Harlock [Special character o]
Look at who made the white list!!Seriously though, they are one of the reasons I am sticking with WoW right now! Definitely check him out! (Laaaaadies he’s available or so Ara will tell you ;D)
Harlock pocketed some rings today for him and Ara to wear on their heist, where they were being forced to take on the act of a married couple. Leave it to Harlock to pocket some of the nicest ones he could find. Hey… They had to be believable, right?
I love how Ara’s reaction is pretty much “WHOA THOSE ARE FANTASTIC, I CAN’T WAIT UNTIL THIS HEIST IS OVER AND I CAN PAWN MINE FOR GOLD! Tee hee!”
This whole storyarc is adorable and ridiculous.
Dress up, she says. It’ll be fun, she says. Brush your hair, she says. You’ll look nice, she says. Grawh! But with much digging and a lot of… Whining to Tochi… Harlock has FINALLY found what to wear to the heist… And fuck yes he will be smashing!
So anyone who knows me knows that I love tarot. And tarot has always been a big part of Arainea. She would give readings for people ICly, and I had even live streamed it once. I really enjoy doing that and think it can be really fun for RP!
Harlock and Daibhi had both ICly inquired recently about getting readings. So I went to find my deck, which was in a bag in the closet…and one of the foster kittens that I’ve been looking after must have pissed on it. They’re ruined :( :( :(
I don’t know what to do. I guess I can buy the Shadowscape deck again. But…ugh, if I have to buy a new one anyway, and anyone has suggestions, please let me know! Shadowscape is a GORGEOUS GORGEOUS deck, but if something is even more appropriate for Ara, I’ll take it.
Thank GOD this isn’t my actual deck, which I’ve had for 16 years. I think I would have had kitten stew for dinner if that had been the case >_>
YES YES YES I WANT TO SEE MY BABY IN THIS DRESS.
Evening dress, 1865-68
From the Musee du Costume et de la Dentelle
aaaaaahhhh so pretty…
Love the neckline.
More noble disguise inspiration
Ara has to attend a noble shindig to help Harlock get a piece needed for his ship. Going to be reblogging some inspiration for her disguise.
Interestingly enough, at some point in the future Vi and Ara are supposed to wedding crash…but being that the two will probably both be cross dressing for that, I am not so sure I’ll be able to reuse the attire. (Unless, you know. Vi wants to put it on. Ha!)
Da Fuqs indeed! Well, I shall answer on my IC page for Dreadmane Vi!
“Wha’ be ta’ deal wit’ me an’ me -fixation- a bells, ehh?” Dreadmane Vi would question as he remained seated at a table in a remote corner of an old salty tavern. Reclining back, he would let forth an eased sigh, his sights veering back and forth sheepishly, a light smirk drawn upon his sun kissed and weathered face. With a tilt of his chin, he would stare at the stranger boldly, shifting a single limp wristed hand to grasp a bell sewn onto his leather jerkin, all to yank, a snap of thread from the tension, a light, playful jingle to be heard to break the silence that enveloped them.
“I ‘spose… Les’ start wit’ wha’ ya know ‘bout bells, aye?” Dreadmane Vi slyly questioned, a wily smirk drawn wide to exude his cheekiness, all while slamming the bell nestled in his palm against the bar counter. As the slam of his limp wristed hand against wood would resonate and echo, he would slowly lift his hand, a single brow rising upon his face as he would playfully glance and bring attention to the intricate, small bell remained stationary, balanced finely in a niche in the grain. Glaring down at the bell, he would casually hike up a single leg to place a heel upon the edge of the chair he sat upon, shifting a heavily inked arm to bend and prop against a knee. “…Now -wha’- does a bell signify ta ya’?” Dreadmane Vi rhetorically inquired, snapping his finger suggestively to interupt and interject any response given in return.
“Perhaps it’s a bit joyous aye? Perhaps its symbolic ta’ fine lil’ events an’ traditions— Such as weddins’… Parties…. Lil’ robed an’ clothed dolls an’ gents gatherin’ fer’ mass— ‘Er perhaps… All in favor to ta’ beloved in t’ere return home afta’ bein’ absent fer -so- damn long!”
With a spark of amusement, Dreadmane Vi would pause to cackle with rasp resonating, lightly rocking back and forth. Coy, daft and wicked as the dreadlocked pirate admiral was, he would lower a single hand upon the table, cradling the bell on display with his thumb and middle finger, rhythmically tapping his trigger finger against the bell, setting a tempo of jingles as he resumed onward with long winded ranting.
“All cheery, joyous pleasantries of ta’ fine things in life in fine company, aye? -But-! It also holds another aspect… Perhaps a more… -Dreadful- one, aye?” Dreadmane Vi retorted, a smug grin upon his face, waggling a single eyebrow. “Ta’ call anticipated before battle… Ta’ calm before ta’ storm… Right until ta’ ring of attention ta’ raise arms— Ta’ moment ta’ shed blood an’ conflict!” Dreadmane Vi leaned forward, glaring directly at the stranger with a glint in his cerulean blue eyes, continuing to tap the bell in fine timing, perhaps to provide an audio filler to mask the silence around them.
“Some hear ta ring an’ knell… An’ yet -forget- ta’ duality in it’s symbolism. I had me crew fitted wit’ bells ‘long ‘go… Unda’ me banner a ta’ Bell’s Heel… It was our callin’ card I ‘spose. Amongst friends, colleagues an’ family— I ‘spose it’s a ringin’ on good terms. -Positive- gains come from it… Yet—!” He would pause to snap, swiveling from side to side, the smug grin upon his face dulling. “—Ta’ othas’… Well—They -perhaps- took it lightly— Perhaps a lil’ too light. Through t’at… They undermine an’ unda’estimate. An’ through such, they’d eventually find ta’ true nature of our plans an’ intentions.”
Suddenly with inaction, Dreadmane Vi would cease to tap his finger upon the bell, the jangle suddenly stopped to bring silence once more. Leaning back slowly, his eyes would remain fixated with such intensity, his raspy voice lowering in decibel, down to a whisper. “…I -personally- wear it wit’ ta contrast a’ peace an’ conflict in mind… As for ta’ poor -unfortunate- soul in me way will find out soon ‘nough… They -hear- it… An’ chances are… It’ll be ta’ -last- thing they hear before I -cut- ‘em -right- ‘cross ta brisket… An’ as t’ere life fades out ta t’ere last drawin’ breath… Then ta’ epiphany an’ realization will come ta’ be… Ta’ -regret- getting in me way a wha’ I’m afta’.”
With a bang and a shuffle of feet, four men would enter into the tavern, once again liveliness emerging within the empty tavern. Reactively, Dreadmane Vi would hastily turn his cheek to glance over with a brow raised in suspicion. Without a blink of an eye or hesitation, Dreadmane Vi would pluck the bell upon the table with his fingertips, lightly juggling it in the cup of his limp wristed hand, all before cocking his arm back to toss the bell jingling to each motion.
As the bell managed to successfully bounce off the chest of one of the men, they stopped dead in their tracks, slowly fixating their sights to glare at Dreadmane Vi with confusion and irritation. The rugged pirate admiral would glare right back, the bell jingling as it bounced and rolled upon the wooden floor, the only thing breaking the silence in the stand-off of awkward stares. Moments would pass, and eventually Dreadmane Vi would shrug his shoulders, cocking his head back to let forth a roaring, raspy cackle. “Aye’!” Dreadmane Vi called out in a bold, humored tone, slamming a single hand upon the table to bang upon the table. Such crude mannerisms would proceed with an addressing snap of his fingers, speaking up in a sly tone. “Les’ not get our knicka’s all bunched up tight an’ snug on yer’ rears—- T’is tavern be ‘bout getting’ our parched lips wet—- All in favor a fine merriment, ya savvy?” Dreadmane Vi would remain seated, calm in disposition, a wily, devilishly wicked grin drawing upon his face. With a tilt of his chin and a snap of his fingers, he would inquire with giving invitation. “…Go on now… Rum be on me—- An’ put it on me tab, aye?”
This is such an utterly fantastic post, everyone should read it.
Re-reblogging this for awesome writing.
What the hell does this even mean
I think this is a neat idea. :)
Interesting. New rpz! Sounds good
I welcome this!!
She just doesn’t get what the fuck she does to him. It’s like she’s either completely blind… Or she’s trying the hardest she can to crack him. How much self control can one man have? Harlock just doesn’t even know any more, cause he can feel himself breaking away at every edge every time she walks in to the room. And now… She walks in to the room over and over again… Each time modeling a different dress for him to pick from for their next big heist.
"Ara… I-I uhm…. I…." - This woman is really pushing him closer to the edge. Tell her the truth, she says. It’ll be fun, she says. FUCK NO! I know better then that!
Ara was rather used to men looking at her in lust. But also, she was no stranger to lust herself. It was part of the facts of life, in her opinion, and nothing to be ashamed of. Problems only started to grow when expectations grew beyond what the other party was capable of providing. Having been burned by this many times in the past, Ara had now mastered the art of expecting nothing. That way, she would never be disappointed.
Would it surprise Ara to know that Harlock had an interest in her physically? Not in the slightest, and that Ara knew how to handle.
But the fact that he looked on her with an affection and fondness which had once only been reserved for his dead wife, now THAT was foreign. She was the one who fell in love with others. Not the other way around.
Arainea Ser’ket’s heart was a strange place at the moment, one that was full of tangled feelings for her mentor as well as her former captain. Harlock did not need nor did he deserve to get caught in that web as well.
She would dance with him. But in the end, it could never be the dance that he wanted.