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❔ i challenge you to come up with some muse pair ups we haven't already talked about lmaooo

       CHALLENGE ACCEPTED LOTTIE !  you know when i said i wasn’t going to stop until i have something with every single one of your fantastic muses, i meant that.  so !  without further ado, here are just  some  of the muses from your list that i still need to collect,  &  who i think might vibe well with them based on some very initial thoughts :

● emma woodhouse  —   with  birdie  as her art tutor in her own canon,  or with  margaery  as a friend in either her canon  or  modern verse,  or with  stede  as a potential suitor for either emma or her sister ( it does not go well ) in her caribbean verse !

● jamie fraser  —  could be fun with  melisandre  in his asoiaf verse,  or with  miranda  in his caribbean/pirate war verse,  or with  carlisle  when jamie is in carolina maybe ?

● jude varney  —  might be fun for jude to meet either  margaery  or  katiana  during his schooling timeline !

● martha jones  —  she’s a doctor...  carlisle  is a doctor... need i say more ?

● morgana pendragon  —  i just have this feeling that she would be amazing with  howl  somehow some way,  &  he could easily be adapted to her canon.  or maybe  melisandre  would be an interesting addition for when morgana is in her revenge era ?

● rachel kinsley  —  maybe she would be fun with  stede,  &  it could be pretty easy to get them together since she’s a smuggler !

● ruth keegan  —  she should absolutely meet  steve  in her stranger things au, js.

🪐 — JACK SPARROW​  for  stede !

        There was something irritatingly earnest in Jack’s smile too, something he wished would go away immediately. This would be easier if the only thought on his mind was in fleecing this undoubtedly rich, undoubtedly naive fool — but could he really be blamed for genuinely wanting to know more about him, too? After all, a man who had the audacity to walk into a Tortuga bar dressed like that was a man with either a spectacular lack of common sense, or a man who simply didn’t care for what other people thought of him. The second sentiment was something Jack could respect. Begrudgingly. He took a mental note of Stede’s drink order. Red wine. Definitely accustomed to the high life. Jack asked for his usual, go-to drink of rum before reaching out to shake the extended hand. “ The pleasure’s all mine, Captain Bonnet. ” There was no use introducing himself: both this Stede Bonnet and now the entire tavern knew that Captain Jack Sparrow was in port.

         “ The Revenge, hm? ” Curious name for a ship. An even curiouser name for a ship captained by a man who didn’t appear like he’d had a violent thought ever in his life. And that was without even stating the obvious: that this man wasn’t just a pirate, but a pirate captain. “ Revenge against what? ” It was an innocuous question accompanied by a small smile and a shrug, although perhaps Stede would surprise him with his response. Jack’s thoughts were rarely far away from the word, after all, particularly as of late. He craned his head to glance once more at the man’s outfit. “ Revenge against pointed shoes that civilised society insists are fashionable? You’ll find boots are so much more comfortable. Especially on board a ship. ” He stopped short of mentioning that he’d worn them himself in the merchant service for five years of his life and hated every minute of it.

    IT’S NOT EXACTLY A TRICK QUESTION,  the other captain seemingly having meant nothing by it aside from placating his curiosity.  &  yet stede finds himself unprepared for it,  &  he’s left grasping for what to say.  in truth, he had simply thought it sounded like a fearsome name for a ship, like the kind of thing that a true rapscallion of the high seas would name their vessel.  but even with his lack of real-life experience with pirates, stede was not naive enough to think that such an admission would be taken well.  amongst men like this, strength was respected above all else.  &  with no victorious stories of his own to tell as of yet, he stammers for a moment.                                           but at the mention of his shoes, stede’s gaze drops, grateful for the distraction.  ❝ what, these ?  no, of course not.  i actually find them quite comfortable  —  but perhaps i’m just used to them. ❞  after all, if he showed up to one of his high-society luncheons in a pair of plain old boots like the ones that captain jack donned, he would surely be laughed straight out of room  —  though stede had to admit, the soft well-worn leather looked far more appealing than the stiff shiny lacquer that encased his own feet.  perhaps he could consider this his first piece of official advice, captain-to-captain.  &  he gives a shallow laugh, that the break in the tension allowing him to formulate a response.         ❝ why, i seek revenge against the crown, of course !  don’t we all ? ❞  it’s only an educated guess, but surely england would be a suitable target of ire amongst men such as these, who lived their lives boldly outside the law.  ❝ the king’s navy thinks they can tell me what to do, but i tell you this now, i do not take too kindly to being made to follow orders. no sir, stede bonnet is a man who takes what it is he wants. ❞  never mind that in reality, he had only pillaged a single plant from a pair of poor fishermen thus far.

🪐 — CAPTAIN TEAGUE   for  calypso !

Tia Dalma’s laughter always gave him pause. There was an ominousness to it as if she was amused by a secret joke rather than anything you had said. Teague grunted in response as he walked over to a corner of the shack adorned with colourful bottles filled with what were surely very expensive potions of questionable usefulness. He had never claimed to be above their laws. They simply weren’t his. Still refusing to look at her, Teague picked up a small, rectangular bottle that was half filled with thick crimson liquid. “ Too late for that, then. I’ve already accepted the position. ” The decision still weighed heavily on him. He hadn’t even wanted the bloody thing but with Jack being so young it was the best option. He shrugged as if trying to throw off some of the exhaustion from the past few days, “ someone has to keep the brethren in line. ”

    SHE COULD REMEMBER  when teague had been a young man himself.  but like all men, he had grown up in spite of his best efforts.  responsibility, it seemed, could turn mortals old faster than time alone could.  ❝ &  you believe yourself to be the right person to do such a thing, do you ? ❞  the room is crowded with items, yet she moves to his side without jostling anything, well used to the way her body moves through limited space of her shack.  ❝ you say you wish to be the one who upholds the brethren’s so-called code.  but why ?  is it because you have such trouble following rules yourself — ❞  her fingers pluck the bottle from his hands  &  place it back on the shelf with a soft but decisive tap,  dark eyes glaring pointedly up at him.  ❝  —  & so your solution is to place yourself in a position above them ? ❞  teague is among the most difficult men she has met ( &  she has met more than a few in her time ), but something in the way he avoids her gaze now makes the goddess curious, her head tilting slightly to one side.  ❝ or perhaps you don’t actually want the position at all; don’t tell me that even the fearsome captain teague has now found himself bending to the will of others expectations. ❞ 

What We Do in the Shadows 2.05

— Tathève Simonyan, Colourless Musings

[text ID: In my corner of the world, killing is a love language.]