Baribus Thatch

Sweep. Salt. Servant. Leer. Loyal subject to the Haacobin Empire The Leer || The Heiress Explicarium || The Verse Pamphlets || Laws Of Our Beloved Benefactor

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OOC: Moving House

//Alrighty!

//So I know I’ve been considerably absent from this blog and many of my others, but since I don’t want to let these muses go, I’ve decided to move house over to my new multi-muse blog, @worldsandmuses​! I don’t intend to have a lot of muses on that blog, but I will be much more active with Baribus and Lavinia there! I’m looking forward to getting more into Bari’s muse again and with it being attached to my new main rp blog, @pawnshopsouls​, it’ll be much easier for me to access, rp, and post things both from desktop & from mobile.

//If any of you would still like to follow & interact with Baribus & Vini, please feel free to follow me there! I may even add my boy, James Philandous Hebers to the mix as well!

//Note: Due to the habit of Pornblogs taking old usernames so that old reblogs will link back to them, I won’t be changing any blog names - only the header which will announce that this blog has moved and left a link for partners -new and old- to follow.

//Once again, thank you all for taking such an interest in my muses and making my stay on this blog so much fun, and I hope to see you at my new blog!

[leerofthevinegaroons-a]

OOC: Moving House

//Alrighty!

//So I know I’ve been considerably absent from this blog and many of my others, but since I don’t want to let these muses go, I’ve decided to move house over to my new multi-muse blog, @worldsandmuses​! I don’t intend to have a lot of muses on that blog, but I will be much more active with Baribus and Lavinia there! I’m looking forward to getting more into Bari’s muse again and with it being attached to my new main rp blog, @pawnshopsouls​, it’ll be much easier for me to access, rp, and post things both from desktop & from mobile.

//If any of you would still like to follow & interact with Baribus & Vini, please feel free to follow me there! I may even add my boy, James Philandous Hebers to the mix as well!

//Note: Due to the habit of Pornblogs taking old usernames so that old reblogs will link back to them, I won’t be changing any blog names - only the header which will announce that this blog has moved and left a link for partners -new and old- to follow.

//Once again, thank you all for taking such an interest in my muses and making my stay on this blog so much fun, and I hope to see you at my new blog!

[leerofthevinegaroons-a]

There came a low, predatory rattle as the shelled creature climbed down from his ledge and Theodore approached his friend’s personal affects. He was sure now that the sailor didn’t recognize him. After all, why would he assume himself as rescuing his friend’s belongings if he knew he was in the presence of his friend himself.

The creature sidestepped over to the blanketed nest of moss and gently set the violin upon it. Sad to say, its case had been lost to the tides when he’d first retrieved it and had begun to play again. However, that didn’t mean he had no way of caring for the delicate instrument, an instrument from his days as an everyman which he’d fight to protect.

“These belong to me,” the nadder rasped, strapping on the holster of his rapier. “And friend or not, I’ll not let you have them.” 

It seemed that as beastly as this sea-dwelling creature was, he still intended to defend his property as a gentleman.

[toodamnloyal]

Groves nearly jumped out of his skin. The shadows themselves seemed to shift and one detached from the ceiling with a soul-searing growl. From outside in the sun, it had looked like something from one of his hallucinations, but down in the cave with shifting light and dusk, his fractured psyche saw a demon.

What had started as one of the better days was sliding downhill quickly and he gripped the saber hilt even tighter. His left hand, the free one, rested on the evil box possessively. “To you?” Despite the lack of sensation, an imagined chill ran down his spine. “They’re Mister Thatch’s.” Yet, the dark and overly bright eyes focused on the scabbard. 

It clinked and rattled while buckled around the monster’s waist and was seemingly the only solid thing beside the sethenicon under Theodore’s hand. Everything else pulsed, waved a bit like the mirages far out on the water. He clung a little harder to the evil box. He didn’t understand what the demon was talking about, about the items belonging to it, about who was a friend. 

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The sailor’s words confirmed that he neither knew nor recognized the nadder as the long-time friend he once was, but his expression and posture continued to confirm what he already knew. The man wasn’t well. The way he clung to his Sthenicon, an object he’d previously regarded with fear and suspicion - an evil box it was often called, and eyed his scabbard left Manse wondering if more was not at play here.

He stared at Groves through his helm a moment, mulling over his new discoveries, before turning away with a huff. He couldn’t fight Theodore. Even with the blasted Sthenicon in his hands, the laggard couldn’t fight him. With a mental kick, the nadder returned to the bed roll he’d stepped over and sat down.

“Sit down, Groves,” he rattled, making himself comfortable. “Sit down before your legs decide the land is more treacherous than a deck at sea.” 

He looked up from his nest and watched the sailor for his response. Aggression had made the sailor more unsteady, fearful, and slightly possessive of the leer’s belongings. Perhaps if the sailor settled in peace, his mind would clear and he would leave the laggard’s affects alone.

[purgefails]

Your blog was hacked: what to do?

If you see weird pics of ladies with dubious links posted on your blog out of the blue, here’s a step by step way of stopping this and preventing it from happening again that I think might work.

Important : this only works if you can still access your blog!

Changing your password is important, but it won’t do you any good if your hacker still has an opened session on your blog and can still access it. So the first thing you wanna do is close your hacker’s session.

For that you need to go in your blog’s settings:

On the new page opened, scroll all the way down. There, you can see something called “Active Sessions“. The first and oldest one (”current session” in green) should be yours, the new one should be the hacker’s session. To close your hacker’s session, click the gray X next to it.

Now that their session is closed, they can’t access your blog anymore unless they enter the password again.

So don’t lose time, go all the way back up and change your password immediately. Make also sure your hacker didn’t change your email address.

Now you should be safe from your hacker. But it won’t prevent you from getting hacked again.

If you really want to be safe from hackers, you should turn on the “Two-factor authentification” option (on the same page).

It requires you to enter your phone number, which is a bummer. But if it’s turned on, everytime you wanna log on (so not if your session is already opened, but only if you log off and try to log on again), it will send a code on your phone that you’ll have to enter (in addition to having a password).

That way if someone tries to hack you again, even if they get your password right, they won’t be able to enter your blog without having that code.

There it is. I hope it will help some of you, since I see more and more people noticing blogs being hacked

[white-bouquet]

with light about the massive wave of bot-hacking i’m seeing, please do this and keep your blog and all of your personal information secure!

[toodamnloyal]

"Theodore, I had an uneasy feeling a time ago and I came to check on you. Is everything alright?" In the realm of monster hunting, it was almost always best to follow one's instincts and Baribus's had been keenly sharpened by his time in Altgird and the Vinegar Seas.

Previously he’d been a shape shifter, only partially human and with the ability to become a swift flying bird. That curious and clever nature was part of his human identity as well, sometimes blurring a line that didn’t really exist. When fed upon by his former captain, and transformed into a vampire, half of that identity was ripped out. The feathers had fallen out of his hair, it no longer stuck up in a hundred directions and no more soft downy quills poked through. He’d always been tanned as well, testament to the hours spent outdoors every day.

The young man that Baribus saw certainly reflected that half of himself had been ripped away. With little identity left, instinct played a massive roll in his functioning, and made him nearly feral. Baribus was heard long before he appeared at the door. He brought with him the pungent scents of his career, and it set the instincts of the fledgling vampire alight. He was cornered, and with little self control over the urge and the need to hunt and kill. 

With pupils blown wide he watched the Leer enter. Immediately the young vampire heard the man’s heart, heard the blood in his veins, could smell it mixed with the salt and ocean. Theodore’s mouth flooded with saliva. He was also certain that Thatch came because he knew, and was there to fulfill his duty. “Uneasy feeling? And you came all the way from Altgird for it?” Panic mixed with hunger, both driving toward a desire to kill the laggard.

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Gold and green locked onto the sailor, Theodore’s posture and tone causing the leer’s stomach to clench. He no longer sported his usual feathers or downy quills, but instead had a wild look about him. Baribus held up a hand, hoping to calm his old friend as he assessed him.

“I was already passing through town when the feeling happened,” he answered, trying to keep his tone as calming as possible. “I was intending to visit you in the morning but I feared something had happened to you. It looks like my instincts were correct.”

The leer kept his eyes on the sailor, taking in every inch of him as his mind raced for a verdict. Possession? Attack? Illness? Curse? With his eyes, he could see a kind of unnatural pallor beneath sailor’s usually warm tan, as if he’d taken extremely ill. And his expression—hunger and fear, something he’d only seen on small bogles and demons he’d been sent to get rid of. And the feeling he got looking at him was nothing short of threwdish! Even a common man would be able to tell something was wrong with him.

“Theodore,” he began again, taking a cautious step forward. “I’m here to help. But I need to know what’s happened. Has someone hurt you? Has something hurt you?”

[valtsv]

dude get your fucking flashlight out of my face i can't see shit

[valtsv]

i don't care if "my eyes are glowing" and "humans can't do that", turn off your fucking torch and stop screaming you idiot

[leerofthevinegaroons-a]

*wave wave* owo

//HEYYYYY! :DDD *Tackle hugs!* Nice ta see ya again!!!

[leerofthevinegaroons-a]

Consider: At night as the exhibits wake up, the tablet also makes baribus hunan again. as the sun rises and they all become dormant, he becomes a sea monster again.

//OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

//ANON YOU HAVE MY FULL ATTENTION

@toodamnloyal​ HAVE YOU SEEN THIS???

//Bari getting to become Human would be AMAZING!!!

//But would the transformation back be painful or would it be like Barbosa and his skeleton crew stepping into moonlight, showing him as he really is???

//IMAGINE THE POOR SECURITY GUARDS RUNNING INTO HIM AT NIGHT, THINKING HE’S ONE OF THE MANNEQUINS, BUT THEN FINDING THIS ABSOLUTE FISH MONSTER THING IN THE BASEMENT. TALK ABOUT FREAK OUT OF THE CENTURY!!!!

//OH MAN I am SO up for this

//I AM SO UP FOR THIS MARVELOUS POTENTIAL OF FLUFF AND ANGST!!!

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//Also, for anyone wondering where I’ve been, I do have a few other blogs - @worldsandfeathers and @pawnshopsouls . 

//Although I spend most of my time on Pawnshopsouls, tonight’s mood has been very Baribus so here I am! If anyone wants to chat with me ooc, I also have my discord available to mutuals! I don’t use skype anymore so if you want to get in contact with me, Discord is the best way. ^u^ b

//Please feel free to bother me there because I love plotting and discussing character/story/thread shenanigans, and it honestly brightens my day when anyone wants to interact with any of my ocs - especially Bari.~

//Thanks for reading & I hope you all have a fantastic night!

[apostatehamster]

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[leerofthevinegaroons-a]

Night Terrors Part 3

“Baribus!” Still seated in a tangle of arms and legs where he’d fallen from his chair, Theodore shouted after his friend. He recalled the nightmare in horrible vivid detail, it had only just now faded from his vision so he could see the Leer standing before him. He’d opened his eyes and it was Davy Jones there, stepped out of his mind and standing before him ready for a final judgement, a horrible choice between death or eternal servitude to loose himself aboard the Dutchman and the torture that waited there. 

And he’d answered, death before that horror. 

Except that it wasn’t Jones standing there, it was Baribus - who was already suffering in such a manner. And it was Baribus who thought that his last friend was repulsed by him. 

The heavy door slammed in the wake of the Leer and before the echo had faded Groves sprang up from the floor and dove for it intending to chase after his friend. In that way he had though Baribus had vanished. There were plenty of confused and shaken museum inhabitants that were more than happy to point the sailor on his way as he descended through the many floors and twisted his way around the halls of the building in search of him. It was likely that the former sailor was heading for his basement dwelling but just in case, in case he wouldn’t even allow himself  to remain within the building, Theodore made sure to stop at each junction and ask for direction.

Eventually he was standing before the door of the basement. It was tall, solid, and though the reality of it was only one more door out of many, anxiety made it imposing. Nothing had changed since only that evening when he’d gone down into the cellar in order to wake his friend, but now he felt like the month or so ago when there had been a monster lurking down there. This time there were no Civil War mannequins at his back and he knew - hoped he knew - what awaited down there. The wax sailor heaved a breath and pushed through the heavy door. 

“Mister Thatch?  …. Baribus?” God but it was dark. Before tramping down the stairs he brush a hand over the wall until finding a switch. The bulbs buzzed, a few flickered and emitted a dim glow but it was still dark. At least he could find the stairs now. 

Was that a hiss? A growl? 

Theodore stopped, he was only halfway down the short flight. Maybe this was a horrible idea. He swallowed and tried to pierce those shadows that lurked between the shelves, crates, boxes, piles. No sign of his friend other than the imagination - hopefully just imagination - of the disapproving hisses of an angry nadder. Very carefully he crept to the bottom of the stairs and stood there wringing the hem of his shirt between his hands. By now his clothes were quite rumbled from the mistreatment of that nervous habit. “I truly am sorry.“ 

He ducked his head, there were only a few minutes before daylight and this apology, explanation, plea, whatever it was needed to be said if only he could get his thoughts to behave! To stop being so frantic and just align so he could say them!

“Please Mister Thatch, we’ve been friends for so long. I don’t mean to hurt you in such a way. I … I thought that you were Jones. When I woke again, I didn’t see you. Please, I don’t wish you to leave thinking that I could ever hate you, could be so fearful.” Precious moments were taken to stop and look around again and venture further into the dark that wasn’t reached by the pitiful lights, “Baribus? … I -” Whatever the last sentence it was cut off by the rays breaking over the shadows of the surrounding buildings.

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For a long time since his transformation, Baribus had had frequent spells of despair and self-loathing - some so intense that only raking his claws against something could release the horrible tension and repulsion he felt. This had developed a terrible habit of clawing not only his surroundings but his helm as well. Granted, he shed his helm every few decades and regrew a new one, but the habit remained. Even now his sharp, shelled claws dug at the polished surface of his helm, desperate to ease the pain inside him with other forms to focus on.

It was the sound of the basement door opening that finally roused the nadder’s faculties, eliciting an angry warning hiss. The nadder side of him didn’t want to be with people now. Not after being so wounded by his only friend. But the footsteps persisted, goading the leer’s bogle instincts into gear. Slowly, he crept along the shelves and boxes, careful to keep out of sight as Theodore ventured down into the dark. The was figure could not produce the smell of fear, but the nervous rumpling of his hem and the nervous manner of his speech gave it away. He was afraid and Manse was furious.

He was almost ready to jump out and confront the sailor in the most boglish way possible when Groves spoke. He explained the dream, the name Jones ringing a bell. Who was Jones? How did he relate to Theodore? If he were telling the truth, then that would mean this Jones person must’ve struck some terror into the man before his death. 

Jones... jones...

Then a voice came to the leer’s mind that made him balk. 

‘Baribus Thatch,’ said the strange Scottish burr, ‘do yeh fear death?’

The words chilled him to his bones. He remembered Jones. He remembered the deal he’d made for Lavinia’s safety and his short time onboard before being —in a way—rescued by the head of the EITC, a trading partner of the Heraldy Shipping Co. He’d been deemed “a valuable asset to the company” better suited for what he did best than working and becoming a monster on the rotting, barnacle ridden Dutchman.

“You... know Jones?” Baribus asked and felt his anger melt away. How could he have doubted his friend, the only one who had tried to make things comfortable for him here at the museum? Didn’t he himself know that Davy Jones was a terrifying sight to behold? And did Theodore not also participate in that most heinous of pirate wars in which Jones was a part of and in which his own commodore had been slain by that very nadder captain? 

Would that not be a night vision to be terrified of?

The wretched vinegaroon stepped forward, lifting a clawed hand. “Theodore—” he managed, but it was too late. The sun had taken his friend and he could no more talk with this wax statue than he could a dead fish. Letting out a sigh, Baribus sat down in front of the sailor and stared up at his waxy face. 

“I’m sorry, Theodore,” he murmured, his breath rasping gently. “I’m so sorry.”

[leerofthevinegaroons-a]

Lad, being a dramatic little lizard, keened. The little one's wings flopped away from his body and he dropped his head from his friend's shoulder down to his chest instead. A cramping sense of hunger radiated from the dragonet. -Not enough- Lad whined. He slid his way off of the detective's shoulder and onto the desk in front of the man. Like a cat the lizard stretched his body and began rubbing his soft skin across the man, -Itch- He kept winding around, eyes whirling color and crooning softly.

Baribus gave a soft chuckle and began to gently run his fingernails against the little dragonet’s scales. “Heheh, not enough food?” he said with a playful grin. “Not enough scritches? My, my, what have my compatriots been doing in my absence?” He continued to scratch the little creature’s back and belly, reaching all the good spots he could remember. 

He chuckled again and leaned against his desk. “Hmmm, what should I feed you, eh? You’re about the size of a cat now, but I don’t remember what kind of foods you like to eat? Maybe a rat or liver? Peach or plum? Milk and tonic?” Baribus gave the dragonet’s tummy a playful tickle as he continued. “Hmm, what do you think Lad?”

[pawnshopsouls]

Midnight Confessions!

Send my muse a confession your muse has kept hidden! Tell them you love them! Tell them you hate them! Tell them you broke their favorite Elvis or what you’d love to do with them— all consequence free! The sky is the limit!

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“Bari!”

The leer looked up, his seabag still on his shoulder, as a wide smile spread across his face at the sight of his wife. 

“Snow!” he called with a wave and hastened his pace. “Snow!”

When only a few yards away, the laggard dropped his bag and raced to his lass, scooping her up in his arms as he kissed her. 

“Oh, Snow, Snow, I’ve missed you so!”

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Unannounced except for a flood of self-satisfied and proud feelings as he arrived, the brown large cat-sized fire lizard arrived in the office once again. Unlike his first visit he greeted the man with telepathic words as well as images and emotion. -Hello! Missed You!-

Baribus laughed as the little dragon flew about his office before lifting his hands to catch it. “Lad! There you are! I was wondering where you’d gotten off to in my absence.” He held the little fire wyrm close, stroke him under his chin and neck. His scales were as smooth as the leer remembered, and just as warm too.

“How’ve you been, Lad? Has the Chief and the other officers been good to you?” Thatch had so many questions one might’ve mistaken him for a child, but all that passed through his and Lad’s link were warm, happy feelings as Baribus held his scaly little friend.

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Lad squawked as he was lifted and moved, then settled across both shoulders. He hummed with pleasure and returned the peaceful thoughts. His tail curled around Baribus' neck and he rested his head down on his front paws.

The leer hummed and smiled, stroking the little dragons head as he leaned back in his seat. He’d missed the little creature since he’d been gone. It had been a long trip - but then, most trips to Harthe Alle were. 

“Hello Lad. How’ve you been while I’ve been gone? Has the chief taken good care of you?”