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YOU ARE THE REASON
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@caelumaviis
muselexum.
The owl girl! And she still carried around that guitar!
“It’s you!” She said, throwing an arm over what the Whitebeard Pirates had once decided as their honorary crewmate. “Where’ve you been hiding?”
“Huuuhuhuhu!!!” Asteria laughed as Akane wrapped her healthy arm around her shoulders, hugging her old friend right back. “I've been mappin' the stars above Amazon Lily! What've you been up to?! Tell me all about your adventures!”
CHIRP CHIRP
[Silva sees another bird. Must communicate.]
CHIRP CHIRPS RIGHT BACK!!!
“Yoi! You’ve been askin’ for me?”
Asteria, watching all my other muses just fucking going through it right now™:
“...Maybe it’s good that I stick to the heavens instead of the sea.”
Double Framed Sextant (1810-1860) by Troughton and Simms of London, England. Australian National Maritime Museum, Sydney
BIRD PARTY TIME
“BIRDS!!!!”
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guess who's drawing birb
(its me, I'm drawing birb)
ive evolved a specialized beak that allows me to open any childproof container
Sextant, owend by E.H. Callaghan who was probably an American seaman (The lapel in the case is inscribed with Samuel Thaxter & Sonof Boston), and likely a Captain, ship owner or Officer of some importance or wealth, c. 1830
These special sextant can be attributed to Janet Taylor (because of the inscription Taylor 103 Minores London on the arc), one of only two women involved in the developing science of celestial navigation in the 19th century. Mrs. Taylor wrote and published some of the groundbreaking books and monographs with extensive tables and instructions on establishing positions at sea using celestial navigation instruments. She also founded a Nautical Academy, next to her store in 103 Minores Street London to teach young seaman aspiring to careers at sea.
𝑺𝑪𝑬𝑵𝑨𝑹𝑰𝑶 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺.
↬ OF MERMAIDS, MASQUERADES AND MAGIC.
scenarios inspired by various settings, encounters & magic tucked between pages, fashioned by the author. tw for drowning mentions.
+ feel free to change pronouns / roles !
MERMAIDS.
‘ beyond the winds and past the shores, strange magic lurks about. ’
‘ will you go to the lagoon with me ? it’s unsafe to go alone. ’
‘ they say a siren’s call alone can drown a man before she swallows him. ’
‘ quick ! cover your ears. ’
‘ what did you imagine as you heard the song ? ’
‘ i can feel a voice like claws sinking beneath my skin. ’
‘ one can pray to the ocean, but the waters answer in strange tongues. ’
‘ careful, or we’ll hit the reef. ’
‘ the sea-folk are flighty as their fins, and illusive as shimmering scales. ’
‘ i should like to find myself a sailor fit for a feast. ’
‘ sometimes i wish there was more than the endless waves. ’
‘ do you see that ? there, beneath the surface ? ’
‘ that’s no fish, and no woman either. ’
‘ what lies off the edge of the map ? ’
‘ the sea has monsters, but beauties too. ’
‘ i’ve heard that merfolk make bargains, and trade in the ocean’s magic. ’
‘ i’ve never seen a pearl like this one. ’
‘ the ship will go down if we don’t turn about ! ’
‘ what is that, out there on the rocks ? ’
‘ won’t you listen to my song ? ’
‘ mermaids love shiny things. keep a careful eye on yours. ’
‘ if we hide in the kelp, we might see them as they pass. ’
‘ i’ve heard the tales. to catch you means to gain a granted wish. ’
‘ i’ve never seen your likeness, only heard the myths. ’
‘ come with me, beneath the sea and foam, and be mine. ’
‘ some of us live in the ocean, others in rivers and streams and even trees. ’
‘ falling in love with a human is an old tale. tell me a new one. ’
‘ so you gave up your fin for legs ? ’
‘ soon i will be nothing but seafoam. ’
‘ what is a heart, but an ocean of secrets ? ’
‘ you’d let yourself be undone and remade for someone you’ve never known. that is not love. ’
‘ let your dreams sink to the depths. they’ve done you no good. ’
MASQUERADES.
‘ i’ve never seen so many unfamiliar faces. ’
‘ he’s / she’s / they’ve been looking at me all evening. ’
‘ would you do me the honor of a dance ? ’
‘ neither of us need know the other tonight. i prefer the mystery. ’
‘ your choice of costume is rather extravagant. ’
‘ what fun would it be, if i took this off ? ’
‘ i’m certain we’ve met before. ’
‘ i’ve always longed for a night like this. it’s something out of a dream. ’
‘ won’t you come away with me ? there’s a balcony just outside. ’
‘ i’m inclined to think we’ve never met before, and perhaps will never meet again after tonight. ’
‘ you look like you know how to waltz. care to ? ’
‘ i must stand up with someone this evening, and i don’t see why it can’t be you. ’
‘ would you stop staring so intently ? what do you think to find ? ’
‘ i’ll stop bothering you if you agree to dance with me. ’
‘ please take it off. i want to see you. ’
‘ i’ve never been to a masque before. ’
‘ it seems our attire makes opposites of us. ’
‘ i’ve never seen a more hideous costume than that one. ’
‘ i can’t stay much longer. you see, i’m not supposed to be here at all. ’
‘ you’ll never know who i am. ’
‘ people like you always make a fool of me. ’
‘ oh. i thought you were someone else. ’
‘ i’ll give you three chances to guess who i am. ’
‘ the next time i offer you my hand, you’ll get more than a dance from me. ’
‘ i’ve wanted to dance beneath stars like these for as long as i can remember. ’
‘ what do you look like ? ’
‘ that look in your eyes tells me all i need to know. ’
‘ you won’t like what you’ll see. ’
‘ i recognize your voice. ’
‘ you’ll know the truth before the night is up. ’
‘ i’ve heard the darkest of dances are the best for falling in love to. ’
‘ you don’t know it now, but we’re friends already. ’
‘ can’t we pretend a little while longer ? ’
‘ it’s when the party is over that we learn to know each other most. ’
‘ happily ever after can’t come so easily as a single night dancing. ’
MAGIC.
‘ i’ve caught you. you have to undo the spell for me now. ’
‘ think carefully before asking for something well beyond the reach of mortal power. ’
‘ i think i know a spell for that. ’
‘ i can’t help you. but there are people in other worlds, in the moors and hills and trees, that might. ’
‘ you must gather the necessary ingredients for such a potion. ’
‘ true love is never the answer to the riddle. not when so much as life and death is at stake. ’
‘ i’ve found and made my way here by right. you can’t deny me the answers i seek. ’
‘ be warned: monsters hide between the trees and whisper in magic tongues. ’
‘ it always makes a fraction of sense to be careful what you wish for. ’
‘ i’ve been turned into an unsightly creature, and i need a way of turning back. ’
‘ not all magical stories happen in castles, or cottages in the wood. ’
‘ preposterous. magic and sorcery do not exist but in the minds of superstitious fools. ’
‘ get back from that cauldron ! it’s dangerous. ’
‘ i don’t mess with things like candles and the stars and the moon after dark. it never ends well. ’
‘ i am something ancient. my name has been forgotten by mortal mouths and is found only in their oldest texts. ’
‘ not all fairy helpers are kind, and not all villains are ugly, or even cruel. ’
‘ if you want my help, you must earn it. ’
‘ is this something i could learn ? ’
‘ i don’t want to be ordinary, and i don’t care what the risks are. ’
‘ you think to put a curse on me ? i will spend my life defying it. ’
‘ stay back, witch, and keep your spells from sneaking past your lips. ’
‘ you must chain a magician in more than metal or rope if you wish to stop them. ’
‘ that’s a parlor trick. show me real magic. ’
‘ only you can break the spell. it is something you are meant for. ’
‘ fate is nothing but an illusion placed in our heads, that we might follow the words of others and not our own intentions. ’
‘ whatever has brought me here, i cannot turn back now. ’
‘ soon the clock will strike, and nothing more might be done. ’
‘ magic requires taking in order to give. it will keep demanding parts of you. ’
the terror (2018) + scientific and navigational instruments
i love my ocs i dont care if they have dumb names and are dumb i still love them
Astronomical clock by Jacopo de' Dondi, 1344, replica built at Torre dell'Orologio, Padua in 1428
@caelumaviis / akane starters (closed)
It hadn’t been long since the Moby Dick had welcomed a surprise guest. The lone traveler landed on the ship earlier that day, claiming she needed to rest her wings. Luckily for her, the Whitebeard Pirates weren’t exactly known for throwing random women in need overboard, and instead received a rather friendly welcome.
The crew’s strength, and confidence in their strength, played a large part in how they treated strangers on board. There was no need for chains or interrogations when there was almost nothing that could bring them harm. Akane had been on the other side of that not too long ago herself, the ex-marine originally flabbergasted that they would allow her to wander freely.
She slid into the bench across from the wanderer. A large plate of food was in front of the woman and her guitar case rested against the dinner table. “Hey, Asteria right? There’s been a lot of chatter about you.” She greeted, putting a friendly smile on her face. Their conversation was just one of many that filled the large mess hall, everyone’s voices melting into a pleasant ambiance.
A little puddle of rainwater accumulated in the common area of the Moby Dick, drops lazily dripping down from the soaked fisherman's smock resting on the bench. Right next to it, Asteria gobbled the food on her plate up as fast as she could, having developed quite a considerable appetite after flying for so many hours on end without rest. The lean muscles on her arms were painfully sore, the beaten-up guitar case that was now resting against the long communal table having gotten quite heavy during her journey.
Thankfully, the Whitebeard Pirates had embraced her with open arms when hearing about her plight. As she wiped her mouth with the back of her sleeve, she sent the stars a silent thanks for guiding her way to these pirates. Their hospitality was extraordinary, and the warm chatter filling the galley was lively and rowdy and absolutely wonderful. It reminded her of late evenings spent in Baterilla‘s harbor bars, listening to the sailors and fishermen telling drunken tales of maritime splendors.
She looked up from her plate of food as another pirate slid into the bench opposite hers. A bright grin spread out on her face. She gulped down her mouthful of rice and stood up, reaching her hand across the table to shake hers in hearty greeting. “Oh, aye! I imagine ya don’t get hitchhikers droppin‘ from the skies often!“ she laughed, plopping back down on the bench again. “You guys are bein’ too generous — 'm just glad yer Pops didn’t decide to throw me overboard,“ she mumbled between shoveling another spoonful into her mouth, hand already reaching for another plate that got placed down in front of her. “What’s your name, red?“
