#patchworkfables

[skurge]

A storm was coming in, hard and heavy, the rain pelting down on Skurge’s bald head like marbles on a tiled floor. Each stung and left behind a tingling sting on his scalp, but he knew it wasn’t time to go in. He had one more net to pull up and then he could haul ass back to New Asgard.

Why hadn’t he had the common sense to at least bring a hat?

He grimaced and braced himself for the weight of a full net, hands twisting around the rope connected to the bright orange buoy. Fist over fist, he hoisted it up... only to discover there was no fish at all. Skurge muttered a curse under his breath and he hauled the net — and its occupant — into the boat. A large grey seal rolled into the bottom of the boat, its eyes closed and not moving.

Shit shit shit.

“Hey... hey.” Is it possible to do CPR on a seal? Thankfully, Skurge would never have to find out when he saw plumes of steam emanating from its nostrils. At least it was breathing. Abandoning it here, however, didn’t seem like the best idea.

He and his boat hauled ass back to shore, the little dingy moored up as he carried his new “guest” inside, confused as to where he should keep it until it was ready to leave. By the fire seemed like a good place to park it, returning with a few blankets and furs to provide some extra warmth.

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[therapardalis]

[Serenade Meme from @patchworkfables for Kurt.]

Kurt's gotta🎵🎵🎵 ------------

"D....ke sch.... m...n ....tz, d....ke ...oen ..."

Thera squinted as her eyelids peeled open, an effort made even more difficult by the frown creasing her brow above them. Was that ... well, it sounded like someone singing, which was ... she rolled over, peered blearily at the bedside clock, blinked just in case she ... but no, it really did say three in the fucking morning!

Three in the morning, and ... and wait a minute. She was on the 5th floor. How was anyone singing loudly enough to wake her on the ... ? Thera sat up a little quickly, tuning her ears to try forming the snatches of sound into lyrics ...

"... Danke schoen, mein Schatz, danke schoen ..."

Wayne Newton?? No, hang on ...

"... Spar dir die Lügen, leibling, erklär's nicht ... Ich erinnere mich an den Central Park im Herbst ..."

It was all in German. A palm landed over Thera's face, dragged down as she pulled the covers back and slid out of bed. She didn't want to have to think at this hour, to have to figure things out, but luckily the back of her brain did the adding up for her as she padded to the window for a look outside. Shadows hid half the singer from view, somehow clinging to the wall a few feet along and only betrayed by the free arm he had dramatically flung out to one side.

"... Wie du dein Kleid zerrissen hast, was für ein Durcheinander, ich gebe ..."

"Kurt - !" It took her a moment to get through, even after sliding open the glass pane and leaning out, "Kurt - !! That's the wrong window!"

[mantcdea]

@patchworkfables (Rocket) sent: “you can’t keep an eye on me twenty four seven.”

protector/protectee starters

Rocket was alive. They all were. And truly, it was nothing short of a miracle that the Guardians had made it out alive after they embarked on one last journey to save their friend.

Hands moved to rub at her eyes, wearing the most convincing I'm awake expression she could muster. It took Mantis a moment to realize she was still on Rocket's apartment on Knowhere.

"But I want to," she insisted, "and it's only until Nebula and Drax get back from showing Adam where he's going to stay." A warm smile then appeared on her face, sincere and affectionate. "How are you feeling?"

[trickstersintime]

Pushing his seething irritation at Barbossa to the back of his mind, Jack took a deep breath through his nose and then gave Jade a wry smile. There was so much to feel and he was accustomed to processing very little save through sex, petty violence, or running away. Sometimes in short succession. He hadn't had the opportunity to do any of that barring a brief encounter with Beckett following their return from the Locker and his head was swimming with schemes, the pain of betrayals, and the lingering terror of his own madness and experience with Hell. If he hadn't had Jade, he didn't know what would have become of him.

"Unpredictable as predicted," he said as he sauntered over. "Elizabeth is now King. We make sail in the morning for negotiations with Beckett under her banner. In true pirate fashion, it's all for each other and every man for 'imself."

He knew full well that there were many plans at play for how the war should be ended. Whether he should or could follow through with his own undesirable plan first remained to be seen. 

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[mantcdea]

gotta send it back lol: 🍒 + trickstersintime

send  me  🍒  +  a  url  and  i  will  write  some  positivity  for  them. | accepting

Thanks for sending positivity for @trickstersintime Calico! You are so kind 💚

Pirate is an amazing writer – I can practically hear the voices of her muses in my head when she replies to our threads. It's so immersive, it can make you forget where you are because Pirate takes you by the hand and brings you into another world. That takes talent. It's no secret that as a writer, I look up to all my mutuals and Pirate is the perfect example as to why I do so. Your Loki is wonderful, I love the fact that you do not water him down, you do not try to make him more 'palatable', you let him be the god of lies, he can be good and he can be bad and you understand him as a deeply complex, nuanced being. Your replies are always beautifully written and never disappoint.

I love our threads and I have so much fun with them. Thank you for sharing your writing with the world! 💚

[mantcdea]

🍒  +  patchworkfables

send  me  🍒  +  a  url  and  i  will  write  some  positivity  for  them. | accepting

Thanks for sending positivity for @patchworkfables Pirate! This is so sweet 💚

I have only interacted with two of Calico's muses so far, Thor and Rocket, but I think it's amazing how well he writes them both, because these two characters are very different from one another – yet Calico has completely captured their voices, their mannerisms and their personalities and that's just something I deeply admire about his writing, the fact that you can feel Thor's dignified manner and Rocket's DoneTM attitude. His prose is really, really good as well and he gives his rp partners so much to work with! I am very excited to interact with him and get to know his take on the other muses he writes because I'm sure they will also be wonderful.

So Calico, I hope you know you're a fantastic writer, and I want to thank you for sharing your muses with the world! 💚

[mantcdea]

@patchworkfables continued from here

The Asgardian had been genuinely sweet from the beginning, ever since the Guardians fished him in the aftermath of his ship's wreckage. Mantis often tried to be warm and welcoming toward him, knowing he believed he had nothing left to lose. But that was not true.

Thor thought he was alone, but he wasn't. Not while the Guardians were around.

Mantis offered a polite smile, doing her best to ignore the lingering fear radiating off him, so intense she could feel it without a single touch. Her head tilted.

"It is okay. You have done nothing wrong." Her voice was quiet, but she still meant every word. Mantis moved to let Thor stand up if he wished, hands wringing idly by her waist. "Would it help to talk about it? I could make some tea."

[skurge]

@patchworkfables: x

Skurge wasn't sure what had led to the sudden celebration in the marketplace, but people were dancing, singing, and eating as much as anyone could get their hands on. He wasn't going to turn away from such a thing, especially when it was a great way to end a boring day.

"Two or three hours, at most." Not that he'd been watching the whole time. "All work and no play makes something something something." Skurge rolled his eyes with a hand flourish. Asgardian sayings could be difficult to remember sometimes.

"The occasion is that there's a feast scheduled out in the marketplace, and you look hungry. Such merriment is always made better with company." He offered his arm to the tiny woman, easily peeking over her to see what she'd been working on. It was obvious the time she spent putting all of that together had been used wisely.

"These are... commissioned?"