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This is how the golden age of piracy ended.
The first mermaid to get tattoos :)


“we didn’t know any better,” the crewman says, and swallows, presenting the chest to the captain. “what do we do now?”
“kill it,” the captain says, but the ice is melting in his eyes.
“we can’t,” the first mate says desperately, praying she won’t have to fight her captain on this. “we can’t. we - i won’t. we won’t.”
“i know.”
x
“daddy,” she says, floating in a tub of seawater in the hold, “daddy, la-la, la-la-la.”
her voice rings like bells. her accent is strange; her mouth isn’t made for human words. it mesmerises even the hardiest amongst them and she wasn’t even trying. the crew has taken to diving for shellfish near the shorelines for her; she loves them, splitting the shells apart with strength seen in no human toddler, slurping down the slimy molluscs inside and laughing, all plump brown cheeks and needle-sharp teeth. she sometimes splashes them for fun with her smooth, rubbery brown tail. even when they get soaked they laugh. they love her.
“daddy,” she calls again, and he can hear the worry in her voice. the storm rocking the ship is harsh and uncaring, and if they go down, she would be the only survivor.
“don’t worry,” he says, and goes over, sitting next to the tub. the first mate, leaning against the wall, pretends not to notice as he quietly begins to sing.
x
“father,” she says, one day, as she leans on the edge of the dock and the captain sits next to her, “why am I here?”
“your mother abandoned you,” he says, as he always has. “we found you adrift, and couldn’t bear to leave you there.”
she picks at the salt-soaked boards, uncertain. her hair is pulled back in a fluffy black puff, the white linen holding it slipping almost over one of her dark eyes. one of her first tattoos, a many-limbed kraken, curls over her right shoulder and down her arm, delicate tendrils wrapped around her calloused fingertips. “alright,” she says.
x
“why am I really here?” she asks the first mate, watching the sun set over the water in streaks of liquid metal that pooled in the troughs of the waves and glittered on the seafoam.
“we didn’t know any better,” the first mate says, staring into the water. “we didn’t know- we didn’t know anything. we didn’t understand why she fought so viciously to guard her treasure. we could not know she protected something a thousand times more precious than the purest gold.”
she wants to be furious, but she can’t. she already knew the answer, from reading the guilt in her father’s eyes and the empty space in her own history. and she can’t hate her family.
“it’s alright,” she says. “i do have a family, anyways. i don’t think i would have liked my other life near as much.”
x
her kraken grows, spreading its tendrils over her torso and arms. she grows too, too large to come on board the ship without being hauled up in a boat from the water. she sings when the storms come and swims before the ship to guide it to safety. she fights off more than one beast of the seas, and gathers a set of scars across her back that she bears with pride. “i don’t mind,” she says, when the captain fusses over her, “now i match all of you.”
the first time their ship is threatened, really threatened, is by another fleet. a friend turned enemy of the first mate. “we shouldn’t fight him,” she says, peering through the spyglass.
“why not?” the mermaid asks.
“he’ll win,” the first mate says.
the mermaid tips her head sideways. Her eyes, dark as the deep waters, gleam in the noon light. “are you sure?” she asks.
x
the enemy fleet surrenders after the flagship is sunk in the night, the anchor ripped off the ship and the planks torn off the hull. the surviving crew, wild-eyed and delirious, whimper and say a sea serpent came from the water and attacked them, say it was longer than the boat and crushed it in its coils. the first mate hears this and has to hide her laughter. the captain apologizes to his daughter for doubting her.
“don’t worry,” she says, with a bright laugh, “it was fun.”
x
the second time, they are pushed by a storm into a royal fleet. they can’t possibly fight them, and they don’t have the time to escape.
“let me up,” the mermaid urges, surfacing starboard and shouting to the crew. “bring me up, quickly, quickly.”
they lower the boat and she piles her sinous form into it, and uses her claws to help the crew pull her up. once on the deck she flops out of the boat and makes her way over to the bow. the crew tries to help but she’s so heavy they can barely lift parts of her.
she crawls up out in front of the rail and wraps her long webbed tail around the prow. the figurehead has served them well so far but they need more right now. she wraps herself around the figurehead and raises her body up into the wind takes a breath of the stinging salt air and sings.
the storm carries her voice on its front to the royal navy. they are enchanted, so stunned by her song that they drop the rigging ropes and let the tillers drift. the pirates sail through the center of the fleet, trailing the storm behind them, and by the time the fleet has managed to regain its senses they are buried in wind and rain and the pirates are gone.
x
she declines guns. instead she carries a harpoon and its launcher, and uses them to board enemy ships, hauling her massive form out of the water to coil on the deck and dispatch enemies with ruthless efficiency. her family is feared across all the sea.
x
“you know we are dying,” the captain says, looking down at her.
she floats next to the ship, so massive she could hold it in her arms. her eyes are wise.
“i know,” she says, “i can feel it coming.”
the first mate stands next to the captain. she never had a lover or a child, and neither did he, but to the mermaid they are her parents. she will always love her daughter. the tattoos are graven in dark swirls across the mermaid’s deep brown skin and the flesh of her tail, even spiraling onto the spiked webbing on her spine and face. her hair is still tied back, this time with a sail that could not be patched one last time. 
“we love you,” the first mate says simply, looking down. her own tightly coiled black hair falls in to her face; she shakes the locs out of the way and smiles through her tears. the captain pretends he isnt crying either.
“i love you too,” the mermaid says, and reached up to pull the ship down just a bit, just to hold them one last time.
“guard the ship,” the captain says. “you always have but you know they’re lost without you.”
“without you,” the mermaid corrects, with a shrug that makes waves. “what will we do?”
“i don’t know,” the captain says. “but you’ll help them, won’t you?”
“of course i will,” she scoffs, rolling her eyes. “i will always protect my family.”
x
the captain and the first mate are gone. the ship has a new captain, young and fearless - of the things she can afford to disregard. she fears and loves the ocean, as all captains do. she does not fear the royal fleet. and she does not fear the mermaid.
“you know, i heard stories about you when i was a little girl,” she says, trailing her fingers in the water next to the dock.
the mermaid stares at her with one eye the size of a dinner table. “is that so?” she hums, smirking with teeth sharper than the swords of the entire navy.
“they said you could sink an entire fleet and that you had skin tougher than dragon scales,” the new captain says, grinning right back at the monster who could eat her without a moment’s hesitation. “i always thought they were telling tall tales.”
“and now?”
“they were right,” the new captain says. “how did they ever befriend you?”
the mermaid smiles, fully this time, her dark eyes gleaming under the white linen sail. “they didn’t know any better.”

She protects her family.

Hi everybody! Guess what’s being posted on AO3 now at the following link!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/22498384/chapters/53760817
That’s right! Here you go. I’ll be uploading it in some chunks, because I want to make sure I have everything I wanted edited cleanly finished, but follow the story there!




HEY GUYS GUESS WHATS BACK ON THE DASHBOARD AND BETTER THAN EVER
: cereusblue:
unnameablethings:


dragonsateyourtoast:

redporkpadthai:

dragonsateyourtoast:

otherwindow:

otherwindow:
This is how the golden age of piracy ended.
The first mermaid to get tattoos :)


“we didn’t know any better,” the crewman says, and swallows, presenting the chest to the captain. “what do we do now?”
“kill it,” the captain says, but the ice is melting in his eyes.
“we can’t,” the first mate says desperately, praying she won’t have to fight her captain on this. “we can’t. we - i won’t. we won’t.”
“i know.”
x
“daddy,” she says, floating in a tub of seawater in the hold, “daddy, la-la, la-la-la.”
her voice rings like bells. her accent is strange; her mouth isn’t made for human words. it mesmerises even the hardiest amongst them and she wasn’t even trying. the crew has taken to diving for shellfish near the shorelines for her; she loves them, splitting the shells apart with strength seen in no human toddler, slurping down the slimy molluscs inside and laughing, all plump brown cheeks and needle-sharp teeth. she sometimes splashes them for fun with her smooth, rubbery brown tail. even when they get soaked they laugh. they love her.
“daddy,” she calls again, and he can hear the worry in her voice. the storm rocking the ship is harsh and uncaring, and if they go down, she would be the only survivor.
“don’t worry,” he says, and goes over, sitting next to the tub. the first mate, leaning against the wall, pretends not to notice as he quietly begins to sing.
x
“father,” she says, one day, as she leans on the edge of the dock and the captain sits next to her, “why am I here?”
“your mother abandoned you,” he says, as he always has. “we found you adrift, and couldn’t bear to leave you there.”
she picks at the salt-soaked boards, uncertain. her hair is pulled back in a fluffy black puff, the white linen holding it slipping almost over one of her dark eyes. one of her first tattoos, a many-limbed kraken, curls over her right shoulder and down her arm, delicate tendrils wrapped around her calloused fingertips. “alright,” she says.
x
“why am I really here?” she asks the first mate, watching the sun set over the water in streaks of liquid metal that pooled in the troughs of the waves and glittered on the seafoam.
“we didn’t know any better,” the first mate says, staring into the water. “we didn’t know- we didn’t know anything. we didn’t understand why she fought so viciously to guard her treasure. we could not know she protected something a thousand times more precious than the purest gold.”
she wants to be furious, but she can’t. she already knew the answer, from reading the guilt in her father’s eyes and the empty space in her own history. and she can’t hate her family.
“it’s alright,” she says. “i do have a family, anyways. i don’t think i would have liked my other life near as much.”
x
her kraken grows, spreading its tendrils over her torso and arms. she grows too, too large to come on board the ship without being hauled up in a boat from the water. she sings when the storms come and swims before the ship to guide it to safety. she fights off more than one beast of the seas, and gathers a set of scars across her back that she bears with pride. “i don’t mind,” she says, when the captain fusses over her, “now i match all of you.”
the first time their ship is threatened, really threatened, is by another fleet. a friend turned enemy of the first mate. “we shouldn’t fight him,” she says, peering through the spyglass.
“why not?” the mermaid asks.
“he’ll win,” the first mate says.
the mermaid tips her head sideways. Her eyes, dark as the deep waters, gleam in the noon light. “are you sure?” she asks.
x
the enemy fleet surrenders after the flagship is sunk in the night, the anchor ripped off the ship and the planks torn off the hull. the surviving crew, wild-eyed and delirious, whimper and say a sea serpent came from the water and attacked them, say it was longer than the boat and crushed it in its coils. the first mate hears this and has to hide her laughter. the captain apologizes to his daughter for doubting her.
“don’t worry,” she says, with a bright laugh, “it was fun.”
x
the second time, they are pushed by a storm into a royal fleet. they can’t possibly fight them, and they don’t have the time to escape.
“let me up,” the mermaid urges, surfacing starboard and shouting to the crew. “bring me up, quickly, quickly.”
they lower the boat and she piles her sinous form into it, and uses her claws to help the crew pull her up. once on the deck she flops out of the boat and makes her way over to the bow. the crew tries to help but she’s so heavy they can barely lift parts of her.
she crawls up out in front of the rail and wraps her long webbed tail around the prow. the figurehead has served them well so far but they need more right now. she wraps herself around the figurehead and raises her body up into the wind takes a breath of the stinging salt air and sings.
the storm carries her voice on its front to the royal navy. they are enchanted, so stunned by her song that they drop the rigging ropes and let the tillers drift. the pirates sail through the center of the fleet, trailing the storm behind them, and by the time the fleet has managed to regain its senses they are buried in wind and rain and the pirates are gone.
x
she declines guns. instead she carries a harpoon and its launcher, and uses them to board enemy ships, hauling her massive form out of the water to coil on the deck and dispatch enemies with ruthless efficiency. her family is feared across all the sea.
x
“you know we are dying,” the captain says, looking down at her.
she floats next to the ship, so massive she could hold it in her arms. her eyes are wise.
“i know,” she says, “i can feel it coming.”
the first mate stands next to the captain. she never had a lover or a child, and neither did he, but to the mermaid they are her parents. she will always love her daughter. the tattoos are graven in dark swirls across the mermaid’s deep brown skin and the flesh of her tail, even spiraling onto the spiked webbing on her spine and face. her hair is still tied back, this time with a sail that could not be patched one last time. 
“we love you,” the first mate says simply, looking down. her own tightly coiled black hair falls in to her face; she shakes the locs out of the way and smiles through her tears. the captain pretends he isnt crying either.
“i love you too,” the mermaid says, and reached up to pull the ship down just a bit, just to hold them one last time.
“guard the ship,” the captain says. “you always have but you know they’re lost without you.”
“without you,” the mermaid corrects, with a shrug that makes waves. “what will we do?”
“i don’t know,” the captain says. “but you’ll help them, won’t you?”
“of course i will,” she scoffs, rolling her eyes. “i will always protect my family.”
x
the captain and the first mate are gone. the ship has a new captain, young and fearless - of the things she can afford to disregard. she fears and loves the ocean, as all captains do. she does not fear the royal fleet. and she does not fear the mermaid.
“you know, i heard stories about you when i was a little girl,” she says, trailing her fingers in the water next to the dock.
the mermaid stares at her with one eye the size of a dinner table. “is that so?” she hums, smirking with teeth sharper than the swords of the entire navy.
“they said you could sink an entire fleet and that you had skin tougher than dragon scales,” the new captain says, grinning right back at the monster who could eat her without a moment’s hesitation. “i always thought they were telling tall tales.”
“and now?”
“they were right,” the new captain says. “how did they ever befriend you?”
the mermaid smiles, fully this time, her dark eyes gleaming under the white linen sail. “they didn’t know any better.”

She protects her family.

Hi everybody! Guess what’s being posted on AO3 now at the following link!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/22498384/chapters/53760817
That’s right! Here you go. I’ll be uploading it in some chunks, because I want to make sure I have everything I wanted edited cleanly finished, but follow the story there!




HEY GUYS GUESS WHATS BACK ON THE DASHBOARD AND BETTER THAN EVER

        

            
            

                
                
                    cereusblue:
unnameablethings:


dragonsateyourtoast:

redporkpadthai:

dragonsateyourtoast:

otherwindow:

otherwindow:
This is how the golden age of piracy ended.
The first mermaid to get tattoos :)


“we didn’t know any better,” the crewman says, and swallows, presenting the chest to the captain. “what do we do now?”
“kill it,” the captain says, but the ice is melting in his eyes.
“we can’t,” the first mate says desperately, praying she won’t have to fight her captain on this. “we can’t. we - i won’t. we won’t.”
“i know.”
x
“daddy,” she says, floating in a tub of seawater in the hold, “daddy, la-la, la-la-la.”
her voice rings like bells. her accent is strange; her mouth isn’t made for human words. it mesmerises even the hardiest amongst them and she wasn’t even trying. the crew has taken to diving for shellfish near the shorelines for her; she loves them, splitting the shells apart with strength seen in no human toddler, slurping down the slimy molluscs inside and laughing, all plump brown cheeks and needle-sharp teeth. she sometimes splashes them for fun with her smooth, rubbery brown tail. even when they get soaked they laugh. they love her.
“daddy,” she calls again, and he can hear the worry in her voice. the storm rocking the ship is harsh and uncaring, and if they go down, she would be the only survivor.
“don’t worry,” he says, and goes over, sitting next to the tub. the first mate, leaning against the wall, pretends not to notice as he quietly begins to sing.
x
“father,” she says, one day, as she leans on the edge of the dock and the captain sits next to her, “why am I here?”
“your mother abandoned you,” he says, as he always has. “we found you adrift, and couldn’t bear to leave you there.”
she picks at the salt-soaked boards, uncertain. her hair is pulled back in a fluffy black puff, the white linen holding it slipping almost over one of her dark eyes. one of her first tattoos, a many-limbed kraken, curls over her right shoulder and down her arm, delicate tendrils wrapped around her calloused fingertips. “alright,” she says.
x
“why am I really here?” she asks the first mate, watching the sun set over the water in streaks of liquid metal that pooled in the troughs of the waves and glittered on the seafoam.
“we didn’t know any better,” the first mate says, staring into the water. “we didn’t know- we didn’t know anything. we didn’t understand why she fought so viciously to guard her treasure. we could not know she protected something a thousand times more precious than the purest gold.”
she wants to be furious, but she can’t. she already knew the answer, from reading the guilt in her father’s eyes and the empty space in her own history. and she can’t hate her family.
“it’s alright,” she says. “i do have a family, anyways. i don’t think i would have liked my other life near as much.”
x
her kraken grows, spreading its tendrils over her torso and arms. she grows too, too large to come on board the ship without being hauled up in a boat from the water. she sings when the storms come and swims before the ship to guide it to safety. she fights off more than one beast of the seas, and gathers a set of scars across her back that she bears with pride. “i don’t mind,” she says, when the captain fusses over her, “now i match all of you.”
the first time their ship is threatened, really threatened, is by another fleet. a friend turned enemy of the first mate. “we shouldn’t fight him,” she says, peering through the spyglass.
“why not?” the mermaid asks.
“he’ll win,” the first mate says.
the mermaid tips her head sideways. Her eyes, dark as the deep waters, gleam in the noon light. “are you sure?” she asks.
x
the enemy fleet surrenders after the flagship is sunk in the night, the anchor ripped off the ship and the planks torn off the hull. the surviving crew, wild-eyed and delirious, whimper and say a sea serpent came from the water and attacked them, say it was longer than the boat and crushed it in its coils. the first mate hears this and has to hide her laughter. the captain apologizes to his daughter for doubting her.
“don’t worry,” she says, with a bright laugh, “it was fun.”
x
the second time, they are pushed by a storm into a royal fleet. they can’t possibly fight them, and they don’t have the time to escape.
“let me up,” the mermaid urges, surfacing starboard and shouting to the crew. “bring me up, quickly, quickly.”
they lower the boat and she piles her sinous form into it, and uses her claws to help the crew pull her up. once on the deck she flops out of the boat and makes her way over to the bow. the crew tries to help but she’s so heavy they can barely lift parts of her.
she crawls up out in front of the rail and wraps her long webbed tail around the prow. the figurehead has served them well so far but they need more right now. she wraps herself around the figurehead and raises her body up into the wind takes a breath of the stinging salt air and sings.
the storm carries her voice on its front to the royal navy. they are enchanted, so stunned by her song that they drop the rigging ropes and let the tillers drift. the pirates sail through the center of the fleet, trailing the storm behind them, and by the time the fleet has managed to regain its senses they are buried in wind and rain and the pirates are gone.
x
she declines guns. instead she carries a harpoon and its launcher, and uses them to board enemy ships, hauling her massive form out of the water to coil on the deck and dispatch enemies with ruthless efficiency. her family is feared across all the sea.
x
“you know we are dying,” the captain says, looking down at her.
she floats next to the ship, so massive she could hold it in her arms. her eyes are wise.
“i know,” she says, “i can feel it coming.”
the first mate stands next to the captain. she never had a lover or a child, and neither did he, but to the mermaid they are her parents. she will always love her daughter. the tattoos are graven in dark swirls across the mermaid’s deep brown skin and the flesh of her tail, even spiraling onto the spiked webbing on her spine and face. her hair is still tied back, this time with a sail that could not be patched one last time. 
“we love you,” the first mate says simply, looking down. her own tightly coiled black hair falls in to her face; she shakes the locs out of the way and smiles through her tears. the captain pretends he isnt crying either.
“i love you too,” the mermaid says, and reached up to pull the ship down just a bit, just to hold them one last time.
“guard the ship,” the captain says. “you always have but you know they’re lost without you.”
“without you,” the mermaid corrects, with a shrug that makes waves. “what will we do?”
“i don’t know,” the captain says. “but you’ll help them, won’t you?”
“of course i will,” she scoffs, rolling her eyes. “i will always protect my family.”
x
the captain and the first mate are gone. the ship has a new captain, young and fearless - of the things she can afford to disregard. she fears and loves the ocean, as all captains do. she does not fear the royal fleet. and she does not fear the mermaid.
“you know, i heard stories about you when i was a little girl,” she says, trailing her fingers in the water next to the dock.
the mermaid stares at her with one eye the size of a dinner table. “is that so?” she hums, smirking with teeth sharper than the swords of the entire navy.
“they said you could sink an entire fleet and that you had skin tougher than dragon scales,” the new captain says, grinning right back at the monster who could eat her without a moment’s hesitation. “i always thought they were telling tall tales.”
“and now?”
“they were right,” the new captain says. “how did they ever befriend you?”
the mermaid smiles, fully this time, her dark eyes gleaming under the white linen sail. “they didn’t know any better.”

She protects her family.

Hi everybody! Guess what’s being posted on AO3 now at the following link!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/22498384/chapters/53760817
That’s right! Here you go. I’ll be uploading it in some chunks, because I want to make sure I have everything I wanted edited cleanly finished, but follow the story there!




HEY GUYS GUESS WHATS BACK ON THE DASHBOARD AND BETTER THAN EVER
: cereusblue:
unnameablethings:


dragonsateyourtoast:

redporkpadthai:

dragonsateyourtoast:

otherwindow:

otherwindow:
This is how the golden age of piracy ended.
The first mermaid to get tattoos :)


“we didn’t know any better,” the crewman says, and swallows, presenting the chest to the captain. “what do we do now?”
“kill it,” the captain says, but the ice is melting in his eyes.
“we can’t,” the first mate says desperately, praying she won’t have to fight her captain on this. “we can’t. we - i won’t. we won’t.”
“i know.”
x
“daddy,” she says, floating in a tub of seawater in the hold, “daddy, la-la, la-la-la.”
her voice rings like bells. her accent is strange; her mouth isn’t made for human words. it mesmerises even the hardiest amongst them and she wasn’t even trying. the crew has taken to diving for shellfish near the shorelines for her; she loves them, splitting the shells apart with strength seen in no human toddler, slurping down the slimy molluscs inside and laughing, all plump brown cheeks and needle-sharp teeth. she sometimes splashes them for fun with her smooth, rubbery brown tail. even when they get soaked they laugh. they love her.
“daddy,” she calls again, and he can hear the worry in her voice. the storm rocking the ship is harsh and uncaring, and if they go down, she would be the only survivor.
“don’t worry,” he says, and goes over, sitting next to the tub. the first mate, leaning against the wall, pretends not to notice as he quietly begins to sing.
x
“father,” she says, one day, as she leans on the edge of the dock and the captain sits next to her, “why am I here?”
“your mother abandoned you,” he says, as he always has. “we found you adrift, and couldn’t bear to leave you there.”
she picks at the salt-soaked boards, uncertain. her hair is pulled back in a fluffy black puff, the white linen holding it slipping almost over one of her dark eyes. one of her first tattoos, a many-limbed kraken, curls over her right shoulder and down her arm, delicate tendrils wrapped around her calloused fingertips. “alright,” she says.
x
“why am I really here?” she asks the first mate, watching the sun set over the water in streaks of liquid metal that pooled in the troughs of the waves and glittered on the seafoam.
“we didn’t know any better,” the first mate says, staring into the water. “we didn’t know- we didn’t know anything. we didn’t understand why she fought so viciously to guard her treasure. we could not know she protected something a thousand times more precious than the purest gold.”
she wants to be furious, but she can’t. she already knew the answer, from reading the guilt in her father’s eyes and the empty space in her own history. and she can’t hate her family.
“it’s alright,” she says. “i do have a family, anyways. i don’t think i would have liked my other life near as much.”
x
her kraken grows, spreading its tendrils over her torso and arms. she grows too, too large to come on board the ship without being hauled up in a boat from the water. she sings when the storms come and swims before the ship to guide it to safety. she fights off more than one beast of the seas, and gathers a set of scars across her back that she bears with pride. “i don’t mind,” she says, when the captain fusses over her, “now i match all of you.”
the first time their ship is threatened, really threatened, is by another fleet. a friend turned enemy of the first mate. “we shouldn’t fight him,” she says, peering through the spyglass.
“why not?” the mermaid asks.
“he’ll win,” the first mate says.
the mermaid tips her head sideways. Her eyes, dark as the deep waters, gleam in the noon light. “are you sure?” she asks.
x
the enemy fleet surrenders after the flagship is sunk in the night, the anchor ripped off the ship and the planks torn off the hull. the surviving crew, wild-eyed and delirious, whimper and say a sea serpent came from the water and attacked them, say it was longer than the boat and crushed it in its coils. the first mate hears this and has to hide her laughter. the captain apologizes to his daughter for doubting her.
“don’t worry,” she says, with a bright laugh, “it was fun.”
x
the second time, they are pushed by a storm into a royal fleet. they can’t possibly fight them, and they don’t have the time to escape.
“let me up,” the mermaid urges, surfacing starboard and shouting to the crew. “bring me up, quickly, quickly.”
they lower the boat and she piles her sinous form into it, and uses her claws to help the crew pull her up. once on the deck she flops out of the boat and makes her way over to the bow. the crew tries to help but she’s so heavy they can barely lift parts of her.
she crawls up out in front of the rail and wraps her long webbed tail around the prow. the figurehead has served them well so far but they need more right now. she wraps herself around the figurehead and raises her body up into the wind takes a breath of the stinging salt air and sings.
the storm carries her voice on its front to the royal navy. they are enchanted, so stunned by her song that they drop the rigging ropes and let the tillers drift. the pirates sail through the center of the fleet, trailing the storm behind them, and by the time the fleet has managed to regain its senses they are buried in wind and rain and the pirates are gone.
x
she declines guns. instead she carries a harpoon and its launcher, and uses them to board enemy ships, hauling her massive form out of the water to coil on the deck and dispatch enemies with ruthless efficiency. her family is feared across all the sea.
x
“you know we are dying,” the captain says, looking down at her.
she floats next to the ship, so massive she could hold it in her arms. her eyes are wise.
“i know,” she says, “i can feel it coming.”
the first mate stands next to the captain. she never had a lover or a child, and neither did he, but to the mermaid they are her parents. she will always love her daughter. the tattoos are graven in dark swirls across the mermaid’s deep brown skin and the flesh of her tail, even spiraling onto the spiked webbing on her spine and face. her hair is still tied back, this time with a sail that could not be patched one last time. 
“we love you,” the first mate says simply, looking down. her own tightly coiled black hair falls in to her face; she shakes the locs out of the way and smiles through her tears. the captain pretends he isnt crying either.
“i love you too,” the mermaid says, and reached up to pull the ship down just a bit, just to hold them one last time.
“guard the ship,” the captain says. “you always have but you know they’re lost without you.”
“without you,” the mermaid corrects, with a shrug that makes waves. “what will we do?”
“i don’t know,” the captain says. “but you’ll help them, won’t you?”
“of course i will,” she scoffs, rolling her eyes. “i will always protect my family.”
x
the captain and the first mate are gone. the ship has a new captain, young and fearless - of the things she can afford to disregard. she fears and loves the ocean, as all captains do. she does not fear the royal fleet. and she does not fear the mermaid.
“you know, i heard stories about you when i was a little girl,” she says, trailing her fingers in the water next to the dock.
the mermaid stares at her with one eye the size of a dinner table. “is that so?” she hums, smirking with teeth sharper than the swords of the entire navy.
“they said you could sink an entire fleet and that you had skin tougher than dragon scales,” the new captain says, grinning right back at the monster who could eat her without a moment’s hesitation. “i always thought they were telling tall tales.”
“and now?”
“they were right,” the new captain says. “how did they ever befriend you?”
the mermaid smiles, fully this time, her dark eyes gleaming under the white linen sail. “they didn’t know any better.”

She protects her family.

Hi everybody! Guess what’s being posted on AO3 now at the following link!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/22498384/chapters/53760817
That’s right! Here you go. I’ll be uploading it in some chunks, because I want to make sure I have everything I wanted edited cleanly finished, but follow the story there!




HEY GUYS GUESS WHATS BACK ON THE DASHBOARD AND BETTER THAN EVER

                    
                
            

            
                
                
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this is the most romantic thing i’ve seen all day

No shit. That tom cat was like:
“This thorn invested wall means nothing.”
“I will gladly walk on it a thousand times over, if that means I could be with you, my lady.”
and the lady cat was all:
“My brave darling.”
OOOPS MY HAND SLIPPED!!

Suddenly my muse insisted me to draw the personification version of the last pic, and who am I to reject inspiration when it comes so willingly to me? At least this will help with the artblock issue I currently have to deal with.
Russian imperial era inspired because hot damn.
Note: I tried google reverse image (and other reverse image search engines) those photos and came up with nothing. I wish I knew the original photographer because I want to love hug him/her so hard for capturing such inspiring moments.

OMG that’s the cutest thing ever and the best courtly love ah so brilliant.

Few romantic heroes could do better.

I don’t post cats often but that illustration.

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this is the most romantic thing i’ve seen all day

No shit. That tom cat was like:
“This thorn invested wall means nothing.”
“I will gladly walk on it a thousand times over, if that means I could be with you, my lady.”
and the lady cat was all:
“My brave darling.”
OOOPS MY HAND SLIPPED!!

Suddenly my muse insisted me to draw the personification version of the last pic, and who am I to reject inspiration when it comes so willingly to me? At least this will help with the artblock issue I currently have to deal with.
Russian imperial era inspired because hot damn.
Note: I tried google reverse image (and other reverse image search engines) those photos and came up with nothing. I wish I knew the original photographer because I want to love hug him/her so hard for capturing such inspiring moments.

OMG that’s the cutest thing ever and the best courtly love ah so brilliant.

Few romantic heroes could do better.

I don’t post cats often but that illustration.

that ILLUSTRATION



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stoneandbloodandwater:

forthegothicheroine:

youkoofthelovespot:

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charmory:

this is the most romantic thing i’ve seen all day

No shit. That tom cat was like:
“This thorn invested wall means nothing.”
“I will gladly walk on it a thousand times over, if that means I could be with you, my lady.”
and the lady cat was all:
“My brave darling.”
OOOPS MY HAND SLIPPED!!

Suddenly my muse insisted me to draw the personification version of the last pic, and who am I to reject inspiration when it comes so willingly to me? At least this will help with the artblock issue I currently have to deal with.
Russian imperial era inspired because hot damn.
Note: I tried google reverse image (and other reverse image search engines) those photos and came up with nothing. I wish I knew the original photographer because I want to love hug him/her so hard for capturing such inspiring moments.

OMG that’s the cutest thing ever and the best courtly love ah so brilliant.

Few romantic heroes could do better.

I don’t post cats often but that illustration.

that ILLUSTRATION



OMG 
: admiralyurii:
acquaintedwithrask:

stoneandbloodandwater:

forthegothicheroine:

youkoofthelovespot:

jali-jali:

charmory:

this is the most romantic thing i’ve seen all day

No shit. That tom cat was like:
“This thorn invested wall means nothing.”
“I will gladly walk on it a thousand times over, if that means I could be with you, my lady.”
and the lady cat was all:
“My brave darling.”
OOOPS MY HAND SLIPPED!!

Suddenly my muse insisted me to draw the personification version of the last pic, and who am I to reject inspiration when it comes so willingly to me? At least this will help with the artblock issue I currently have to deal with.
Russian imperial era inspired because hot damn.
Note: I tried google reverse image (and other reverse image search engines) those photos and came up with nothing. I wish I knew the original photographer because I want to love hug him/her so hard for capturing such inspiring moments.

OMG that’s the cutest thing ever and the best courtly love ah so brilliant.

Few romantic heroes could do better.

I don’t post cats often but that illustration.

that ILLUSTRATION



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This is how the golden age of piracy ended.
The first mermaid to get tattoos :)


“we didn’t know any better,” the crewman says, and swallows, presenting the chest to the captain. “what do we do now?”
“kill it,” the captain says, but the ice is melting in his eyes.
“we can’t,” the first mate says desperately, praying she won’t have to fight her captain on this. “we can’t. we - i won’t. we won’t.”
“i know.”
x
“daddy,” she says, floating in a tub of seawater in the hold, “daddy, la-la, la-la-la.”
her voice rings like bells. her accent is strange; her mouth isn’t made for human words. it mesmerises even the hardiest amongst them and she wasn’t even trying. the crew has taken to diving for shellfish near the shorelines for her; she loves them, splitting the shells apart with strength seen in no human toddler, slurping down the slimy molluscs inside and laughing, all plump brown cheeks and needle-sharp teeth. she sometimes splashes them for fun with her smooth, rubbery brown tail. even when they get soaked they laugh. they love her.
“daddy,” she calls again, and he can hear the worry in her voice. the storm rocking the ship is harsh and uncaring, and if they go down, she would be the only survivor.
“don’t worry,” he says, and goes over, sitting next to the tub. the first mate, leaning against the wall, pretends not to notice as he quietly begins to sing.
x
“father,” she says, one day, as she leans on the edge of the dock and the captain sits next to her, “why am I here?”
“your mother abandoned you,” he says, as he always has. “we found you adrift, and couldn’t bear to leave you there.”
she picks at the salt-soaked boards, uncertain. her hair is pulled back in a fluffy black puff, the white linen holding it slipping almost over one of her dark eyes. one of her first tattoos, a many-limbed kraken, curls over her right shoulder and down her arm, delicate tendrils wrapped around her calloused fingertips. “alright,” she says.
x
“why am I really here?” she asks the first mate, watching the sun set over the water in streaks of liquid metal that pooled in the troughs of the waves and glittered on the seafoam.
“we didn’t know any better,” the first mate says, staring into the water. “we didn’t know- we didn’t know anything. we didn’t understand why she fought so viciously to guard her treasure. we could not know she protected something a thousand times more precious than the purest gold.”
she wants to be furious, but she can’t. she already knew the answer, from reading the guilt in her father’s eyes and the empty space in her own history. and she can’t hate her family.
“it’s alright,” she says. “i do have a family, anyways. i don’t think i would have liked my other life near as much.”
x
her kraken grows, spreading its tendrils over her torso and arms. she grows too, too large to come on board the ship without being hauled up in a boat from the water. she sings when the storms come and swims before the ship to guide it to safety. she fights off more than one beast of the seas, and gathers a set of scars across her back that she bears with pride. “i don’t mind,” she says, when the captain fusses over her, “now i match all of you.”
the first time their ship is threatened, really threatened, is by another fleet. a friend turned enemy of the first mate. “we shouldn’t fight him,” she says, peering through the spyglass.
“why not?” the mermaid asks.
“he’ll win,” the first mate says.
the mermaid tips her head sideways. Her eyes, dark as the deep waters, gleam in the noon light. “are you sure?” she asks.
x
the enemy fleet surrenders after the flagship is sunk in the night, the anchor ripped off the ship and the planks torn off the hull. the surviving crew, wild-eyed and delirious, whimper and say a sea serpent came from the water and attacked them, say it was longer than the boat and crushed it in its coils. the first mate hears this and has to hide her laughter. the captain apologizes to his daughter for doubting her.
“don’t worry,” she says, with a bright laugh, “it was fun.”
x
the second time, they are pushed by a storm into a royal fleet. they can’t possibly fight them, and they don’t have the time to escape.
“let me up,” the mermaid urges, surfacing starboard and shouting to the crew. “bring me up, quickly, quickly.”
they lower the boat and she piles her sinous form into it, and uses her claws to help the crew pull her up. once on the deck she flops out of the boat and makes her way over to the bow. the crew tries to help but she’s so heavy they can barely lift parts of her.
she crawls up out in front of the rail and wraps her long webbed tail around the prow. the figurehead has served them well so far but they need more right now. she wraps herself around the figurehead and raises her body up into the wind takes a breath of the stinging salt air and sings.
the storm carries her voice on its front to the royal navy. they are enchanted, so stunned by her song that they drop the rigging ropes and let the tillers drift. the pirates sail through the center of the fleet, trailing the storm behind them, and by the time the fleet has managed to regain its senses they are buried in wind and rain and the pirates are gone.
x
she declines guns. instead she carries a harpoon and its launcher, and uses them to board enemy ships, hauling her massive form out of the water to coil on the deck and dispatch enemies with ruthless efficiency. her family is feared across all the sea.
x
“you know we are dying,” the captain says, looking down at her.
she floats next to the ship, so massive she could hold it in her arms. her eyes are wise.
“i know,” she says, “i can feel it coming.”
the first mate stands next to the captain. she never had a lover or a child, and neither did he, but to the mermaid they are her parents. she will always love her daughter. the tattoos are graven in dark swirls across the mermaid’s deep brown skin and the flesh of her tail, even spiraling onto the spiked webbing on her spine and face. her hair is still tied back, this time with a sail that could not be patched one last time. 
“we love you,” the first mate says simply, looking down. her own tightly coiled black hair falls in to her face; she shakes the locs out of the way and smiles through her tears. the captain pretends he isnt crying either.
“i love you too,” the mermaid says, and reached up to pull the ship down just a bit, just to hold them one last time.
“guard the ship,” the captain says. “you always have but you know they’re lost without you.”
“without you,” the mermaid corrects, with a shrug that makes waves. “what will we do?”
“i don’t know,” the captain says. “but you’ll help them, won’t you?”
“of course i will,” she scoffs, rolling her eyes. “i will always protect my family.”
x
the captain and the first mate are gone. the ship has a new captain, young and fearless - of the things she can afford to disregard. she fears and loves the ocean, as all captains do. she does not fear the royal fleet. and she does not fear the mermaid.
“you know, i heard stories about you when i was a little girl,” she says, trailing her fingers in the water next to the dock.
the mermaid stares at her with one eye the size of a dinner table. “is that so?” she hums, smirking with teeth sharper than the swords of the entire navy.
“they said you could sink an entire fleet and that you had skin tougher than dragon scales,” the new captain says, grinning right back at the monster who could eat her without a moment’s hesitation. “i always thought they were telling tall tales.”
“and now?”
“they were right,” the new captain says. “how did they ever befriend you?”
the mermaid smiles, fully this time, her dark eyes gleaming under the white linen sail. “they didn’t know any better.”

She protects her family.

Hi everybody! Guess what’s being posted on AO3 now at the following link!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/22498384/chapters/53760817
That’s right! Here you go. I’ll be uploading it in some chunks, because I want to make sure I have everything I wanted edited cleanly finished, but follow the story there!




HEY GUYS GUESS WHATS BACK ON THE DASHBOARD AND BETTER THAN EVER



I love this
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dragonsateyourtoast:

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dragonsateyourtoast:

otherwindow:

otherwindow:
This is how the golden age of piracy ended.
The first mermaid to get tattoos :)


“we didn’t know any better,” the crewman says, and swallows, presenting the chest to the captain. “what do we do now?”
“kill it,” the captain says, but the ice is melting in his eyes.
“we can’t,” the first mate says desperately, praying she won’t have to fight her captain on this. “we can’t. we - i won’t. we won’t.”
“i know.”
x
“daddy,” she says, floating in a tub of seawater in the hold, “daddy, la-la, la-la-la.”
her voice rings like bells. her accent is strange; her mouth isn’t made for human words. it mesmerises even the hardiest amongst them and she wasn’t even trying. the crew has taken to diving for shellfish near the shorelines for her; she loves them, splitting the shells apart with strength seen in no human toddler, slurping down the slimy molluscs inside and laughing, all plump brown cheeks and needle-sharp teeth. she sometimes splashes them for fun with her smooth, rubbery brown tail. even when they get soaked they laugh. they love her.
“daddy,” she calls again, and he can hear the worry in her voice. the storm rocking the ship is harsh and uncaring, and if they go down, she would be the only survivor.
“don’t worry,” he says, and goes over, sitting next to the tub. the first mate, leaning against the wall, pretends not to notice as he quietly begins to sing.
x
“father,” she says, one day, as she leans on the edge of the dock and the captain sits next to her, “why am I here?”
“your mother abandoned you,” he says, as he always has. “we found you adrift, and couldn’t bear to leave you there.”
she picks at the salt-soaked boards, uncertain. her hair is pulled back in a fluffy black puff, the white linen holding it slipping almost over one of her dark eyes. one of her first tattoos, a many-limbed kraken, curls over her right shoulder and down her arm, delicate tendrils wrapped around her calloused fingertips. “alright,” she says.
x
“why am I really here?” she asks the first mate, watching the sun set over the water in streaks of liquid metal that pooled in the troughs of the waves and glittered on the seafoam.
“we didn’t know any better,” the first mate says, staring into the water. “we didn’t know- we didn’t know anything. we didn’t understand why she fought so viciously to guard her treasure. we could not know she protected something a thousand times more precious than the purest gold.”
she wants to be furious, but she can’t. she already knew the answer, from reading the guilt in her father’s eyes and the empty space in her own history. and she can’t hate her family.
“it’s alright,” she says. “i do have a family, anyways. i don’t think i would have liked my other life near as much.”
x
her kraken grows, spreading its tendrils over her torso and arms. she grows too, too large to come on board the ship without being hauled up in a boat from the water. she sings when the storms come and swims before the ship to guide it to safety. she fights off more than one beast of the seas, and gathers a set of scars across her back that she bears with pride. “i don’t mind,” she says, when the captain fusses over her, “now i match all of you.”
the first time their ship is threatened, really threatened, is by another fleet. a friend turned enemy of the first mate. “we shouldn’t fight him,” she says, peering through the spyglass.
“why not?” the mermaid asks.
“he’ll win,” the first mate says.
the mermaid tips her head sideways. Her eyes, dark as the deep waters, gleam in the noon light. “are you sure?” she asks.
x
the enemy fleet surrenders after the flagship is sunk in the night, the anchor ripped off the ship and the planks torn off the hull. the surviving crew, wild-eyed and delirious, whimper and say a sea serpent came from the water and attacked them, say it was longer than the boat and crushed it in its coils. the first mate hears this and has to hide her laughter. the captain apologizes to his daughter for doubting her.
“don’t worry,” she says, with a bright laugh, “it was fun.”
x
the second time, they are pushed by a storm into a royal fleet. they can’t possibly fight them, and they don’t have the time to escape.
“let me up,” the mermaid urges, surfacing starboard and shouting to the crew. “bring me up, quickly, quickly.”
they lower the boat and she piles her sinous form into it, and uses her claws to help the crew pull her up. once on the deck she flops out of the boat and makes her way over to the bow. the crew tries to help but she’s so heavy they can barely lift parts of her.
she crawls up out in front of the rail and wraps her long webbed tail around the prow. the figurehead has served them well so far but they need more right now. she wraps herself around the figurehead and raises her body up into the wind takes a breath of the stinging salt air and sings.
the storm carries her voice on its front to the royal navy. they are enchanted, so stunned by her song that they drop the rigging ropes and let the tillers drift. the pirates sail through the center of the fleet, trailing the storm behind them, and by the time the fleet has managed to regain its senses they are buried in wind and rain and the pirates are gone.
x
she declines guns. instead she carries a harpoon and its launcher, and uses them to board enemy ships, hauling her massive form out of the water to coil on the deck and dispatch enemies with ruthless efficiency. her family is feared across all the sea.
x
“you know we are dying,” the captain says, looking down at her.
she floats next to the ship, so massive she could hold it in her arms. her eyes are wise.
“i know,” she says, “i can feel it coming.”
the first mate stands next to the captain. she never had a lover or a child, and neither did he, but to the mermaid they are her parents. she will always love her daughter. the tattoos are graven in dark swirls across the mermaid’s deep brown skin and the flesh of her tail, even spiraling onto the spiked webbing on her spine and face. her hair is still tied back, this time with a sail that could not be patched one last time. 
“we love you,” the first mate says simply, looking down. her own tightly coiled black hair falls in to her face; she shakes the locs out of the way and smiles through her tears. the captain pretends he isnt crying either.
“i love you too,” the mermaid says, and reached up to pull the ship down just a bit, just to hold them one last time.
“guard the ship,” the captain says. “you always have but you know they’re lost without you.”
“without you,” the mermaid corrects, with a shrug that makes waves. “what will we do?”
“i don’t know,” the captain says. “but you’ll help them, won’t you?”
“of course i will,” she scoffs, rolling her eyes. “i will always protect my family.”
x
the captain and the first mate are gone. the ship has a new captain, young and fearless - of the things she can afford to disregard. she fears and loves the ocean, as all captains do. she does not fear the royal fleet. and she does not fear the mermaid.
“you know, i heard stories about you when i was a little girl,” she says, trailing her fingers in the water next to the dock.
the mermaid stares at her with one eye the size of a dinner table. “is that so?” she hums, smirking with teeth sharper than the swords of the entire navy.
“they said you could sink an entire fleet and that you had skin tougher than dragon scales,” the new captain says, grinning right back at the monster who could eat her without a moment’s hesitation. “i always thought they were telling tall tales.”
“and now?”
“they were right,” the new captain says. “how did they ever befriend you?”
the mermaid smiles, fully this time, her dark eyes gleaming under the white linen sail. “they didn’t know any better.”

She protects her family.

Hi everybody! Guess what’s being posted on AO3 now at the following link!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/22498384/chapters/53760817
That’s right! Here you go. I’ll be uploading it in some chunks, because I want to make sure I have everything I wanted edited cleanly finished, but follow the story there!




HEY GUYS GUESS WHATS BACK ON THE DASHBOARD AND BETTER THAN EVER



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                    ironwoman359:
cereusblue:

unnameablethings:


dragonsateyourtoast:

redporkpadthai:

dragonsateyourtoast:

otherwindow:

otherwindow:
This is how the golden age of piracy ended.
The first mermaid to get tattoos :)


“we didn’t know any better,” the crewman says, and swallows, presenting the chest to the captain. “what do we do now?”
“kill it,” the captain says, but the ice is melting in his eyes.
“we can’t,” the first mate says desperately, praying she won’t have to fight her captain on this. “we can’t. we - i won’t. we won’t.”
“i know.”
x
“daddy,” she says, floating in a tub of seawater in the hold, “daddy, la-la, la-la-la.”
her voice rings like bells. her accent is strange; her mouth isn’t made for human words. it mesmerises even the hardiest amongst them and she wasn’t even trying. the crew has taken to diving for shellfish near the shorelines for her; she loves them, splitting the shells apart with strength seen in no human toddler, slurping down the slimy molluscs inside and laughing, all plump brown cheeks and needle-sharp teeth. she sometimes splashes them for fun with her smooth, rubbery brown tail. even when they get soaked they laugh. they love her.
“daddy,” she calls again, and he can hear the worry in her voice. the storm rocking the ship is harsh and uncaring, and if they go down, she would be the only survivor.
“don’t worry,” he says, and goes over, sitting next to the tub. the first mate, leaning against the wall, pretends not to notice as he quietly begins to sing.
x
“father,” she says, one day, as she leans on the edge of the dock and the captain sits next to her, “why am I here?”
“your mother abandoned you,” he says, as he always has. “we found you adrift, and couldn’t bear to leave you there.”
she picks at the salt-soaked boards, uncertain. her hair is pulled back in a fluffy black puff, the white linen holding it slipping almost over one of her dark eyes. one of her first tattoos, a many-limbed kraken, curls over her right shoulder and down her arm, delicate tendrils wrapped around her calloused fingertips. “alright,” she says.
x
“why am I really here?” she asks the first mate, watching the sun set over the water in streaks of liquid metal that pooled in the troughs of the waves and glittered on the seafoam.
“we didn’t know any better,” the first mate says, staring into the water. “we didn’t know- we didn’t know anything. we didn’t understand why she fought so viciously to guard her treasure. we could not know she protected something a thousand times more precious than the purest gold.”
she wants to be furious, but she can’t. she already knew the answer, from reading the guilt in her father’s eyes and the empty space in her own history. and she can’t hate her family.
“it’s alright,” she says. “i do have a family, anyways. i don’t think i would have liked my other life near as much.”
x
her kraken grows, spreading its tendrils over her torso and arms. she grows too, too large to come on board the ship without being hauled up in a boat from the water. she sings when the storms come and swims before the ship to guide it to safety. she fights off more than one beast of the seas, and gathers a set of scars across her back that she bears with pride. “i don’t mind,” she says, when the captain fusses over her, “now i match all of you.”
the first time their ship is threatened, really threatened, is by another fleet. a friend turned enemy of the first mate. “we shouldn’t fight him,” she says, peering through the spyglass.
“why not?” the mermaid asks.
“he’ll win,” the first mate says.
the mermaid tips her head sideways. Her eyes, dark as the deep waters, gleam in the noon light. “are you sure?” she asks.
x
the enemy fleet surrenders after the flagship is sunk in the night, the anchor ripped off the ship and the planks torn off the hull. the surviving crew, wild-eyed and delirious, whimper and say a sea serpent came from the water and attacked them, say it was longer than the boat and crushed it in its coils. the first mate hears this and has to hide her laughter. the captain apologizes to his daughter for doubting her.
“don’t worry,” she says, with a bright laugh, “it was fun.”
x
the second time, they are pushed by a storm into a royal fleet. they can’t possibly fight them, and they don’t have the time to escape.
“let me up,” the mermaid urges, surfacing starboard and shouting to the crew. “bring me up, quickly, quickly.”
they lower the boat and she piles her sinous form into it, and uses her claws to help the crew pull her up. once on the deck she flops out of the boat and makes her way over to the bow. the crew tries to help but she’s so heavy they can barely lift parts of her.
she crawls up out in front of the rail and wraps her long webbed tail around the prow. the figurehead has served them well so far but they need more right now. she wraps herself around the figurehead and raises her body up into the wind takes a breath of the stinging salt air and sings.
the storm carries her voice on its front to the royal navy. they are enchanted, so stunned by her song that they drop the rigging ropes and let the tillers drift. the pirates sail through the center of the fleet, trailing the storm behind them, and by the time the fleet has managed to regain its senses they are buried in wind and rain and the pirates are gone.
x
she declines guns. instead she carries a harpoon and its launcher, and uses them to board enemy ships, hauling her massive form out of the water to coil on the deck and dispatch enemies with ruthless efficiency. her family is feared across all the sea.
x
“you know we are dying,” the captain says, looking down at her.
she floats next to the ship, so massive she could hold it in her arms. her eyes are wise.
“i know,” she says, “i can feel it coming.”
the first mate stands next to the captain. she never had a lover or a child, and neither did he, but to the mermaid they are her parents. she will always love her daughter. the tattoos are graven in dark swirls across the mermaid’s deep brown skin and the flesh of her tail, even spiraling onto the spiked webbing on her spine and face. her hair is still tied back, this time with a sail that could not be patched one last time. 
“we love you,” the first mate says simply, looking down. her own tightly coiled black hair falls in to her face; she shakes the locs out of the way and smiles through her tears. the captain pretends he isnt crying either.
“i love you too,” the mermaid says, and reached up to pull the ship down just a bit, just to hold them one last time.
“guard the ship,” the captain says. “you always have but you know they’re lost without you.”
“without you,” the mermaid corrects, with a shrug that makes waves. “what will we do?”
“i don’t know,” the captain says. “but you’ll help them, won’t you?”
“of course i will,” she scoffs, rolling her eyes. “i will always protect my family.”
x
the captain and the first mate are gone. the ship has a new captain, young and fearless - of the things she can afford to disregard. she fears and loves the ocean, as all captains do. she does not fear the royal fleet. and she does not fear the mermaid.
“you know, i heard stories about you when i was a little girl,” she says, trailing her fingers in the water next to the dock.
the mermaid stares at her with one eye the size of a dinner table. “is that so?” she hums, smirking with teeth sharper than the swords of the entire navy.
“they said you could sink an entire fleet and that you had skin tougher than dragon scales,” the new captain says, grinning right back at the monster who could eat her without a moment’s hesitation. “i always thought they were telling tall tales.”
“and now?”
“they were right,” the new captain says. “how did they ever befriend you?”
the mermaid smiles, fully this time, her dark eyes gleaming under the white linen sail. “they didn’t know any better.”

She protects her family.

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This is how the golden age of piracy ended.
The first mermaid to get tattoos :)


“we didn’t know any better,” the crewman says, and swallows, presenting the chest to the captain. “what do we do now?”
“kill it,” the captain says, but the ice is melting in his eyes.
“we can’t,” the first mate says desperately, praying she won’t have to fight her captain on this. “we can’t. we - i won’t. we won’t.”
“i know.”
x
“daddy,” she says, floating in a tub of seawater in the hold, “daddy, la-la, la-la-la.”
her voice rings like bells. her accent is strange; her mouth isn’t made for human words. it mesmerises even the hardiest amongst them and she wasn’t even trying. the crew has taken to diving for shellfish near the shorelines for her; she loves them, splitting the shells apart with strength seen in no human toddler, slurping down the slimy molluscs inside and laughing, all plump brown cheeks and needle-sharp teeth. she sometimes splashes them for fun with her smooth, rubbery brown tail. even when they get soaked they laugh. they love her.
“daddy,” she calls again, and he can hear the worry in her voice. the storm rocking the ship is harsh and uncaring, and if they go down, she would be the only survivor.
“don’t worry,” he says, and goes over, sitting next to the tub. the first mate, leaning against the wall, pretends not to notice as he quietly begins to sing.
x
“father,” she says, one day, as she leans on the edge of the dock and the captain sits next to her, “why am I here?”
“your mother abandoned you,” he says, as he always has. “we found you adrift, and couldn’t bear to leave you there.”
she picks at the salt-soaked boards, uncertain. her hair is pulled back in a fluffy black puff, the white linen holding it slipping almost over one of her dark eyes. one of her first tattoos, a many-limbed kraken, curls over her right shoulder and down her arm, delicate tendrils wrapped around her calloused fingertips. “alright,” she says.
x
“why am I really here?” she asks the first mate, watching the sun set over the water in streaks of liquid metal that pooled in the troughs of the waves and glittered on the seafoam.
“we didn’t know any better,” the first mate says, staring into the water. “we didn’t know- we didn’t know anything. we didn’t understand why she fought so viciously to guard her treasure. we could not know she protected something a thousand times more precious than the purest gold.”
she wants to be furious, but she can’t. she already knew the answer, from reading the guilt in her father’s eyes and the empty space in her own history. and she can’t hate her family.
“it’s alright,” she says. “i do have a family, anyways. i don’t think i would have liked my other life near as much.”
x
her kraken grows, spreading its tendrils over her torso and arms. she grows too, too large to come on board the ship without being hauled up in a boat from the water. she sings when the storms come and swims before the ship to guide it to safety. she fights off more than one beast of the seas, and gathers a set of scars across her back that she bears with pride. “i don’t mind,” she says, when the captain fusses over her, “now i match all of you.”
the first time their ship is threatened, really threatened, is by another fleet. a friend turned enemy of the first mate. “we shouldn’t fight him,” she says, peering through the spyglass.
“why not?” the mermaid asks.
“he’ll win,” the first mate says.
the mermaid tips her head sideways. Her eyes, dark as the deep waters, gleam in the noon light. “are you sure?” she asks.
x
the enemy fleet surrenders after the flagship is sunk in the night, the anchor ripped off the ship and the planks torn off the hull. the surviving crew, wild-eyed and delirious, whimper and say a sea serpent came from the water and attacked them, say it was longer than the boat and crushed it in its coils. the first mate hears this and has to hide her laughter. the captain apologizes to his daughter for doubting her.
“don’t worry,” she says, with a bright laugh, “it was fun.”
x
the second time, they are pushed by a storm into a royal fleet. they can’t possibly fight them, and they don’t have the time to escape.
“let me up,” the mermaid urges, surfacing starboard and shouting to the crew. “bring me up, quickly, quickly.”
they lower the boat and she piles her sinous form into it, and uses her claws to help the crew pull her up. once on the deck she flops out of the boat and makes her way over to the bow. the crew tries to help but she’s so heavy they can barely lift parts of her.
she crawls up out in front of the rail and wraps her long webbed tail around the prow. the figurehead has served them well so far but they need more right now. she wraps herself around the figurehead and raises her body up into the wind takes a breath of the stinging salt air and sings.
the storm carries her voice on its front to the royal navy. they are enchanted, so stunned by her song that they drop the rigging ropes and let the tillers drift. the pirates sail through the center of the fleet, trailing the storm behind them, and by the time the fleet has managed to regain its senses they are buried in wind and rain and the pirates are gone.
x
she declines guns. instead she carries a harpoon and its launcher, and uses them to board enemy ships, hauling her massive form out of the water to coil on the deck and dispatch enemies with ruthless efficiency. her family is feared across all the sea.
x
“you know we are dying,” the captain says, looking down at her.
she floats next to the ship, so massive she could hold it in her arms. her eyes are wise.
“i know,” she says, “i can feel it coming.”
the first mate stands next to the captain. she never had a lover or a child, and neither did he, but to the mermaid they are her parents. she will always love her daughter. the tattoos are graven in dark swirls across the mermaid’s deep brown skin and the flesh of her tail, even spiraling onto the spiked webbing on her spine and face. her hair is still tied back, this time with a sail that could not be patched one last time. 
“we love you,” the first mate says simply, looking down. her own tightly coiled black hair falls in to her face; she shakes the locs out of the way and smiles through her tears. the captain pretends he isnt crying either.
“i love you too,” the mermaid says, and reached up to pull the ship down just a bit, just to hold them one last time.
“guard the ship,” the captain says. “you always have but you know they’re lost without you.”
“without you,” the mermaid corrects, with a shrug that makes waves. “what will we do?”
“i don’t know,” the captain says. “but you’ll help them, won’t you?”
“of course i will,” she scoffs, rolling her eyes. “i will always protect my family.”
x
the captain and the first mate are gone. the ship has a new captain, young and fearless - of the things she can afford to disregard. she fears and loves the ocean, as all captains do. she does not fear the royal fleet. and she does not fear the mermaid.
“you know, i heard stories about you when i was a little girl,” she says, trailing her fingers in the water next to the dock.
the mermaid stares at her with one eye the size of a dinner table. “is that so?” she hums, smirking with teeth sharper than the swords of the entire navy.
“they said you could sink an entire fleet and that you had skin tougher than dragon scales,” the new captain says, grinning right back at the monster who could eat her without a moment’s hesitation. “i always thought they were telling tall tales.”
“and now?”
“they were right,” the new captain says. “how did they ever befriend you?”
the mermaid smiles, fully this time, her dark eyes gleaming under the white linen sail. “they didn’t know any better.”

She protects her family.

Hi everybody! Guess what’s being posted on AO3 now at the following link!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/22498384/chapters/53760817
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        this is one of the most wholesome things ive ever read :): Anonymous 10/25/19(Fri)20:56:36 No.55046566
 story time because I want to share and it's a
 special day
 be me, 22, KHHV, NEET
 no real purpose in life, autistic
 >live in a small town but still don't know anyone
 >down the street is a harvest festival going on
 go there on a whim
 see nice old man making caramel apples hand
 dipped
 >i go over and buy one with some pocket change l
 ow
 saved up
 >it's really good
 we talk about caramel apples
 >his name is Ted
 >he asks if I'd like to help him make apples
 enthusiastically say yes, go to a factory next day at 9 AM
 >I get to dip the apples and put the sticks on them
 >I box them up and sell them, get to decorate them too
 Told I would not last longer than a year by floor manager since nobody does
 >Get to know Ted, he has no kids and his wife died in a boat accident
 we talk every day about apples and candy
 >he gets me into football
 we watch football together, he lets me show him anime
 >7 years pass
 >I've been there the longest
 Ted doesn't come to work, I call him
 No response, I go to his house
 >Door unlocked, go in and see him on the floor
 call 911, he had a stroke and died later that day in the hospital
 cry for days because my only friend is gone
 >A few days pass, I learn that he left the factory and the apple shop to me
 >note says "You're the hardest worker I've ever met, I know you will make me proud"
 >burst into tears in front of lawyer
 every day I go to that factory to work hard
 >l come up with all sorts of ideas to decorate the apples every holiday
 Still KHHV, but I love making apples
 >Whole town knows me as the apple man
 Never been happier making caramel apples
 Today would have been his 76th birthday. We got a huge catering order done today in time
 for Halloween. Business is better than ever. I know you're watching me, Ted. I hope I'm
 making you proud.
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                    this is one of the most wholesome things ive ever read :): Anonymous 10/25/19(Fri)20:56:36 No.55046566
 story time because I want to share and it's a
 special day
 be me, 22, KHHV, NEET
 no real purpose in life, autistic
 >live in a small town but still don't know anyone
 >down the street is a harvest festival going on
 go there on a whim
 see nice old man making caramel apples hand
 dipped
 >i go over and buy one with some pocket change l
 ow
 saved up
 >it's really good
 we talk about caramel apples
 >his name is Ted
 >he asks if I'd like to help him make apples
 enthusiastically say yes, go to a factory next day at 9 AM
 >I get to dip the apples and put the sticks on them
 >I box them up and sell them, get to decorate them too
 Told I would not last longer than a year by floor manager since nobody does
 >Get to know Ted, he has no kids and his wife died in a boat accident
 we talk every day about apples and candy
 >he gets me into football
 we watch football together, he lets me show him anime
 >7 years pass
 >I've been there the longest
 Ted doesn't come to work, I call him
 No response, I go to his house
 >Door unlocked, go in and see him on the floor
 call 911, he had a stroke and died later that day in the hospital
 cry for days because my only friend is gone
 >A few days pass, I learn that he left the factory and the apple shop to me
 >note says "You're the hardest worker I've ever met, I know you will make me proud"
 >burst into tears in front of lawyer
 every day I go to that factory to work hard
 >l come up with all sorts of ideas to decorate the apples every holiday
 Still KHHV, but I love making apples
 >Whole town knows me as the apple man
 Never been happier making caramel apples
 Today would have been his 76th birthday. We got a huge catering order done today in time
 for Halloween. Business is better than ever. I know you're watching me, Ted. I hope I'm
 making you proud.
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        this is one of the most wholesome things ive ever read :): Anonymous 10/25/19(Fri)20:56:36 No.55046566
 story time because I want to share and it's a
 special day
 be me, 22, KHHV, NEET
 no real purpose in life, autistic
 >live in a small town but still don't know anyone
 >down the street is a harvest festival going on
 go there on a whim
 see nice old man making caramel apples hand
 dipped
 >i go over and buy one with some pocket change l
 ow
 saved up
 >it's really good
 we talk about caramel apples
 >his name is Ted
 >he asks if I'd like to help him make apples
 enthusiastically say yes, go to a factory next day at 9 AM
 >I get to dip the apples and put the sticks on them
 >I box them up and sell them, get to decorate them too
 Told I would not last longer than a year by floor manager since nobody does
 >Get to know Ted, he has no kids and his wife died in a boat accident
 we talk every day about apples and candy
 >he gets me into football
 we watch football together, he lets me show him anime
 >7 years pass
 >I've been there the longest
 Ted doesn't come to work, I call him
 No response, I go to his house
 >Door unlocked, go in and see him on the floor
 call 911, he had a stroke and died later that day in the hospital
 cry for days because my only friend is gone
 >A few days pass, I learn that he left the factory and the apple shop to me
 >note says "You're the hardest worker I've ever met, I know you will make me proud"
 >burst into tears in front of lawyer
 every day I go to that factory to work hard
 >l come up with all sorts of ideas to decorate the apples every holiday
 Still KHHV, but I love making apples
 >Whole town knows me as the apple man
 Never been happier making caramel apples
 Today would have been his 76th birthday. We got a huge catering order done today in time
 for Halloween. Business is better than ever. I know you're watching me, Ted. I hope I'm
 making you proud.
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                    this is one of the most wholesome things ive ever read :): Anonymous 10/25/19(Fri)20:56:36 No.55046566
 story time because I want to share and it's a
 special day
 be me, 22, KHHV, NEET
 no real purpose in life, autistic
 >live in a small town but still don't know anyone
 >down the street is a harvest festival going on
 go there on a whim
 see nice old man making caramel apples hand
 dipped
 >i go over and buy one with some pocket change l
 ow
 saved up
 >it's really good
 we talk about caramel apples
 >his name is Ted
 >he asks if I'd like to help him make apples
 enthusiastically say yes, go to a factory next day at 9 AM
 >I get to dip the apples and put the sticks on them
 >I box them up and sell them, get to decorate them too
 Told I would not last longer than a year by floor manager since nobody does
 >Get to know Ted, he has no kids and his wife died in a boat accident
 we talk every day about apples and candy
 >he gets me into football
 we watch football together, he lets me show him anime
 >7 years pass
 >I've been there the longest
 Ted doesn't come to work, I call him
 No response, I go to his house
 >Door unlocked, go in and see him on the floor
 call 911, he had a stroke and died later that day in the hospital
 cry for days because my only friend is gone
 >A few days pass, I learn that he left the factory and the apple shop to me
 >note says "You're the hardest worker I've ever met, I know you will make me proud"
 >burst into tears in front of lawyer
 every day I go to that factory to work hard
 >l come up with all sorts of ideas to decorate the apples every holiday
 Still KHHV, but I love making apples
 >Whole town knows me as the apple man
 Never been happier making caramel apples
 Today would have been his 76th birthday. We got a huge catering order done today in time
 for Halloween. Business is better than ever. I know you're watching me, Ted. I hope I'm
 making you proud.
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I saw a post by @bryborg with the idea of other artists doing side-by-side draws where you all draw [characrer] in your own style and put them together so there’s a line of [character] in different styles. 
They did Rick from Rick n Morty and it looked FUN and I wanted to do one with Jasper! So like, if you wanna join me, copy my Jasper and draw your Jasper next to her, reblog with a full view of your own and then the line up under that and we’ll see how many Jaspers we can get on the cheeto train :0
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I saw a post by @bryborg with the idea of other artists doing side-by-side draws where you all draw [characrer] in your own style and put them together so there’s a line of [character] in different styles. 
They did Rick from Rick n Morty and it looked FUN and I wanted to do one with Jasper! So like, if you wanna join me, copy my Jasper and draw your Jasper next to her, reblog with a full view of your own and then the line up under that and we’ll see how many Jaspers we can get on the cheeto train :0
@ or inbox me if you do it because I want to seeeee




broe pls dont make me colour i hate colouring

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dansome0203:

carbonoid:

I saw a post by @bryborg with the idea of other artists doing side-by-side draws where you all draw [characrer] in your own style and put them together so there’s a line of [character] in different styles. 
They did Rick from Rick n Morty and it looked FUN and I wanted to do one with Jasper! So like, if you wanna join me, copy my Jasper and draw your Jasper next to her, reblog with a full view of your own and then the line up under that and we’ll see how many Jaspers we can get on the cheeto train :0
@ or inbox me if you do it because I want to seeeee




broe pls dont make me colour i hate colouring

they’re getting so small oh noooo












                    
                
            

            
                
                
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: Baked AlaskaTM
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 I cancelled my account, do the
 same. #NoNetflix
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 Browse
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 Back to Account

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 OK WHO TF SIGNED ME UP
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 Today at 1:32 PM
 From: Maurice Smith
 To: Timothy Treadstne>
 Dear Tim
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 Care. No matter what
 Today at 1:42 PM
 Dear Timothy
 Eat a dick
 Thank you for joining Planned Parenthood's online
 network, Planned Parenthood is a visible and passionate
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 We would like to let you know that your regularly
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 To: Timothy Treadstone>
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 Today at 1:01 PM
 Hello Mr. Treadstone,
 Netflix has carefully reviewed your concerns
 about the show Dear White People and has
 decided to cancel it.
 We would like to let you know that your regularly
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stoneandbloodandwater:

forthegothicheroine:

youkoofthelovespot:

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charmory:

this is the most romantic thing i’ve seen all day

No shit. That tom cat was like:
“This thorn invested wall means nothing.”
“I will gladly walk on it a thousand times over, if that means I could be with you, my lady.”
and the lady cat was all:
“My brave darling.”
OOOPS MY HAND SLIPPED!!

Suddenly my muse insisted me to draw the personification version of the last pic, and who am I to reject inspiration when it comes so willingly to me? At least this will help with the artblock issue I currently have to deal with.
Russian imperial era inspired because hot damn.
Note: I tried google reverse image (and other reverse image search engines) those photos and came up with nothing. I wish I knew the original photographer because I want to love hug him/her so hard for capturing such inspiring moments.

OMG that’s the cutest thing ever and the best courtly love ah so brilliant.

Few romantic heroes could do better.

I don’t post cats often but that illustration.

that ILLUSTRATION


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youkoofthelovespot:

jali-jali:

charmory:

this is the most romantic thing i’ve seen all day

No shit. That tom cat was like:
“This thorn invested wall means nothing.”
“I will gladly walk on it a thousand times over, if that means I could be with you, my lady.”
and the lady cat was all:
“My brave darling.”
OOOPS MY HAND SLIPPED!!

Suddenly my muse insisted me to draw the personification version of the last pic, and who am I to reject inspiration when it comes so willingly to me? At least this will help with the artblock issue I currently have to deal with.
Russian imperial era inspired because hot damn.
Note: I tried google reverse image (and other reverse image search engines) those photos and came up with nothing. I wish I knew the original photographer because I want to love hug him/her so hard for capturing such inspiring moments.

OMG that’s the cutest thing ever and the best courtly love ah so brilliant.

Few romantic heroes could do better.

I don’t post cats often but that illustration.

that ILLUSTRATION


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                    assasinburrito:

acquaintedwithrask:

stoneandbloodandwater:

forthegothicheroine:

youkoofthelovespot:

jali-jali:

charmory:

this is the most romantic thing i’ve seen all day

No shit. That tom cat was like:
“This thorn invested wall means nothing.”
“I will gladly walk on it a thousand times over, if that means I could be with you, my lady.”
and the lady cat was all:
“My brave darling.”
OOOPS MY HAND SLIPPED!!

Suddenly my muse insisted me to draw the personification version of the last pic, and who am I to reject inspiration when it comes so willingly to me? At least this will help with the artblock issue I currently have to deal with.
Russian imperial era inspired because hot damn.
Note: I tried google reverse image (and other reverse image search engines) those photos and came up with nothing. I wish I knew the original photographer because I want to love hug him/her so hard for capturing such inspiring moments.

OMG that’s the cutest thing ever and the best courtly love ah so brilliant.

Few romantic heroes could do better.

I don’t post cats often but that illustration.

that ILLUSTRATION


I LOVE THISSS
: assasinburrito:

acquaintedwithrask:

stoneandbloodandwater:

forthegothicheroine:

youkoofthelovespot:

jali-jali:

charmory:

this is the most romantic thing i’ve seen all day

No shit. That tom cat was like:
“This thorn invested wall means nothing.”
“I will gladly walk on it a thousand times over, if that means I could be with you, my lady.”
and the lady cat was all:
“My brave darling.”
OOOPS MY HAND SLIPPED!!

Suddenly my muse insisted me to draw the personification version of the last pic, and who am I to reject inspiration when it comes so willingly to me? At least this will help with the artblock issue I currently have to deal with.
Russian imperial era inspired because hot damn.
Note: I tried google reverse image (and other reverse image search engines) those photos and came up with nothing. I wish I knew the original photographer because I want to love hug him/her so hard for capturing such inspiring moments.

OMG that’s the cutest thing ever and the best courtly love ah so brilliant.

Few romantic heroes could do better.

I don’t post cats often but that illustration.

that ILLUSTRATION


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helly-watermelonsmellinfellon:

bestviralposts:
source/credit
Kay, but listen. Nowhere in the USA have I managed to find my name on anything in a shop(usually have to get custom made shit), but I go to the Bahamas for my Senior Trip and my name was on a version of each item available. WTF? 


My mom had to spell my got damn name with a y…like why 😎🤣


I got my sister a wine bottle-shaped bottle opener this year for Christmas. She doesn’t drink wine. It was the first item we’ve found in 20 years that had her name on it. So she had to have it. 


My aunt got me a coke bottle made custom one year for my birthday. My name literally doesn’t exist. 


This used to be the case for people with made-up names, but nowadays the made-up names are seemingly more common. I can find Brayden and Jakxsen left right and centre, but good luck finding Robert or Steven.
What’s more annoying is that it’s my generation who are to blame.

My name is Finnish, a couple of years ago we went to Scandinavia and finally *finally* we found something with my name on it!

Right now I want to change my name
I am now looking for names because I want to change it 
: here's to all the kids who have never
 found their name on anything in a
 souvenir store
s0manyfandoms:
plink79:

wild-andfluorescent:

syddisheep:

mistressofdarkness97:

helly-watermelonsmellinfellon:

bestviralposts:
source/credit
Kay, but listen. Nowhere in the USA have I managed to find my name on anything in a shop(usually have to get custom made shit), but I go to the Bahamas for my Senior Trip and my name was on a version of each item available. WTF? 


My mom had to spell my got damn name with a y…like why 😎🤣


I got my sister a wine bottle-shaped bottle opener this year for Christmas. She doesn’t drink wine. It was the first item we’ve found in 20 years that had her name on it. So she had to have it. 


My aunt got me a coke bottle made custom one year for my birthday. My name literally doesn’t exist. 


This used to be the case for people with made-up names, but nowadays the made-up names are seemingly more common. I can find Brayden and Jakxsen left right and centre, but good luck finding Robert or Steven.
What’s more annoying is that it’s my generation who are to blame.

My name is Finnish, a couple of years ago we went to Scandinavia and finally *finally* we found something with my name on it!

Right now I want to change my name
I am now looking for names because I want to change it 

        

            
            

                
                
                    s0manyfandoms:
plink79:

wild-andfluorescent:

syddisheep:

mistressofdarkness97:

helly-watermelonsmellinfellon:

bestviralposts:
source/credit
Kay, but listen. Nowhere in the USA have I managed to find my name on anything in a shop(usually have to get custom made shit), but I go to the Bahamas for my Senior Trip and my name was on a version of each item available. WTF? 


My mom had to spell my got damn name with a y…like why 😎🤣


I got my sister a wine bottle-shaped bottle opener this year for Christmas. She doesn’t drink wine. It was the first item we’ve found in 20 years that had her name on it. So she had to have it. 


My aunt got me a coke bottle made custom one year for my birthday. My name literally doesn’t exist. 


This used to be the case for people with made-up names, but nowadays the made-up names are seemingly more common. I can find Brayden and Jakxsen left right and centre, but good luck finding Robert or Steven.
What’s more annoying is that it’s my generation who are to blame.

My name is Finnish, a couple of years ago we went to Scandinavia and finally *finally* we found something with my name on it!

Right now I want to change my name
I am now looking for names because I want to change it 
: here's to all the kids who have never
 found their name on anything in a
 souvenir store
s0manyfandoms:
plink79:

wild-andfluorescent:

syddisheep:

mistressofdarkness97:

helly-watermelonsmellinfellon:

bestviralposts:
source/credit
Kay, but listen. Nowhere in the USA have I managed to find my name on anything in a shop(usually have to get custom made shit), but I go to the Bahamas for my Senior Trip and my name was on a version of each item available. WTF? 


My mom had to spell my got damn name with a y…like why 😎🤣


I got my sister a wine bottle-shaped bottle opener this year for Christmas. She doesn’t drink wine. It was the first item we’ve found in 20 years that had her name on it. So she had to have it. 


My aunt got me a coke bottle made custom one year for my birthday. My name literally doesn’t exist. 


This used to be the case for people with made-up names, but nowadays the made-up names are seemingly more common. I can find Brayden and Jakxsen left right and centre, but good luck finding Robert or Steven.
What’s more annoying is that it’s my generation who are to blame.

My name is Finnish, a couple of years ago we went to Scandinavia and finally *finally* we found something with my name on it!

Right now I want to change my name
I am now looking for names because I want to change it 

                    
                
            

            
            
        

    

    

        
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acquaintedwithrask:

stoneandbloodandwater:

forthegothicheroine:

youkoofthelovespot:

jali-jali:

charmory:

this is the most romantic thing i’ve seen all day

No shit. That tom cat was like:
“This thorn invested wall means nothing.”
“I will gladly walk on it a thousand times over, if that means I could be with you, my lady.”
and the lady cat was all:
“My brave darling.”
OOOPS MY HAND SLIPPED!!

Suddenly my muse insisted me to draw the personification version of the last pic, and who am I to reject inspiration when it comes so willingly to me? At least this will help with the artblock issue I currently have to deal with.
Russian imperial era inspired because hot damn.
Note: I tried google reverse image (and other reverse image search engines) those photos and came up with nothing. I wish I knew the original photographer because I want to love hug him/her so hard for capturing such inspiring moments.

OMG that’s the cutest thing ever and the best courtly love ah so brilliant.

Few romantic heroes could do better.

I don’t post cats often but that illustration.

that ILLUSTRATION


I LOVE THISSS
: assasinburrito:

acquaintedwithrask:

stoneandbloodandwater:

forthegothicheroine:

youkoofthelovespot:

jali-jali:

charmory:

this is the most romantic thing i’ve seen all day

No shit. That tom cat was like:
“This thorn invested wall means nothing.”
“I will gladly walk on it a thousand times over, if that means I could be with you, my lady.”
and the lady cat was all:
“My brave darling.”
OOOPS MY HAND SLIPPED!!

Suddenly my muse insisted me to draw the personification version of the last pic, and who am I to reject inspiration when it comes so willingly to me? At least this will help with the artblock issue I currently have to deal with.
Russian imperial era inspired because hot damn.
Note: I tried google reverse image (and other reverse image search engines) those photos and came up with nothing. I wish I knew the original photographer because I want to love hug him/her so hard for capturing such inspiring moments.

OMG that’s the cutest thing ever and the best courtly love ah so brilliant.

Few romantic heroes could do better.

I don’t post cats often but that illustration.

that ILLUSTRATION


I LOVE THISSS

        

            
            

                
                
                    assasinburrito:

acquaintedwithrask:

stoneandbloodandwater:

forthegothicheroine:

youkoofthelovespot:

jali-jali:

charmory:

this is the most romantic thing i’ve seen all day

No shit. That tom cat was like:
“This thorn invested wall means nothing.”
“I will gladly walk on it a thousand times over, if that means I could be with you, my lady.”
and the lady cat was all:
“My brave darling.”
OOOPS MY HAND SLIPPED!!

Suddenly my muse insisted me to draw the personification version of the last pic, and who am I to reject inspiration when it comes so willingly to me? At least this will help with the artblock issue I currently have to deal with.
Russian imperial era inspired because hot damn.
Note: I tried google reverse image (and other reverse image search engines) those photos and came up with nothing. I wish I knew the original photographer because I want to love hug him/her so hard for capturing such inspiring moments.

OMG that’s the cutest thing ever and the best courtly love ah so brilliant.

Few romantic heroes could do better.

I don’t post cats often but that illustration.

that ILLUSTRATION


I LOVE THISSS
: assasinburrito:

acquaintedwithrask:

stoneandbloodandwater:

forthegothicheroine:

youkoofthelovespot:

jali-jali:

charmory:

this is the most romantic thing i’ve seen all day

No shit. That tom cat was like:
“This thorn invested wall means nothing.”
“I will gladly walk on it a thousand times over, if that means I could be with you, my lady.”
and the lady cat was all:
“My brave darling.”
OOOPS MY HAND SLIPPED!!

Suddenly my muse insisted me to draw the personification version of the last pic, and who am I to reject inspiration when it comes so willingly to me? At least this will help with the artblock issue I currently have to deal with.
Russian imperial era inspired because hot damn.
Note: I tried google reverse image (and other reverse image search engines) those photos and came up with nothing. I wish I knew the original photographer because I want to love hug him/her so hard for capturing such inspiring moments.

OMG that’s the cutest thing ever and the best courtly love ah so brilliant.

Few romantic heroes could do better.

I don’t post cats often but that illustration.

that ILLUSTRATION


I LOVE THISSS

                    
                
            

            
            
        

    

    

        
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        Its that time of year again: Andrew Rannells
 @AndrewRannells
 I don't think any more people
 need to record Baby It's Cold
 Outside. I think we're good there
 teachingwithcoffee
 It's time to bring an end to the Rape Anthem
 Masquerading As Christmas Carol
 bigbutterandeggman
 Hi there! Former English nerd/teacher here
 Also a big fan of jazz of the 30s and 40s
 So. Here's the thing. Given a cursory glance and
 applying today's worldview to the song, yes,
 you're right, it absolutely *sounds* like a rape
 anthem.
 BUT! Let's look closer!
 "Hey what's in this drink" was a stock joke at the
 time, and the punchline was invariably that
 there's actually pretty much nothing in the drink,
 not even a significant amount of alcohol
 See, this woman is staying late, unchaperoned,
 at a dudes house. In the 1940's, that's the kind
 of thing Good Girls aren't supposed to do-and
 she wants people to think she's a good girl. The
 woman in the song says outright, multiple
 times, that what other people will think of her
 staying is what shes really concerned about
 "the neighbors might think" "my maiden aunt's
 mind is vicious," "there's bound to be talk
 tomorrow." But she's having a really good time,
 and she wants to stay, and so she is excusing
 her uncharacteristically bold behavior (either to
 the guy or to herself) by blaming it on the drink
 -unaware that the drink is actually really weak,
 maybe not even alcoholic at all. That's the joke
 That is the standard joke that's going on when a
 woman in media from the early-to-mid 20th
 century says "hey, what's in this drink?" It is not
 a joke about how she's drunk and about to be
 raped. It's a joke about how she's perfectly
 sober and about to have awesome consensual
 sex and use the drink for plausible deniability
 because she's living in a society where women
 aren't supposed to have sexual agency
 Basically, the song only makes sense in the
 context of a society in which women are
 expected to reject mens advances whether they
 actually want to or not, and therefore it's normal
 and expected for a lady's gentleman companion
 to pressure her despite her protests, because he
 knows she would have to say that whether or
 not she meant it, and if she really wants to stay
 she won't be able to justify doing so unless he
 offers her an excuse other than "I'm staying
 because I want to." (That's the main theme of
 the man's lines in the song, suggesting excuses
 she can use when people ask later why she
 spent the night at his house: it was so cold out,
 there were no cabs available, he simply insisted
 because he was concerned about my safety in
 such awful weather, it was perfectly innocent
 and definitely not about sex at all!) In this
 particular case, he's pretty clearly right, because
 the woman has a voice, and she's using it to
 give all the culturally-understood signals that
 she actually does want to stay but can't say so
 She states explicitly that she's resisting because
 shes supposed to, not because she wants to: "I
 ought to say no no no..." She states explicitly
 that she's just putting up a token resistance so
 she'll be able to claim later that she did whats
 expected of a decent woman in this situation:
 "at least I'm gonna say that I tried." And at the
 end of the song they're singing together, in
 harmony, because they're both on the same
 page and they have been all along
 So it's not actually a song about rape in fact it's
 a song about a woman finding a way to exercise
 sexual agency in a patriarchal society designed
 to stop her from doing so. But it's also, at the
 same time, one of the best illustrations of rape
 culture that pop culture has ever produced. It's a
 song about a society where women aren't
 allowed to say yes..which happens to mean it's
 also a society where women don't have a clear
 and unambiguous way to say no
 Source: matchingvnecks #baby it's cold outside
 #not about rape #so tired of having to explain this on
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                    Its that time of year again: Andrew Rannells
 @AndrewRannells
 I don't think any more people
 need to record Baby It's Cold
 Outside. I think we're good there
 teachingwithcoffee
 It's time to bring an end to the Rape Anthem
 Masquerading As Christmas Carol
 bigbutterandeggman
 Hi there! Former English nerd/teacher here
 Also a big fan of jazz of the 30s and 40s
 So. Here's the thing. Given a cursory glance and
 applying today's worldview to the song, yes,
 you're right, it absolutely *sounds* like a rape
 anthem.
 BUT! Let's look closer!
 "Hey what's in this drink" was a stock joke at the
 time, and the punchline was invariably that
 there's actually pretty much nothing in the drink,
 not even a significant amount of alcohol
 See, this woman is staying late, unchaperoned,
 at a dudes house. In the 1940's, that's the kind
 of thing Good Girls aren't supposed to do-and
 she wants people to think she's a good girl. The
 woman in the song says outright, multiple
 times, that what other people will think of her
 staying is what shes really concerned about
 "the neighbors might think" "my maiden aunt's
 mind is vicious," "there's bound to be talk
 tomorrow." But she's having a really good time,
 and she wants to stay, and so she is excusing
 her uncharacteristically bold behavior (either to
 the guy or to herself) by blaming it on the drink
 -unaware that the drink is actually really weak,
 maybe not even alcoholic at all. That's the joke
 That is the standard joke that's going on when a
 woman in media from the early-to-mid 20th
 century says "hey, what's in this drink?" It is not
 a joke about how she's drunk and about to be
 raped. It's a joke about how she's perfectly
 sober and about to have awesome consensual
 sex and use the drink for plausible deniability
 because she's living in a society where women
 aren't supposed to have sexual agency
 Basically, the song only makes sense in the
 context of a society in which women are
 expected to reject mens advances whether they
 actually want to or not, and therefore it's normal
 and expected for a lady's gentleman companion
 to pressure her despite her protests, because he
 knows she would have to say that whether or
 not she meant it, and if she really wants to stay
 she won't be able to justify doing so unless he
 offers her an excuse other than "I'm staying
 because I want to." (That's the main theme of
 the man's lines in the song, suggesting excuses
 she can use when people ask later why she
 spent the night at his house: it was so cold out,
 there were no cabs available, he simply insisted
 because he was concerned about my safety in
 such awful weather, it was perfectly innocent
 and definitely not about sex at all!) In this
 particular case, he's pretty clearly right, because
 the woman has a voice, and she's using it to
 give all the culturally-understood signals that
 she actually does want to stay but can't say so
 She states explicitly that she's resisting because
 shes supposed to, not because she wants to: "I
 ought to say no no no..." She states explicitly
 that she's just putting up a token resistance so
 she'll be able to claim later that she did whats
 expected of a decent woman in this situation:
 "at least I'm gonna say that I tried." And at the
 end of the song they're singing together, in
 harmony, because they're both on the same
 page and they have been all along
 So it's not actually a song about rape in fact it's
 a song about a woman finding a way to exercise
 sexual agency in a patriarchal society designed
 to stop her from doing so. But it's also, at the
 same time, one of the best illustrations of rape
 culture that pop culture has ever produced. It's a
 song about a society where women aren't
 allowed to say yes..which happens to mean it's
 also a society where women don't have a clear
 and unambiguous way to say no
 Source: matchingvnecks #baby it's cold outside
 #not about rape #so tired of having to explain this on
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That is CRIMINAL to send him back! 
That judge must be republican






Yo if a child is crying this hard and begging not to go back to their mother’s house, SOMETHING IS CLEARLY WRONG. Protect the kids, man. Smh…. 


Oh no… my heart aches 


Poor baby, hurts me bc this is everyday shit…


This shit fucked me up…..


I always tell myself not to watch these things but always end up watching them  crying  feeling like a horrible person because I want to help so bad but I know I can’t. Ugh I really hope they fix this  help this child 


There’s a website in the notes: helpussavemikey.com
According to this, the dad got in trouble for illegally taking Mikey to Massachusetts without checking with the Illinois judge. They’re trying to terminate the dad’s parental rights because they’re claiming he kidnapped his kid- that he had primary custody of- and instead returning him to his mom who not only demonstrably physically abused him, but it running a fucking meth house. It’s fucking wild. 
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last-bi-in-town:

blackqueerblog:



That is CRIMINAL to send him back! 
That judge must be republican






Yo if a child is crying this hard and begging not to go back to their mother’s house, SOMETHING IS CLEARLY WRONG. Protect the kids, man. Smh…. 


Oh no… my heart aches 


Poor baby, hurts me bc this is everyday shit…


This shit fucked me up…..


I always tell myself not to watch these things but always end up watching them  crying  feeling like a horrible person because I want to help so bad but I know I can’t. Ugh I really hope they fix this  help this child 


There’s a website in the notes: helpussavemikey.com
According to this, the dad got in trouble for illegally taking Mikey to Massachusetts without checking with the Illinois judge. They’re trying to terminate the dad’s parental rights because they’re claiming he kidnapped his kid- that he had primary custody of- and instead returning him to his mom who not only demonstrably physically abused him, but it running a fucking meth house. It’s fucking wild. 
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                    crush-the-matriarchy:
bitterseafigtree:

thelovelybones124:


fuckcornflakes:


locallostgyal:


neonblak:


last-bi-in-town:

blackqueerblog:



That is CRIMINAL to send him back! 
That judge must be republican






Yo if a child is crying this hard and begging not to go back to their mother’s house, SOMETHING IS CLEARLY WRONG. Protect the kids, man. Smh…. 


Oh no… my heart aches 


Poor baby, hurts me bc this is everyday shit…


This shit fucked me up…..


I always tell myself not to watch these things but always end up watching them  crying  feeling like a horrible person because I want to help so bad but I know I can’t. Ugh I really hope they fix this  help this child 


There’s a website in the notes: helpussavemikey.com
According to this, the dad got in trouble for illegally taking Mikey to Massachusetts without checking with the Illinois judge. They’re trying to terminate the dad’s parental rights because they’re claiming he kidnapped his kid- that he had primary custody of- and instead returning him to his mom who not only demonstrably physically abused him, but it running a fucking meth house. It’s fucking wild. 
Home | Help Us Save Mikey


Please, please sign the petition and help in any way you can 
: crush-the-matriarchy:
bitterseafigtree:

thelovelybones124:


fuckcornflakes:


locallostgyal:


neonblak:


last-bi-in-town:

blackqueerblog:



That is CRIMINAL to send him back! 
That judge must be republican






Yo if a child is crying this hard and begging not to go back to their mother’s house, SOMETHING IS CLEARLY WRONG. Protect the kids, man. Smh…. 


Oh no… my heart aches 


Poor baby, hurts me bc this is everyday shit…


This shit fucked me up…..


I always tell myself not to watch these things but always end up watching them  crying  feeling like a horrible person because I want to help so bad but I know I can’t. Ugh I really hope they fix this  help this child 


There’s a website in the notes: helpussavemikey.com
According to this, the dad got in trouble for illegally taking Mikey to Massachusetts without checking with the Illinois judge. They’re trying to terminate the dad’s parental rights because they’re claiming he kidnapped his kid- that he had primary custody of- and instead returning him to his mom who not only demonstrably physically abused him, but it running a fucking meth house. It’s fucking wild. 
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        srsfunny:Some Men Want To See The World Demystified: Myths About Men That Need
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 1.
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 your brains out. I will cuddle you so good
 you will walk funny the next day
 2. We're not all emotionally stunted, sex
 driven idiots who think that women are
 some enigma
 3. Men are worse parents, and less
 nurturing, than women
 4. Just because I need to be physically
 attracted to a girl I'd like to date doesn't
 imply I only like girls for their looks
 5. That if we like kids, we're pedophiles.
 6. "Men shouldn't cry." Screw you, I ain't
 made out of stone
 7. That men cannot ever be victims of
 sexual assault.
 8. That men cannot ever be the victims of
 domestic abuse by a female partner.
 9. That men can't be affectionate, we just
 fake it for sex.
 10. That we don't get harshly judged for our
 appearance, and specifically our height.
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 to bone you
 12. That, as a man and father, I'm incapable
 of changing diapers, feeding and
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 13. Ladies, really, we have no idea what we
 did. Stop being mad and explain
 14. Commercials make us look like bumbling
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 15. When women say we ALL stereotype
 women, which is really them
 stereotyping men
 16. That men think about sex every 7
 seconds
 I/. All men like sports
 18. That by being sexually attracted to you,
 we are somehow dehumanizing you, or
 objectifying you. This can happen, but it
 is not an automatic consequence of a
 man's sexuality
 19. Having a boner doesn't always mean
 that we're excited, it can just happen for
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 us more perverted than you girls!
 20. That enjoying effeminate things and
 enjoying women are mutually exclusive
srsfunny:Some Men Want To See The World Demystified
        

            
            

                
                
                    srsfunny:Some Men Want To See The World Demystified: Myths About Men That Need
 To Be Eradicated
 1.
 That we don't like cuddlin'. I will cuddle
 your brains out. I will cuddle you so good
 you will walk funny the next day
 2. We're not all emotionally stunted, sex
 driven idiots who think that women are
 some enigma
 3. Men are worse parents, and less
 nurturing, than women
 4. Just because I need to be physically
 attracted to a girl I'd like to date doesn't
 imply I only like girls for their looks
 5. That if we like kids, we're pedophiles.
 6. "Men shouldn't cry." Screw you, I ain't
 made out of stone
 7. That men cannot ever be victims of
 sexual assault.
 8. That men cannot ever be the victims of
 domestic abuse by a female partner.
 9. That men can't be affectionate, we just
 fake it for sex.
 10. That we don't get harshly judged for our
 appearance, and specifically our height.
 11. I'm not talking to you just because I want
 to bone you
 12. That, as a man and father, I'm incapable
 of changing diapers, feeding and
 nurturing my children, taking my kids to
 the park, am generally clueless when it
 comes to making decisions about
 household matters, can't grocery shop,
 can't sew or cook, and generally have no
 clue what to do with my
 kids/house/money
 13. Ladies, really, we have no idea what we
 did. Stop being mad and explain
 14. Commercials make us look like bumbling
 idiots who can't dress ourselves.
 15. When women say we ALL stereotype
 women, which is really them
 stereotyping men
 16. That men think about sex every 7
 seconds
 I/. All men like sports
 18. That by being sexually attracted to you,
 we are somehow dehumanizing you, or
 objectifying you. This can happen, but it
 is not an automatic consequence of a
 man's sexuality
 19. Having a boner doesn't always mean
 that we're excited, it can just happen for
 no goddamn reason and it doesn't make
 us more perverted than you girls!
 20. That enjoying effeminate things and
 enjoying women are mutually exclusive
srsfunny:Some Men Want To See The World Demystified
                    
                
            

            
            
        

    

    

        
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