Maps, Compasses, Scopes and Stars

Recently, Louis and Alois (and their cat, Sir Fluffybottom, Duke of Scrumptiousness) have left port for a while, leading to misadventures, hilarity and all manner of things will inevitably follow. AU Resources: Blog Directory The Plot List Blank Memes Shipping Masterlist ((Credit: All Character Art by Demepls))

[itsallyouhavegotinsideyourhead]

Morgana in every episode:

1x06  A Remedy to Cure All Ills

[apolonisaphrodisia]

Amazing crib carved out of walnut by Garrick Andrus 

Via Tentacles / Steampunk Tendencies

[goldeenherself]

What a lovely bed for your Eldritch spawn.

[slashfilled-mind]

I mean… that’s fucking gorgeous. But please don’t put a baby in that.

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@emeraldcorsair

[katieskeep]

[witchofthekorcari]

Morgana in 3x10 “Queen of Hearts”

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[mostlycatsmostly]

(via 者ねこちねこちさん)

[ifuckingloveminerals]

Torbernite, Metatorbernite, Quartz

Assunção Mine, Aldeia Nova, Ferreira de Aves, Sátão, Viseu District, Portugal

[sermerlins]

make me choose → ladylokix asked: sorceress morgana or lady morgana

[stephseymour-deactivated2019081]

The Ultimate Relationship Tag

Send ‘✩’ for the following:

Disagreements:

Who is more likely to raise their voice? Who threatens to leave but never actually does? Who actually keeps their word and leaves? Who trashes the house? Do either of them get physical? How often do they argue/disagree? Who is the first to apologise?

Sex:

Who is on top? Who is on the bottom? Who has the strangest desires? Any kinks? Who’s dominant in bed? Is head ever in the equation? If so, who is better at performing it? Ever had sex in public? Who moans the most? Who leaves the most marks? Who screams the loudest? Who is the more experienced of the two? Do they ‘fuck’ or ‘make love’? Rough or soft? How long do they usually last? Is protection used? Does it ever get boring? Where is the strangest place they’d have sex? 

Family:

Do your muses plan on having children/or have children? If so, how many children do your muses want/have? Who is the favorite parent? Who is the authoritative parent? Who is more likely to allow the children to have a day off school? Who lets the children indulge in sweets and junk food when the other isn’t around? Who turns up to extra curricular activities to support their children? Who goes to parent teacher interviews? Who changes the diapers? Who gets up in the middle of the night to feed the baby? Who spends the most time with the children? Who packs their lunch boxes? Who gives their children ‘the talk’? Who cleans up after the kids? Who worries the most? Who are the children more likely to learn their first swear word from?

Affection:

Who likes to cuddle? Who is the little spoon? Who gets naughty in the most inappropriate of places? Who struggles to keep their hands to themself?   How long can they cuddle until one becomes uncomfortable? Who gives the most kisses? What is their favourite non-sexual activity? Where is their favourite place to cuddle? Who is more likely to playfully grope the other?  How often do they get time to themselves?

Sleeping:

Who snores? If both do, who snores the loudest? Do they share a bed or sleep separately? If they sleep together, do they cozy up together or lay far apart? Who talks in their sleep? What do they wear to bed? Are either of your muses insomniacs? Can sleeping pills be found by the bedside? Do they wrap their limbs around each other or just lay side by side? Who wakes up with bed hair? Who wakes up first? Who prepares breakfast in bed for the other? What is their favourite sleeping position? Who hogs the sheets? Do they set an alarm each night? Can a television be found in their bedroom? Who has nightmares? Who has ridiculous dreams? Who sprawls out and takes up most of the bed?  Who makes the bed?  What time is bed time?  Any routines/rituals before bed? Who’s the grumpiest when they wake up? 

Work:

Who is the busiest? Who rakes in the highest income? Are any of your muses unemployed? Who takes the most sick days? Who is more likely to turn up late to work? Who sucks up to their boss? What are their jobs? Who stresses the most? Do your muses enjoy or despise their careers/occupations? Are your muses financially stable? 

Home:

Who does the washing? Who takes out the trash? Who does the ironing? Who does the cooking? Who is more likely to burn the house down just trying? Who is messier?  Who leaves the toilet roll empty? Who leaves their dirty clothes on the floor? Who forgets to flush the toilet? Who is the prankster around the house? Who loses the car keys when it comes time to go somewhere? Who mows the lawn? Who answers the telephone? Who does the vacuuming? Who does the groceries? Who takes the longest to shower? Who spends the most time in the bathroom?

Miscellaneous:

Is money a problem? How many cars do they own? Do they own their home or do they rent? Do they live near the coast or deep in the countryside? Do they live in the city or in the country?  Do they enjoy their surroundings? What’s their song? What do they do when they’re away from each other? Where did they first meet? How did they first meet? Who spends the most money when out shopping? Who’s more likely to flash their assets? Who finds it amusing when the other trips over? Any mental issues? Who’s terrified of bugs? Who kills the spiders around the house? Their favourite place? Who pays the bills? Do they have any fears for their future? Who’s more likely to surprise the other with a fancy dinner? Who uses up all of the hot water?  Who’s the tallest? Who’s more likely to just randomly hop into the shower with the other? Who wanders around in their underwear? Who sings the loudest when singing along to the radio? What do they tease each other about? Who is more likely to cringe at the other’s fashion sense at times? Do they have mutual friends? Who crushed first?  Any alcohol or substance related problems? Who is more likely to stumble home, drunk, at 3am? Who swears the most?

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#ic#whatever my missy be needin' then I be gettin'#obviously

Meanwhile, Louis is casually expecting to go sword shopping. 

[andreis-reaper]

If you love her you will take her shopping for medieval weaponry.

[booksaremy-bestfriends]

My love for Linton is like the foliage in the woods: time will change it, I’m well aware, as winter changes the trees. My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath: a source of little visible delight, but necessary. Nelly, I am Heathcliff - he’s always, always in my mind - not as a pleasure, any more than I am always a pleasure to myself - but as my own being

Wuthering Heights, Emily Brönte (via booksaremy-bestfriends)

[emeraldcorsair]

Casually, Louis wakes up and proceeds to climb onto Diet, settling herself lengthwise on top of him. Reaching up, she taps him on the nose and snickers to herself.

The pirate may have been flabbergasted, but soon he smells her hair and the perfume she uses, and settles in with wrapping his arms around her waist.  There is a playful smirk on his lips.

“Aye, mornin’ miss Louis…”  

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“Aye.  I think ‘bout it every day.  That’s why I be bein’ what I be bein’.”  He chuckles now, hands slowly sliding to her waist, curling around her.  Arms protective of her, encompassing around her in a guardian type of way.  

The comment leads him to silence for a moment.  He remembers what he was doing ten or fifteen years ago.  He’d been with his brother, still, coming from far eastern Europe to serve in the British navy.  There were dinner parties, delegates.  Politics.  Much of which that Diethelm didn’t like.  Kuhner did, but there was a huge distaste left in his mouth with the entire thing.  

“…Aye~”  He hums afterwards.  “No, I wasn’t bein’ a captain then.  I was always bein’ on ships, though, but not like this.  I be fightin’ on the other side, as it were.”

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Content, warm, and snuggly, Louis felt like an oversized cat curled up with Diet like this. Despite the drowsy feeling settling over her, she was more than a little interested in hearing more about Diet's past and forced herself to stay coherent enough to process what she was hearing.

"You were in the navy?" She asks finally, trying and struggling to imagine Diet in a naval uniform. "I think our upbringing was a little different then," Louis says with a gentle poke to Diet's chest. "My parent's expectations might have been different at least, for obvious reasons."

Really, Louis wonders briefly how nice it would be to have been given the option of doing as she pleased during that part of her life.

"When I was young my parents would always take me to these parties, they were a bit dull. Even when I got older I still thought they were boring," She shakes her head a little at the memories and how bored she'd been as a young child. "They always had nice desserts though."

Speaking of desserts, Louis considered whether or not she wanted to bake anything today.

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Casually, Louis wakes up and proceeds to climb onto Diet, settling herself lengthwise on top of him. Reaching up, she taps him on the nose and snickers to herself.

The pirate may have been flabbergasted, but soon he smells her hair and the perfume she uses, and settles in with wrapping his arms around her waist.  There is a playful smirk on his lips.

“Aye, mornin’ miss Louis…”  

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Louis was almost too worn out to hold herself up, so she was glad that Diet was able to do so himself. Also, even though him pulling out had been kind of abrupt feeling, she was even more glad that he had the sense not to risk getting her pregnant. Louis couldn’t imagine trying to raise a child on board a ship like this, nor did she want to while unwed. It was an old, prudish idea, maybe, but much like her ideas about sex it had been ingrained in her at a young age. 

When most of the mess is wiped up and tossed away, Louis settles in beside, Diet. She’s content to lay there for now, basking in the pleasant afterglow. Her eyes slip shut for a moment as she catches her breath and she giggles when she feels Diet kissing into her hair. 

“It’s a good thing you’re not in a hurry,” she said after a long moment, wanting nothing more than to just lay there for a while with him. 

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Much to anyone’s surprise, the thought of Diethelm becoming a father, while something he would be truly terrified of, isn’t something he wouldn’t actually enjoy.  The thought of a fragile little baby, his and Louis’ baby, would be something that he’d be fiercely protective of, and so afraid of breaking.  A small child, someone he could protect and train into becoming a fierce-some pirate such as himself.

But for now, Louis was here with him and he wouldn’t want to be any where else in the entire world.  He had started to care so deeply for her.  Dare he admit, love her.  And so her shoulders are gently caressed by his rougher hands and he holds her close to him.

“Aye, lady…”  He teases with a low chuckle.  “I’m never bein’ in a hurry for you… Never again.”

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For the moment, Louis is content with resting pressed up against Diet. She sighs happily when she feels his hands on her shoulders and for now she's perfectly okay with not thinking about responsibilities and the rest of the day ahead of them.

"I was mostly joking, Diet," Louis feels the need to clarify, one of her eyes cracking open to look up at him from where she was nestled against his chest. "But I'm glad anyway..."

"Do you ever think about the future?" She asked, suddenly, though sleepily in a relaxed, philosophical kind of way. "Like...ten or fifteen years ago I couldn't imagine myself where I am now."

Distantly, Louis could briefly recall stuffy dinner parties and the coveted dessert tables of her childhood.

[sixpenceee]

[songbirdinthecrowsnest]

#BUT DIIIIIEEET #HE’S CUTE. #O ^O #IC #CAPTIVESHIPPING #CAPTAINSHIPPING #STORMSHIPPING

“Hehe”

[emeraldcorsair]

“Aye. It’d be seemin’ like the lady be wantin’ to spend a night with ye.” 

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Louis may have considered pointing out that that was a bit indecent to say in public, but stopped abruptly when she considered the notion that maybe Diet wouldn’t mind her indulging in the company of others. Alternatively, she recalls the thing with Destan in what seemed like a lifetime ago and ponders the idea of a threesome. Unfortunately, she soon realized that Mr. Hehe wasn’t Jar and there was a long moment of awkward silence on her end. 

“Diet,” she said, tugging at his sleeve, “I...don’t think that’s Jared.” 

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