ai giv ai keryon op

ind. priv. sel. boudalankru oc from the 100.

[halseysource]

Eyes Closed // hopeless fountain kingdom (2017)

They don’t realize that I’m thinking about you It’s nothing new, it’s nothing new

[wordsnquotes]

思い出はあなたの身体を内側から温めてくれます。でもそれと同時にあなたの身体を内側から激しく切り裂いていきます。

Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore

translation: “Memories warm you up from the inside. But they also tear you apart.”

(via wordsnquotes)

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kingroun:

          Lips press together. He at least appreciates her not prying. He has experienced far too often people wanting to know about him, not for him but because of who he is and what happened. They are essentially digging around for GOSSIP and he is not going to turn his personal pain into entertainment. Even if he knows that isn’t why she asks, he just doesn’t know how to even begin to try to open up to someone about this. Roan glances over at her again, eyes a little wistful at the thought of home. “ We do not have shores like this, though our Lake is large. ” He looks back out over the waters. “ It is certainly hard to beat. Though I will always prefer the mountains. ” 

                The smile that pulls at her lips is a soft one. Her dark eyes focus on the banished prince, listening fully to his every word. “I have only seen a few mountains,” Amida says, head tilting slightly. “The ones in Ouskejonkru are very pretty. If the mountains you have up there are anything like that, I would certainly love to see them one day.”

[wewanthappinessback-deactivated]

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komfisop:

          She begins to clean the wound, wiping away excess blood. She uses an herbal mixture to disinfect it. Kavita glances up at her when she speaks and gives a small nod. “ Well, ” she smiles softly “ I hope they got the worst of it. ” Just because they have peace among the coalition does not mean there is not other wars and fights. Their clan comes in contact with kru from many other areas unconnected to the others. .

                What the healer says is true, of course, but it makes Amida laugh quietly. “I know,” she says, pressing her lips together for a moment. “They call them itztli. They’re as sharp as metal and they sting like a nomajoka.”

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STATS

NAME: Amida Etienne

ALIASES: Demon Girl, Killer Kofi’s girl

BIRTHDAY & AGE: July 5th, 25

POSITION & CREW: First mate, Rockline crew

PARENTS: Kofi Etienne, a West African slave turned free man and Victoire Desjardins, daughter of the French governor of the colony of Saint-Domingue.

BIRTHPLACE: Cap-Français, Saint-Domingue

PAST RESIDENCE(S):  Cap-Français, Saint-Domingue; Nassau, New Providence, her father’s ship La Fierté, the Rockline fleet’s ships

KNOWN LANGUAGE(S): English, French, her father’s native Igbo

WEAPON(S) OF CHOICE: Her father’s cutlass, French flintlock pistol she looted, a dagger made for her by a blacksmith in Nassau.

BIOGRAPHY

Amida Etienne is the 25-year-old bastard daughter of a free man and a French governor’s daughter. Believing his daughter’s pregnancy to be a sign of the devil, her father ordered the execution of Kofi Etienne and the abortion of the hellspawn growing in his daughter’s belly. As soon as the order became Cap-Français’s newest gossip, Kofi and his lover Victoire Desjardins were forced into hiding underground. Shortly after their daughter was born, Amida was sent away in order to protect her life, and though it pained Kofi and Victoire to do it, Amida was their first priority. Days after they said their final goodbyes to their daughter, a spy had tipped the governor off to their location, but only Kofi got away. For Victoire’s crimes, she was hanged in the town square, more as a lesson than anything.

Escaping from Saint-Domingue was not easy, but the idea of seeing his daughter again kept him alive. Joining a pirate crew wasn’t what he had intended to do, but it earned him some money and made his time until seeing Amida again easier. It took him five years to find his daughter; she was on the island of New Providence, being raised by a pub owner in Nassau. Getting her back was hard, but the pub owner had told her stories of her father, and she was thrilled to meet him.

After that, she began sailing with him, under his own crew. The daughter of Killer Kofi was off limits to all, especially the members of his crew, and they all learned to respect their captain’s daughter in time. By the age of fifteen Amida was a skilled swordsman and a good shot with a pistol. Her cunning nature is what kept her alive after the mutiny on the ship. While docked in Cap-Français, a member of the crew ratted out her father and had him hanged, though he spared Amida’s life. After watching her father’s body hanging from the rope, Amida and other members of the crew formed a plan.

While out on the water, where no one could see them, Amida drove her cutlass through the throat of the man that got her father killed, a vicious smile on her face as she did so. The man was then thrown overboard, left to drown in Davy Jones’ locker for the crimes he had committed against the crew. At seventeen, while docked in Nassau, she left the crew and began to live there for awhile, until joining Captain Tria’s crew while she and the Rockline fleet were docked in Nassau.

CONNECTIONS

Tria Alder, Captain of the Rockline fleet and her direct superior.

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kingroun:

          He gives her LOOK as he mutters “ Not pouting. ” He was thinking and there’s a difference. He eyes her a few moments when she sits beside him, they are not touching but still being so close to someone without fighting them feels odd. All of this feels off. He isn’t used to being allowed to REST, to not having to look for an enemy in every face. And while he is trying to get used to that, he is trying to fight the homesick feeling in his gut. It’s overwhelming. Lips quirk up every so slightly in a bitter smirk. What ails him? Everything. The fact he knows he has no reason to be alive anymore yet he keeps going. Because giving up is cowardice and he will not let them take that away too. “ Nothing worth talking about. ” he murmurs, eyes turning back to the ocean. 

                “That can’t possibly be true,” she says, amused smile playing at her lips. “But I respect that. Your business is yours alone.” Her eyes drift out to the ocean, where the water lazily crashes against the rocks, the waves breaking in a beautiful mist. “Is the ocean this beautiful in Azgeda?” she wonders aloud, turning back to the banished prince. “I’ve always imagined the ocean is beautiful no matter what shore it touches, but many others think we have the best views here.”

[sealvst-blog]

we boudalankru , we are strong , unwavering in the face of the tides. just as the rocks that line the shore , we too withstand the fierceness of the water and we thrive.

[softly-and-quietly-musing]

How cruel the gods were to make a story like ours

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komfisop:

          Head lifts with a smile which quickly fades into CONCERN when she sees the wound. Herbs are forgotten as she moves from her work table to approach the young woman. “ Yes. Of course. Let me see. ” Her voice is soft, but holds a COMMAND. Kavita presses her lips together. The wound isn’t pretty, but it does not seem too terribly serious. “ Sit down, please. ” she nods towards a chair near the corner of the tent as she goes to retrieve some bandages. “ How’d you manage that one? ”

                She has countless scars on her body from all the battles she’s fought; another one won’t hurt much, but when the wound was spotted, she was all but forced to see Kavita. She listens to the healer, sitting down with her arm ready for her to assess the damage. “Raiders,” she says, voice mostly monotone. “Rogue band of mercenaries from Mishkru; their obsidian weapons are jagged.”

[sadsuggestion]

think about them. think about all the good memories you have of them. think about how much they loved you. think about all of it until your hands are shaking and there’s tears streaming down your face.

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                                                       you sail the seas and                                                                                                                you sing with the crew:                                                                         yo ho ho                                                            the ocean’s home for me.

                                            ind. priv. sel. boudalankru oc as told by smam.

[dangerousworship]

i’m sorry for all the blood i left on your lips / for loving you into ruin.

WHISPERS IN THE WIND | a.e.m.  (via inkstay)

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wolkarei:

       “they say that, do they? they ain’t right about it,” he comments, arms crossing over his chest. “i’m real charmin’.” he’s much more careful about the wall than he is with his flirtations— reveal too much and it puts his people at risk. “magical, huh? it ain’t magic, unless y’count the hard work of my people as magical. we built it t’keep enemies out. to keep from fightin’ war after war.”

                her stomach stinks faintly as she gives him a look, the knowing sort that soldiers share. “i understand,” she says, nodding faintly. “if ya wanna see real magic, ya gotta get out on the current, float south for awhile, and see ailonkru. they know how to make magic.”

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boudalanborn:

Hector smiled and leaned to bump her with his elbow. “We sound like old folk, jaded by the sea.”

                She laughs as she nudges him back. “We do, don’t we? Ah, such is the life of a sailor.”

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kingroun:

     Blue eyes are turned upon the horizon, watching the waves crash in. The place is beautiful. He likes the warmth, though it gets unbearable at times. But being here, resting and not having to be on the run. Not being forced to think only in terms of where to go next and where to get his next meal. It gives him too much time to think. Makes him miss his home. His brothers. Makes him long for the snowy mountains. Makes him want to be among his warriors again. He just wants HOME. His head lifts when someone speaks, shifting slightly from where his back leans against an outcrop of rocks. He looks away with a tiny smirk on his lips, letting out an amused snort. “ On the contrary. I don’t believe anything could make this sight less stunning. ”

                “My mother always says pouting brings the storms,” she says, half smile twitching at her lips. “Then you will think twice about this stunning view.” She sits next to him, eyes drifting out to the ocean she holds dear. “What ails you, Roan?” she asks, eyes turning back to him.

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wolkarei:

       “well, then, maybe i’ll ask around— see what people say about ya.” there’s not a lot to be said for pichtrikru. they lost some territory in a war with shallow valley some years back, but that’s about it. since then it’s been peaceful enough, and they’ve created no conflicts outside of perimeta. there might be whispers of the heda who wasn’t born within the wall, but he’s sure it’s died down by now. 

                “whoever said southern charm died with praimfaya is wrong,” she jokes, sly smile pulling at her lips. “i’ve heard stories about y’all’s wall. i’m sure the real thing is impressive, but the stories are a bit magical,” she says, looking up to him.