#had to modify the pattern to put the iridescent in there

[bluejaybytes]

Bitches love my homemade holo bomber jacket

[intoxicated-chan]

𝐎𝐥𝐝 𝐒𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐨𝐫❜𝐬 𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐞

Summary ➳ Ship after ship, wreck after wreck, Edward was growing tired of searching ships. But he wasn’t going to believe some superstition.  

(A/n) ➳ Honestly, it feels nice being back. I posted a preview on IG but I deicded to write it again because I had no idea what to do. Enjoy!! 

Word Count ➳ 525 

Content Warnings ➳ Female/Mermaid Reader, small mention of weapons, mentions of alcohol use...  

The water was heavy, pressing in on Edward from all sides as he swam deeper into the shipwreck. The sunlight seeped through the cracks in the hull, casting eerie patterns along the rotten wood. His lungs ached from being unable to catch another breath of air, but he pushed forward always, tired of the endless search for the medicine vials.  

Thatch had rolled his eyes at the idea, claiming there was another way. “A mermaid’s blood, lad.” He’d said, clutching the hilt of his sword tighter. “That’ll cure any man’s ailment faster than those damn bottles.”  

Edward had laughed, humoring the old pirate, but he hadn’t believed a word of it. Hornigold on the other hand, was eager and agreed to Thatch’s idea. Edward played along just enough to keep peace, but he knew better. 

Medicine was real. Mermaids were stories. 

Silly ones at that. He was at sea for many years and not once has he seen one, stories of them were always told by drunken sailors, unable to stand on their feet, let alone hold a pistol.  

He laughed them off, letting them believe what they wanted.  

You lingered near the coral, observing him for some time. You noticed him the moment when a large shadow cast over you, a ship, followed by a bell of some sorts, and him following right behind.  

You watched him come out of the ship and to a barrel that was dropped into the water, he was there for a moment before coming back down.  

Your eyes followed him as he pried open a chest, rummaging through its contents. Gold coils, rusted trinkets, and shining gemstones were pushed into his pockets.  

He was not the first to take from an ocean’s graveyard, but he was the first you decided to follow.  

The goods you watched him take slipped free, floating aimlessly away. For a second, you just watched, rather amused. You waited until his back was turned and then you darted forward, collecting the runaway goods.  

Edward leaned into a broken section of the ship, you placed them in a spot where he would see them. But just as you finished, he stirred, turning sharply. 

A flick of your tail sent you swimming away.  

He caught something in the corner of his eye, something shimmering and quick, making him tense up a little.  

A giant fish maybe? He thought twice when he searched the ship and caught another glimpse of that tail.  

Sparkly, glowing, iridescent too he realized. Too bright, too unnatural to be a simple fish.  

He swam out of the wreck, following you from a distance. You led him through a winding cave system where the water pushed him unpredictably. He struggled against the currents, determined not to lose sight of you, but after a while, you were gone.  

He surfaced in a pocket of air within the cave, gulping in oxygen before diving again. There was another part of the wreck when he came out of the cave, and after searching, he found a chest.  

And there, on top of a chest, sat a single jewel, one that he favored over the rest.  

© Intoxicated-Chan 2025, I do not allow my work to be copied, translated, modified, adapted, or put on any other platform without my permission.  

[spockandawe]

Here's a big project I've been sitting on! All That You Love Will Be Carried Away, by our very own @ceruleancynic! And a box, naturally, building boxes for books continues to bring me immense joy.

What we have here is not just the main fic, or the main series, but also All That You Love (The High Hope Remix) alt pov short fic by byzantienne, and, a detail that I was really excited to include: the initial comment exchange between these two fantastic authors of m the first fic in the series. Did I title that second little book 'all that you meet cute will be carried away' as a silly placeholder? Did I then get super attached and refuse to change it? Uh-

Hell yeah, I refuse to be dignified about any of my favorite hobbies!

But the real secret delight here was that I've been looking for the right opportunity to get weird with boxes. Peller boxes, hinged slipcases, yes, fine, but those are like the box version of my sixfold book adventure. I'm still shooting for some parallel to my fourteenfold book, I'm looking for a way to go completely off the rails. I have some ideas, but it's hard, finding a good large chonk and a small number of equally sized texts, which made a unified and complete set, AND which excited me to work with. That might sound unnecessarily picky, but I swear, there was a good reason for it!

Oh baby. Oh baby.

This worked out so perfectly. I wanted a large book at the center of things. And I wanted two small books oriented in a different direction, placed end to end, at its edge. And I got it! I didn't want to commit too early, and it would have been heartbreaking to fail, but once the big book was together, and the preliminary typesets for the two little books were almost identical? I just HAD to try.

Tumblr is already silencing me and refusing to let me attach as many images as I want, so for this post, let's talk about the main book a little! Cute little quarto bricks are my new FAVORITE favorite thing, as I'm sure you can guess from my archives, and this one was a dream to put together.

It had to be a three-quarter leather binding, naturally. And I was sitting on some gorgeous iridescent maroon paper for endpapers (no photos in this set, it refuses to photograph well, as is the way of pretty iridescent things). I spent some time agonizing over my other material, and whether to use two different marbled patterns, but I went with it in the end. The vibes were distinct enough but the palettes overlapped enough that I really enjoyed the effect. And with the northcott art of marbling fabrics (my beloved) I was able to use lines of symmetry to get some nice fussy cuts for the big book and the little ones. All of the books have leather endbands, matching the spine. And the big book has the big thick faux raised bands I tried out with my last svsss! I don't have enough pictures to show off all the book interiors, but I used this cover plate for the series and main fics within it.

And then, like I showed you above, I put it all together. Marbled paper and silk moire for covering the box, a lot of very tense wrangling of glued-up paper in very small spaces, and, at one point, carefully lowering glue-covered pieces of moire bookcloth down these little pits (walls already covered) using that tab in the front like the world's awkwardest elevator shaft. But the EFFECT!

I'm very, very pleased with myself, and delighted to have delivered this book to its new home. I've been absolutely VIBRATING with a desire to share, so! I can't be contained by tumblr's image limit. Hold on for two seconds (approx.) and I'm going to reblog this post with some wip pictures and more detail about how I worked this thing out and assembled this box and modified my initial design on the fly

[sartorialadventure]

My roommates just got back from a con in Philadelphia! Callie has always adored The Little Mermaid, and she got the chance to meet Jodi Benson, voice of the animated Ariel! @spark-of-jenius made her an entire costume. She got the sewing pattern, started putting it together, and realized that the pattern was sized wrong and the waist size was TWENTY INCHES off what it was supposed to be! But she’s such a good costumer that she managed to remake the pattern to make it all work and look amazing.

1. Callie with Jodi Benson and our friend ( @spark-of-jenius​ also modified the Elsa costume and made the magic effect she’s holding! More Elsa photos at the bottom of the post.) 2-3. Callie with other Ariels! 4. Wheelchair decor! Also by @spark-of-jenius​ 5. The full dress. Please note the slash-and-puff sleeves! 6. The underskirt. Iridescent fish scales, and a layer of gauzy iridescent bubbles overtop! 7. Lining of the sleeves. She just had to. lol 8. Embellishment 9. Painted and embellished shoes 10. Bejeweled dinglehopper!

More Elsa photos!

[pagingdoctorbedlam]

My final potion for @quirkyseastone ‘s “Brew a Love Potion” event is complete! Hope you’re ready for the fluffiest darn thing I’ve written for this fandom (and possibly ever).

Characters: Franky x Reader

Genre: Sci-Fi AU, Fluff

TW/CW: Mentions of loss/death

Inspiration: Kudos to “A Long Way to a Small Angry Planet” by Becky Chambers for inspiring this fic~

Word Count: 2.7k words

"Alright, we've successfully docked. Good job, crew." You sit up from the captain's chair and gaze out at the starport outside your window. It's been some time since you'd landed on one of the Sabaody Moons, but you've always found the view breathtaking. The moons are more tree than earth, and bubbles slowly float from the roots up toward the stars. While some of the moons are still hives of scum and villainy, others seem almost paradisiacal as beings from far-flung galaxies intermingled in the Sabaody ports.

Before you can get too far from the bridge, the intercom of the Thousand Sunny buzzes to life. It's Franky, the A.I. that runs your ship. "Hey Captain, can I nab a word with ya' before you go on shore leave?"

"Sure thing. Need me here, or down in the core room?"

"Core Room, if ya' don't mind. I've got a super new design to run by you." Though Franky works admirably as a ship A.I., he'd originally been coded to design ships, including the one he now ran, the 1000 Suns (colloquially the Thousand Sunny to you and your crew). Even though his focus is now centered on ship diagnostics and flight procedures, the A.I. still delights in crafting new machine schematics, and you have a rule that he needs your approval before he modifies the ship.

You wave off the rest of the bridge crew, and they're all too eager to touch solid ground again after months in space. You are too, but if Franky's waited this long to check on you, it's likely something for your ears only while the rest of the crew is offboard. You stride through the winding metal hallways that make up the ship's guts, flashing your clearance badge here and there until you are down in the deep bowels of the ship, close enough to the engines that you can hear the machinery thrumming as the ship went through cooldown procedures. It's familiar. You come down here more often than others would expect, enough that you've got a futon and blanket stashed nearby for nights you don't spend in your own cabin.

"Franky? Said you wanted to see me?" You call out as you entered the Core Room. The entire room is covered in segments of a giant computer, with retractable screens and limbs for interacting with others; all of this is Franky. In a way, you're standing in his brain, which is something you try not to think about too much. What catches your attention is that all the screens are down, a rarity when Franky has company.

"Sure do!" His voice echoes, but not from the speakers. "Got a surprise for you. Close your eyes a sec, alright Captain?"

"Franky..." You're sure no other ship A.I.s play games with their commanding officers, but then again, you've yet to meet an A.I. with half the personality Franky has. You close your eyes and cover them with your hands. "Alright, ready when you are."

You expect to hear wheels, a cart with some sort of prototype wheeling into the room. Instead there are footsteps, heavy and so in-sync that it borders on unnatural. Then a hand on your shoulder, warm and soft. Too curious to resist temptation, you open your eyes and peek through your fingers.

"Franky, is this...?"

"An android body? It sure is!" He spins you around and takes a step back so you can take in his full visage. He looks human for the most part, even if the muscles in his forearms are overemphasized and patches of metal poke out from his skin. Still, he has skin, the medical-grade sort often used for replacing lost flesh in humans, and hair that's sculpted into a bright blue pompadour. He must have borrowed clothes from someone in medical too, though he's only wearing a floral patterned shirt, sunglasses, and a speedo. You suppose he was too excited for the big reveal to finish getting dressed.

"You made this, Franky?"

"Yeah, alongside Dr. Chopper and the rest of the medical team, plus Usopp over in Engineering. Surprised none of 'em spilled the beans." He flexes to show off the musculature of his arms. "We'd talked about what happened to your last ship, and figured we should make me a back-up body in case I ever needed to leave the ship with you all. Not that I plan for anything to happen to the Sunny..."

"But better safe than sorry." You still miss Merry, your sweet A.I. lost with your previous ship. She and Franky would've gotten along well, you think. "It's a good plan, I approve."

"Excellent! Now I just need to take it for a spin, test it outside the ship. Seeing as we've docked for the time being..."

Ah. Now you see what he's getting it. Pretty sly, for an A.I. "As your Captain, I'll accompany you on your first excursion out on the spaceport, to make sure everything's in working order." You offer an arm. He raises an eyebrow. "Loop it with mine. Like this...there we go. Now let's get going, shall we?"

 Even among the strangest aliens, Franky stands out in his own way at the space docks. This is only partially due to his lack of pants: he claims this is because he designed his legs to vent most of the heat his body builds up, and you wouldn't want him to overheat and faint on his first outing, would you? No, he stands out because even though he's clearly an android, there's an excitement to him that would rival even the most starry-eyed space explorers.

"Would ya' take a look at this, Captain?" You'd expect to find Franky gawking at any number of the docked spaceships, and indeed he's gushed about many of them already. Instead, he directs your attention to one of the tree roots. A trail of iridescent beetles scurry up the bark, and overhead, a couple smaller Southbirds (rare here, likely escaped cargo from the planet Skypiea) call to each other as they watch the busy port below.

"Thought you'd studied all these, Franky." After all, he's a powerful computer who can research multiple ideas at once, and innately curious as any inventor tends to be. And he's asked you and the crew many, many questions about the world beyond his metal hull.

"Yeah, but no matter how advanced the notes and visuals might be, it doesn't compare with the real thing. I mean, look at 'em!" He points at one particular beetle as its shell reflects the lights of the spaceport back with an opalescent sheen. "Even if you could theoretically simulate all this on a computer, most wouldn't think to do so on their own. Out here, stuff just...happens."

You have never seen an A.I. quite so excited about life outside, but then again, you've never met an A.I. quite like Franky. "Yeah, I guess that is pretty exciting when you put it that way. Part of the wonders of space travel; you never quite know what's going to happen out here."

Then a realization hits your brain with the full-bodied force of a supernova. "Franky, you've spent so much time traveling through the stars, but have you ever actually seen them the way we do?"

Franky looks up at the sky overhead. "Hard to see 'em from up here, even if I zoom out my eyes to max. Watch this!" His eyes...actually telescope out of his head. That's a bit disturbing with how human he looks. "Figure that's due to light pollution, though. Pretty bright out here."

"Sure is." You offer your arm to him again. "Come with me; I'll show you how folks groundside go out to look at the stars."

 Years ago, you'd come out of the harshest space battle of your life. Your crew narrowly avoided becoming space dust, and after giving her all to save you, you lost Merry. The ship that had been with you since the beginning, the A.I. with the biggest heart you'd ever met. As her files corrupted and her hull fell apart, you'd honored her final wish and set her ablaze once you reached planetside, cremating her as one would a human. You still carry a vial of her ashes on a necklace, so you never forget what you've lost to get this far.

You'd wandered through the streets of the moon of Water 7 in a daze. Hadn't even paid attention where you went as the rest of the crew licked their wounds. Before you knew it, a robotic voice called out to you from the depths of a starship demolition yard.

"What's got you down, Captain? Can't be you're sad to be out among the stars!"

You'd blinked, not recognizing the source of the voice. But you called back, "I just lost someone important to my crew. My ship." You didn't care if most folks didn't see A.I.s as people. Merry had been more than a crewmate to you. She'd been a friend.

Even though the voice emanating from the demo-yard was auto-tuned monotone, it took on a warmer tone somehow. "I'm sorry to hear that. But you say you're looking for a ship? I might be able to help with that." A crackle of static. "And if you'd like, you can tell me about your lost pal. I can't bring 'em back for you...but I've heard that talking about these kinda' things helps."

"You don't even know who I am."

"No one does when they first meet, do they? Speaking of which, call me Franky."

Somehow, pouring your heart out to a stranger was easier than talking to your crewmates. You'd wandered into the heart of the scrapheaps and talked to the mysterious Franky, his voice surrounding you from so many static-filled speakers. You'd watched as overhead, he controlled cranes to start putting pieces of a mighty vessel together. He'd asked about your specifications, what you'd loved about Merry both as a ship and a friend. You'd cried. He did too. And when you'd asked how much the ship would cost, he said the only charge would be that he could come along.

You agreed willingly, overjoyed to have such a skilled shipwright onboard. It was only when you talked to the demo-yard owner that you learned that the person you'd poured your heart out to was an A.I.

That didn't stop you from doing so again once the Thousand Sunny was complete, and Franky took to his new home in his core room. You'd wander down into the depths of the Thousand Sunny whenever you needed a second opinion on the ship or a mission, and soon after that just to talk. You'd spent hours surrounded by the computer that served as Franky's brain for so long, talking and laughing just as you used to with Merry. Except, it was more than that with him. He wasn't just a friend, you'd realized over time. But you'd shoved those thoughts away. It was ludicrous, falling in love with an A.I. whose brain you could walk through, whose body was a starship you controlled with the push of a few buttons.

But now he has a body. You can squeeze his giant hand, and he squeezes back so softly as he gets used to his own strength. He smiles the way you always imagined he would, grinning with pearly white teeth and eyes that (literally) glow with joy.

He follows you with infinite curiosity as you weave through the Sabaody streets and gather supplies for your excursion. You ask about his body's capabilities and discover his fuel source is...astonishingly close to soda, so you pick up a few colas along with some food for you. Franky gets to carry a blanket hand-woven by the locals, and you catch him marveling at the texture when he thinks you aren't looking. Finally, you rent a small paddleboat to traverse the moon with, and a map that lays out the canals and waterways of this particular moon.

"You know, it'd be a lot faster if I rowed," Franky says, mouth quirked into a lopsided grin as your comparatively tiny arms pull the oars back and forth. It's amazingly, how perfectly imperfect he looks, more human than any other android you've seen even with all the metal bits.

"There's an old human adage about the journey being more important than the destination, Franky. Take in the experience."

You watch as his attention zeroes in along the waterways, eyes zooming in on every detail until they're pulled away to something new. You expect him to be interested in the flora and fauna, as opalescent leaves bigger than your boat stretch over the water to shade you from the encroaching moonlight and soft purple creatures vaguely reminiscent of otters circle your boat before chasing each other down the river. But the entire world is new to him, and you find him fascinated by even the dirt or the buzzing insects swarming your head.

"Aww, look. I think it likes me!" Franky lifts one giant finger, where a mosquito (why did those have to be a universal constant?) tries and fails at piercing his skin.

"It probably thinks you're human and is trying to suck your blood," you point out, as the bugs try to use you as a personal juicebox. This only gets Franky to smile. Must feel validating, having even nature recognize him for what he is in his heart.

It takes a bit more rowing, but you finally arrive at your destination. A small island, mostly shore, with a small field and a lone tree with leaves that glow silver in the moonlight. You dock the boat on the shore, then set up the blanket and food for a small picnic. You motion for Franky to sit with you, and can't help but laugh a little at the faces he makes when touching sand for the first time. Then you lay back on the blanket. Franky joins you, and his eyes go wide.

A ribbon of starlight glimmers overhead. Hundreds of constellations twinkle overhead. You'd ask if he knows any, but you keep quiet so you don't break his wonder-filled gaze.

His giant hand encases yours. "Space seems even bigger from here than it does when you're in the middle of it. I mean, look at all those stars! I read that you could see 'em from so far away, but seeing it in person..."

"This is what inspired me to go into space," you say. Your finger drifts up to the brightest star in the sky. "I'd look at that one and say, I'm going to go there someday! Didn't care how far away it was, or even what might be around it. Just wanted to head to the brightest star I could."

Franky narrows his gaze up at that star. "That's over eight light years away. Might take a bit, even with a warp drive like mine. But if that's where you wanna' go? I'll take you anywhere, Captain. Long as we're together, I'll explore every corner of the universe with you."

For a moment, both of you are quiet. The air fills with the gentle rhythm of the flowing water, the buzz of insects, bushes rustling as creatures move in the night. In the distance, the hum of a starship engine taking off from the port; you soon see its lights trail across the sky as it ascends back into that void above, the space that's so comforting because it holds planets and stars and spaceships and you and Franky all together in its embrace.

"I think this is the part where one of us says 'I love you'," Franky says softly.

You smile and squeeze his hand back. "You're such a romantic. But yeah, you're right. And I do. I love you."

"Love you too, Captain. And thanks. For, y'know, helping me be human."

"Franky, you've got more heart than most anyone I know. You're plenty human already. I'm just here to steer you steady. And I always will."

You pass the rest of the night watching the stars overhead. And for the captain and A.I. of a starship, you wouldn't have it any other way.

[zombieella]

Homebrew Items

I really appreciated all the advice I got about dishing out magical items, so I’d love your feedback on some homebrew items I’ve come up with. I dunno what rarity some should be, or if effects are too powerful/need caveats. 

Under a cut because so any of my players that follow me don’t spoil themselves on accident.

Credit and appreciation to @aw-dunk for helping me with wording and balancing on some of these!

I’m hoping to work out some sort of loose enchantment upgrading system, where enchantments can be refined, or restored to unleash their full potential. I don’t have a clear idea of what I want most of the upgrades to be, however.

Additionally, I’m playing with the idea of using material spell components to be expended with an enchantment to allow for a more powerful effect.

Zorp Orb

A core of incredibly small, intricate clockwork suspended in the center of an astrolabe. The coiled springs and ticking gears of the seem to undulate across its surface. The rings that freely rotate around the core each contain a differently colored iridescent lens-- like soap in a bubble wand-- that converge and pass between each other, seemingly without physical form. Brings a player missing from the session to a random place in an alternate plane to explore while the rest of the party continues to play.

Couples’ Rings (Upgrade)

A silver ring inlaid with tiny sapphires and diamonds in the pattern of a twisting wave, cresting to hold a modest sapphire. Shape water cantrip. 

Engraving on the inside: “Part the seas so that we may meet again.”

Partner ring is hammered bronze and copper, with a weathered look about it. Raw gems set into the band.

Engraving on the inside: “Cleave the mountains so that we may meet again.”

Wand of Druidcraft

Fashioned into a hair ornament from the wood of a dryad’s tree, the ever-blooming flowers never wilt. When attuned to this item, the user may use a command word to cast Druidcraft.

Amulet of Prestidigitation

Offered in the form of a hair comb, or a set of hairpins, these glass-studded decorations always catch the light in a charming manner. WHen attuned to this item, the user may use a command word to cast Prestidigitation.

Staff of Bees, it looks just like a large honey dipper (Material)

Creates a Swarm of Wasps that can be summoned as a bonus action and controlled as an action on the user’s turn. 

The user may expend one pint of honey (2sp) to summon a Giant Wasp on a bonus action and controlled as an action on the user’s turn.

Slippers of Waterwalking

Fine blue silk with embroidered with lily pads and dragonflies. In sunlight it's as if looking into a clear, shifting pond while the dragonfly wings appear to shimmer and move. When attuned to this item the user may move across any liquid surface at will.

Mage’s Favor

A barely translucent white bead wrapped in a runed gold band hung from a simple leather cord. As long as this item remains within 500 feet of you, you may remain attuned to it. Once per day, this item can deliver a spell you cast as if it had cast it. If the spell requires an attack roll, you use your attack modifier for the roll. Ranges are measure as originating on this item, but you must have line of sight for spells that require the target to be seen

Circlet of Night (Upgrade)

An iridescent green and purple gem is held by finely crafted obsidian bat wings that wrap around the wearer’s head. Attuned wearer may activate for 1hr of darkvision per day. (Upgrade to permanent.) 

Tanglefoot Cloak (Upgrade)

A cloak of tangled ivy and vines. Attuned user may speak the command word to make up to 10ft radius around them difficult terrain for one hour. This effect moves with the wearer. 4 uses, 1d4 recharge per day.

Sylvan Mantle

Cloak of nearly translucent earthy-colored linen, the lush vegetation beaded and embroidered into it seems to just barely cling to the shoulders of the wearer to float and flutter in the air of its own devices. Advantage on stealth checks in foliage. 4 uses 1d4 recharge per day for 12+dex unarmored ac for 1hr.

Old Officer’s Jacket

Beginning to get threadbare at the elbows, and the brass closures are beginning to dull, but this jacket still has an air of authority. +1 on Charisma checks, advantage on Intimidation checks.

Gilded Cage

Fantastically popular among the wealthy as messengers and companions, this item is available as an amulet, earring, or suspended from atop a wand or staff. It may be used to summon a small bird such as a sparrow or canary to act as a familiar. This item may be used as many times per day as the user’s INT mod.

Birdnest Circlet

Crafted of gold and copper this circlet holds three small oval agates. When the wearer of this circlet casts a spell of first level or higher (up to third level,) the spell is recorded within the circlet, storing one charge per spell slot. Upon 3 charges, the user may choose to activate the circlet, casting all stored spells at once without expending any spell slots. Spells without viable targets fail. The agates then crack superficially, and this effect cannot be used until the enchantment is restored.

Amulet of... Fidget Spinner

Three enameled wings rotate freely around a blown glass eye. Attuned user gains +1 to concentration checks.

Hunter’s Fishing Rod

A weathered but sturdy fishing rod. Attuned user may use this item as a grappling hook and a 1d6 light slapping weapon. Advantage on fishing checks.

Dunkleosteus Helmet (Upgrade?)

The bony, fossilized skullplates of an ancient beast. Put it on your head!

Either “As a reaction, you gain resistance to the next type of damage you would take. One use per day.” OR “If you would suffer a critical hit, it becomes a normal hit instead. Any effects triggered by a critical hit are canceled. Upon using this effect, the enchantment fades and must be restored.”

Possibly an upgrade item, probably part of a bone/fossil set.

Enchanted Cocoon (Upgrade)

A silvery cocoon that glows in the moonlight. After 1d6 days hatches into a caterpillar familiar. The owner of this item can raise this caterpillar into a moth or butterfly that’s fey in nature. Upgrade into a flying mount.

The Hag’s Spoon

An old spoon still wet with blood after all these years, the sound of bones breaking still in the wood. 1d4 light club. Trolls that can see this weapon must make a DC 10 wisdom save or be Frightened for 1min. Strikes with this weapon prevent troll regeneration for one turn.

The Songsmith (Upgrade?)

This weapon releases a fragment of an ancient song when used in battle or channeled for 1min. Before the user’s next short or long rest this weapon may grant one use of bardic inspiration to the user. 

And I haven’t statted them out yet but I’m considering a series of rare items that grant the first/second level abilities of each class-- kind of like how the Magic Initiate feat gives a first level spell and 2 cantrips? Definitely a work in progress since anybody having a use of action surge/second wind is REALLY good.....

But let me know what you think! I want these to feel intuitive but I can’t seem to word them more clearly!