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Thread: can't be too c a r e f u l anymore

You really should keep track of how much you drink. How else are you going to learn your limit? A male voice said as he helped the girl stumble towards their dormitory. Shut up. Are ya serious? She said, her words slurred as she looked up at her best friend, Harvey. Yes. I'm worried about you. I really think you should slow- He was unable to finish the sentence as he burst out laughing. I couldn't even finish the sentence. He stopped walking and waited a few moments for his laughter to subside before he continued moving. Seriously though, you should learn your limit. I'm getting tired of dragging your ass home every other night. I don't complain 'bout having ta drag your drunken ass...back...yet. She replied. You don't have to do it as often for me as I do for you, Luckiie. Harvey said. No one asked you for help! Luckiie hissed, pushing Harvey away from her. She swayed on her feet for a few seconds, then began walking once she felt like the world was steady. I can take care of myself! Go home! She yelled without bothering to look over her shoulder to see if he was still standing there. She turned a corner, then whether or not he was still there no longer mattered. She could see the building a good thirty feet away. See, I told him I didn't need his help. She huffed to herself as she stumbled towards the dormitory. As she reached for her key card to open the door, her stomach lurched violently. Taking her hand out of her pocket, she braced herself against the door frame and vomited the contents of her stomach into the closest bush. After she finished she turned and pressed her back against the cool metal, running her fingers through her hair as she slid down until she was sitting on the stoop. She closed her eyes, trying to make the world stop spinning, and fell asleep before she could stop herself.
Thread: Harry potter, and a not so happy fairy tale

At the end of the war, Harry Potter married Ginny Weasley, like everyone expected him to. As much as he loves his wife, something is missing. And when she's revealed to have been having a affair for the last 2 years, his world collapses. Enter Mistral Thanatos, a slytherin for London, Mistral can't help but find herself surrounded by the legend of the boy who lived. A model after the war, she gave her life a sudden change when she took up the study of law, and in the 5 years since she graduated, she hadn't found a case she couldn't win, or a man she couldn't seduce. When the Savior of the Wizarding World approaches her, to hire her as his divorce lawyer, she finds that her world turned upside down as she faces a truth about herself that she hadn't known. This is a story that tells of a happily ever after that didn't end so well, of a love unlooked for, and a secret that can't stay buried forever. Yes, there is a OC, and there will be sex somewhere down the line, but a mostly plot oriented story...message me if you're interested.
Thread: 12 Days of Christmas

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Thread: Pirate's Life For Me (Closed for Raziel99)

Rayleigh looked over the bow of her fine fighting vessel that she had worked so little to steal from under the British nose. It really was a jewel and was pirated by some of the best men that she knew and trusted with her life. She was a 22 year old woman with a taste for blood, the skill to acquire it, and a beautiful physique to boot. Despite her best efforts, she looked female in every way. She had cut her dark brown hair to the point that the longest ends dangled by her ears, a large bust covered by a torn white undershirt and red top, tan baggy pants that hid her lush legs, and soft tan skin from countless hours under the sun. Her eyes were a dark green that seemed to hold a loathing for this world controlled by men, which was perhaps why she had become a captain of an only male crew. She was in charge and they knew it. On more than one occasion she had hung men who had threatened to 'put her in her place' or once for even bringing it to the crew's attention that she was a woman. She had enjoyed watching them squirm, beg, and die under her merciless law. Sir! A British Vessel has been spotted on the port side. Estimated at about 1000 yards, Sir! Her second in Command Jacob reported to her in his usual manner. He knew better than to speak of her sex, for he was no exception. This made her laugh every time, his fear. Men truly were weak beings with no spines when it came to the wrath of a real woman. Very well, Jacob. Turn forty five degrees to the port side and have the cannons ready for my command when we reach within a 400 yard distance! She shouted, loud enough for everyone on deck to hear her command. They all hurried, carrying about their duties quickly, but without fear. They had all joined this crew because of her fame. She had never been caught, killed, or to have lost a ship in all of her five years of fighting. There wasn't a soul on the seas who did not know the name Rayleigh. Of course, this was a name she had given herself from the beginning, her real name was to be kept secret until she lay dying. Closer they approached. Closer still. Finally, Turn to the port side! Ready, starboard side, fire! She roared, her voice matching that of the booming cannons. She had no desire to sink this ship, she liked the way it looked. Rather, she would kill everyone on board and take the ship for herself. This was the plan and for years it had been a solid one. The men knew the routine and as they came to clash against the ship they prepared their weapons for a fight as Rayleigh unsheathed her sword. The men from the British vessel came pouring down onto their ship like a waterfall, a waterfall that would soon be made entirely of British blood. This thought brought a smile to Rayleigh's face, but not for long. She had her own target in mind. Grabbing hold of one of the boarding ropes, she threw it over the side of the vessel, jumping overboard before she could be reached. While those buffoons are distracted with one another, I'll take everything this ship has to offer. Including the life of this ship's commanding officer. She smirked smugly as she came over the side of the ship.
Thread: Pirate's Life For Me (Closed for Raziel99)

Admiral, we have sightings of the ship, 1000 yards! Very good, give a hard chase. I want to take the ship as whole as possible. Admiral Blake said, standing up from the stern of the ship, turning to see the beautiful ship that was stolen not even a week ago. It was a sad thing that the pirates took it they would be feeling the blades of elites now. Admiral, theyre turning Portside and readying cannons! Turn portside to meet them, ready starboard cannons, ready boarding crews. Secondary fighters ready but stay behind in case of boarders. Aye, captain! It was going to be a brilliant day for the aspiring Admiral. After gaining the advantage over a pirate convoy traveling along the south side by France, Henry Blake was given command of the Excalibur, with a high class crew, with the goal of capturing or destroying another navy ship that was stolen by pirates. What an easy mission. Captain, 10 seconds until they are in line to fire. Fire even cannons when they come into line, and send over the boarding party. Ill be in the Captains Quarters. Why, Captain? I have a hunch. Let any boarders come towards my quarters if they go straight for it. They will be in for a rude surprise. He left just as the first cannons were being fired, yells for arms and the crews going boarding. He closed the door to his quarters, grabbing the saber from the dresser and sliding it easily into the side sheathe. Time to play a waiting game, he supposed. Pirates were always looking for loot. Well, he would give them a blood diamond.
Thread: Pirate's Life For Me (Closed for Raziel99)

Call it woman's intuition or whatever you will, but something sure didn't feel right as she walked onto the deck of the Excalibur. It was too quiet, deathly quiet. There was little she actually knew about the workings of a British Navy ship, but what she did know was she had never encountered a situation where the captain wasn't immediately present. Looking back over to her ship, she tried to see if she could spot him. But the bloody battle aboard her ship made it quite difficult for her to even spot her own men. Cruel as it may be, Rayleigh didn't actually care if most of her men died, so long as she got this ship. She estimated she would need about 6 hands to bring both of these ships into port and she would work those hands tirelessly until they achieved that goal. Counting her chickens before they hatched, so to say, Rayleigh sheathed her saber only after she was confident that there wasn't a soul on board. After all, What kind of captain would hide himself during a battle? she had reassured herself as she quickly made her way to the captain's quarters, knowing for a fact that there would be treasures there that she didn't want her greedy as fuck men to have. I'll sell all of this for a profit and be back to sea once more.. She hummed softly as she opened the door to the captain's quarters and walked in with every confidence in the world that she had already won this battle. As she stepped in, she was careful to kick open the door, rather than gallivant in without any protection. While she was confident, she wasn't foolish. Still no one. Scratching her head, this baffled her, but she didn't have time to properly analyze the situation. The battle would surely be coming to an end soon and then her men would surely be over the moment they realized she was here as well. Men with their sticky fingers, pocketing what was rightfully hers. Marching into the dimly lit room, she took in a whiff of quality tobacco and scotch. It made her mouth water to think that she would be drinking something other than cheap ale tonight.
Thread: Pirate's Life For Me (Closed for Raziel99)

He waited only a moment before he unsheathed the sword he just put in the sheathe at his belt. He heard the soft ker-plunk of a boarder, and the soft footsteps of someone moving on deck. Perfect, coming his way. He moved to a spot against the wall, where the doors opening would hide his body from anyone coming in. Call it a cowards way out, sure. He would much prefer to duel someone down to capture, then take over the rest of the battle, but the faster he worked with this interloper - more than likely the enemy captain - they faster he could bring the ships to port. The doors were kicked open, and he pushed back against the wall a little, to make sure that he was unseen. The footsteps were louder now with the door open, and he saw the shadow of the person to see where the weapon was. On the hips, good. He moved his blade ready to strike , and as the body came around to view, he slashed, cutting the blade off the sheathe at the pirates belt, then bringing the blade quickly to the owners throat. Aaaahhh What do we have here? He said, in a questioning voice as he slowly walked to be in front, the blades edge pressed lightly against her throat. A female pirate? And someone who could only be captain, the way you are dressed, and by the guts of leaving a battle to check out the enemys ship. Well, this will be interesting. His hand grabbed her shoulder and pushed her forward, sword at her neck the whole time, even if at different spots. They went on deck, where the extra men came up and went to the edge with their captain, ready with swords and rifles. Attention pirate crew! Blake yelled out, loudly, enough to slow most of the combat to a halt. If you value the life of your captain, you will surrender now.
Thread: Pirate's Life For Me (Closed for Raziel99)

Rayleigh hadn't anticipated the surprise attack from behind that had rid her of both her weapon and her mobility in about three strokes. He was good, she couldn't deny him that but, Piss ant coward. She had muttered under her breath as she was pushed forward onto the the deck. Something besides the knife at her throat kept her from resisting however, she was curious. Did he really have no idea who she was? She certainly hadn't allowed any British seaman to live once she boarded and took their ship, but was she that much of a mystery? He did seemed surprised after all, Maybe...maybe, I can work this to my advantage. She thought this with a grin as she looked down at her first mate and with a wink she changed the original backup plan. This had been a law long since established by many pirate codes. Should the captain be killed or captured, the first mate would become the new captain. However, her wink established a common understanding through him that she did not consider herself captured yet and therefore his ability to captain was still pending. With a wink back to say that he understood, he waited for her next move. It was a bit difficult. Crying wasn't something Rayleigh enjoyed, especially in front of others, but his lack of knowledge in regards to her identity was too perfect. She had to exploit it. Sniffles at first, then fake tears fell as well as she called out to her men, Pl-Please men! Take pity on me poooor soul! Stop ye fighting at once! She called, stunning some of the men who weren't in on the ruse. However, without hesitation, they dropped their weapons and raised their hands in the air. She was a good actress as she shook and heaved under the grip of the enemy captain. However, the moment he loosened his grip, the moment he gave her any advantage, she would try to kill him with the dagger stowed away in her left boot. There...they have stopped...now please..remove your cruel sword from me poor neck. She hiccuped, looking out to her ship where her men stayed dangerously close to their fallen weapons.
Thread: Pirate's Life For Me (Closed for Raziel99)

What was this? Just because she was a woman, did she think that any sort of act could pull the cotton over his eyes on the thought that they were pirates, criminal scum? He held back a scoff. Her words rang empty inside him, just like the other half dozen lasses that were pirates that he put down himself. Yet this one here seemed to be intriguing to him. He would have to look into it, into her, later. Her crying words shook some of his men, but most of them kept their weapons aimed and ready through her whole rousing surrender. The clinking of swords and flintlock pistols dropping on wood was dull but loud enough that he could hear the repetitions. After the last weapon had been dropped, he pushed the edge of the sword further against her neck, almost close enough to slice her throat on a breath. He shot a question to his second in command, who was nearby. Watson, what is the status of the Brigs of both ships? The Brigs? Hardly enough to hold half of the enemy crew put together. Blake looked over at the other ship, where his men were already kicking weapons overboard. They knew the standard procedure for their tricks. After a minute, he finally spoke up, his free hand grabbing shackles while crew members walked forward and pulled the lass hands behind her back. Very well then. Kill half of their crew. They would have been executed at arrival for piracy anyway. Ill take their captain to my quarters. Maybe shell start talking while being a little hung up. He slapped the shackles on her before leading her back into the captains quarters. Watson, youre captain of the other ship until we arrive at port. Aye, sir! After kicking the doors closed rather easily, he had to drag her over near where the desk was, where there was a iron wrap like piece nearby. He grabbed it, then looped the chains between her shackles between it before pinning it up to the ceiling, forcing her into a low bow, hands up in the air. He did a quick pat down of her, finding the knife and disposing it out the window before sitting down. Now, why dont we start with your name?
Thread: Pirate's Life For Me (Closed for Raziel99)

What a whiney lass she was, crying to the last until she was in the Captains quarters, of course. Then she was the snarkiest thing he had seen in many a moon. He moved to sit down behind the desk in the room, fingers lacing together as he watched her. First off, I dont particularly care about how much you know of me, nor do I care about the fact that you hold that in such high thought that you know more of me than I do of you. If I really gave a damn about learning your name, I would be taking a whip to your ass until you told me. Is that understood? His voice was low, eyes locked on hers, and the stone determination was present on his face. Secondly, I wouldnt struggle while in that hold. Its completely bolted down, so unless you got a bolt cutter out of thin air, then got to climb high enough to cut them, you cant escape. Unless it isnt pulling your arms up high enough, in which I can adjust it if you like, to make you bow lower and feel it more in your shoulders. Now. He patted the desk once, showing that he was willing to start business, hearing a gunshot as they were finishing up the enemy crew. From the sound of it, your crew - which I can tell you dont give a damn about, no matter how much you fussed over them - is going to be slaughtered to the last before getting back. That saddens me, because I thought that that could be a nice leverage over you. But it seems that I will have to go straight to personal touches when it comes to pulling information from you. His eyes locked onto hers, looking down since she would have her head about at the desktop height. Now to start, I can be kind and change how you are being held there so you are more comfortable, if you like. I would hate for something to mar that beautiful body and face of yours, and getting your shoulder pulled out of place is something I heard was extremely painful.
Thread: Pirate's Life For Me (Closed for Raziel99)

His eyes locked on Rayleigh's, full determination and seriousness befitting a true captain. But she couldn't help it, she smirked, a little laugh escaping her as he tried to undermine the fact that she did have more information in this situation, No, it's not that I hold knowing your name in high regard. It is that I find it very, very funny. She laughed quietly again, careful not to become too loud. She continued as he watched her from his desk, fingers laced No, what I hold in high regard was my ability to evade the bumbling British Navy as a proud and noble pirate for over five years. Before now, I have not been in the presence of a British officer...who was still breathing. So, I suppose congratulations are in order! Good job, it only took five years! She smiled innocently, that innocence barely masking her mockery of him. Still, she was disappointed to hear that there would be no getting out of this stupid contraption. Her shoulder blades were already beginning to throb as she clenched and unclenched her fists over and over. Rayleigh sighed as he mentioned her lack of care when it came to her crew, Henry, there is something you don't understand. Perhaps I am giving you more information than I need to be...but so be it. There is no pitying dead men. That is the state that I found each of those men in, prepared to be hung over the gallows in various ports and towns. They knew the game, perhaps better than I do. However, because of me, those men enjoyed many more days under the sun doing what they love to do best. Being a pirate. Now, if it makes me cruel for not mourning men who have been dead for months, then so be it. She explained straight faced and seriously. His comment about her obvious lack of concern for her men had struck a sensitive core, though the reason was unclear. So you want information, is that correct? Well, spit it out! What are you looking for? She cracked a smile once more, clearly ignoring the fact that he had already asked for her name just a couple of minutes ago. It would have been clear to anyone who heard her voice that she was not about to release any information. She had to admit, his offer to turn her loose did sound tempting. By now her arms felt like thousands of needles were stabbing them as they objected to this treatment. Rayleigh winced as she tried to straighten her back just a little to relieve some pressure, but quickly fell back into position. Still, she wouldn't be seen as weak by this man, she could outlast him and would do her best to take what she knew to the grave. Rather than saying that though, another point came to mind, That would be mighty fine of you, but let me ask you something, don't you want to be comfortable too? She asked, a mischievous look coming across her face, What I mean is, isn't the Queen herself the one that inserts a pole into the asses of her naval men? Surely if you took that stick out of your ass you wouldn't be such a dick. She offered her sympathetic voice that barely stifled another laugh.
Thread: Pirate's Life For Me (Closed for Raziel99)

Dont offer thoughts or worry or any sort of concern for a dead man? Funny, they didnt seem dead until a minute ago. His voice held the tone that had very little humor in it, not even looking up at her at the moment. And I shall gladly take your congratulations. I mean, A person of the British Navy, not even two full days into being a Admiral, capturing a wanted pirate that has been loose for 5 years. It is not a easy feat. He slowly stood up, walking over to her, sitting on the edge of the desk and looking over her body in a knowing way. Now there, I would watch what you say when you say sticks and dicks. I mean, youre the first good looking female me and my crew have seen for months. The wenches on land are rather overused But you have that natural beauty that yells out that youre untouched. Im sure that would have been a great incentive to have you talk, having you fucked in front of your crew by the British Navy. Hell, Im sure most of them would go twice He stood once more, looking into his desk without having to measure the glance of her face. So, you wonder what my question is. He said, unfathomed by the lack of her name. He could find that out easily enough if he really wanted to. He pulled out a fabric of a small painting, throwing it over to the edge of the desk so she could see it clearly. It was the image of a ring, with a large sapphire in the cradle. This is what I am looking for. He said in a low voice. It is a ring of royalty that you have stolen some months ago. It is very precious and valuable to the noble, and they would like to have it back. Now, you can either give it to me, or I can force the whereabouts from you.