inanimate object is difficult for me to make. However, having such a shady lady of the night as a delicious snack was necessary for the sake of my own alter ego and not much more, since it comes after an unforgiving night of being left alone and unattended to by the park's only attendant, a none mate per se! I was not readily available and a willing participant to say the least!

Because the B-itchy benched arbiter was not tangible and had a wooden, um, leg, facing, and well, you know, she was ravaged by the buzzard and jeered by the shadow, but since the thing she was, was not tangible to herself nor others and only made of the stiff knobby branches, um, hardened knock-ers, uh, knots and buttholes of life, it was hacked out a long time ago by a lumberjack, who sold it to a wood smith to make a piece of furniture that was to be used for setting down when a lonely girl's weary legs and aching feet enhance the smoothness to encourage her to dress up or down as many are and sometimes do so that she can leave satisfied as well, and not use it as a beggars bed!

“Well! It may have peg legs but is unable to stand up and walk away anytime it wants. Even such a thing may have feelings, you know!” Said the breezy one passing by.

Although those who had it flaunted it, and strutted their high society stuff, while the pauper-ridden lowlanders wobbled merrily along, without a care in the world, having not one clue of what may come. The whatnots thought better of themselves and crapped all over the rest without a care in the world whether the cur and flea-ridden vermin survived or not!

No one seemed to ‘give a hoot in a holler’ as most country folks said hereabout and the well-off said not to make "Much Ado About Nothing", as old man Willie Shakespeare had long ago so noted.

If you're playing the first fiddle to any Folio, the plot usually revolves around two romantic pairings emerging from the opposite side of life. They come back together again on the other side. Such is life itself! But still, out here, life wasn’t as one thought it would be, and opposites never attracted one another, nor did most anybody else.

It wasn't unusual to see someone appear as something they weren’t or make a spectacle of themselves.

Meddlers Passing

There's a whole lot more to it than this, child. Go get this book before it comes to get you, today! Got it! Ed

[celestialmango]

Eclipse's crew:*sees a siren they feel like they've seen before*

A few of the crew:*makes a bet on it then has Eclipse come out to confirm*

Crew mate:" hey captain isn't that the funny siren we saw awhile ago"

Eclipse: "yes"

A crew mate in the background: * motions for some of the others to pay up*

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Old men on the crew weeks later after knowing the silly, friendly and innocent acting siren: "This is our cute sea grandchild, we've adopted them."

The younger crew members nervously: " What no, we haven't been playing around with the siren while on duty." (Yes they have, Eclipse isn't mad, just disappointed)

I should probably let you guys know now Eclipse's crew is made up of falsely accused, did crime for good reason, or was down on their luck men that got screwed over due to their kindness to others getting taken advantage of, both old and young he took aboard unlike Sun and Moon who got their crew members from any old port.

So Eclipse's crew is full of pretty nice humans that Eclipse doesn't have to use fear to keep in line. They don't care Eclipse isn't human, he got them out of bad or dire situations, saved some of their lives so they'll loyally follow their captain to Davey Jones locker if they must.

So that's why you're gonna see quite a bit of positive attention given to reader from the crew who has no idea what's going on, just that reader made lots of friends on the big boat they've been following around.