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Fjord: when i said, âbring me back something from the beach,â i meant like a seashell
Nott: [struggling to hold a seagull] well you didnât fucking say that
tsktoothâ / dead men tell no tales.
ITS HARD TO KEEP LAUGHTER FROM BETRAYING HIS PRANK as satisfaction dawns terror on nottâs face.    her cry of panic?  it rings sweet in his ears with victory.   luckily, the choked sort of muffled noise that does escape adds well to the charade, her skinny goblin arms braced around his middle with desperation.Â
he lets her get a few panicked pushes in  â   fjord may actually bruise a little from the force she uses, and heâll never let her live it down  â  before gasping, lolling his head   (  and most of his body weight   )   back onto her dramatically, and opening his mouth wide to show the button securely on his tongue. he blows it deftly onto the floor.
â   nott, you did it, you saved me. and all through the power of friendship.  â
nottâs skinny, bony arms donât carry much strength in them, her tiny form not exactly ideal for brute work, but her burning determination and her sense of responsibility for her friend more then makes up for it. sheâs not sure what sheâs doing wrong, canât figure out why he hasnât come to yet, canât think of anything else to do, and oh gods, when...
her gasp is way too dramatic but entirely sincere when fjord blows the button to the floor, perfectly fine, amused at her attempts and desperation, her care for him. she gasps, again, angrier now at the mocking, instead of just surprised. she tightens her arms around him, not for balance but to avoid any escapes from her reckoning, says, â next time, iâll let you die!! â and slams her head forward to headbutt him with her thick skull. she can take it but he canât, for sure.
Practical Magic (1998) dir. Griffin Dunne
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idk how to respond to post so i hope itâs ok if i drop a prompt for the 1000 followers thing; nott and fjord?
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bloomingdeedâ / caduceus.
not quite a family secret, heâs often shown visitors of the blooming grove how he makes tea;  the habitual aspects proved calming to an extent. â i mean, you just â â he motions how his hands would be when grinding leaves,  â and then, â drops the pretend leaves into the cupped palm of one hand.  â and then, add hot water. then you wait. â he looks over and  smiles, here. as though that was explanation enough, as though the temperature of the water doesnât matter and some leaves turned more bitter at hotter water temperatures. how â as though the length of time doesnât matter and itâs often not just something someone feels out. Â
â if youâd like. you could watch me next time? and then i could watch you. â
nott carefully watches caduceusâ hand motions, devoutly focuses on them, determined not to miss any secret that might be divulged through all of it. by the end, of course, she realizes that thereâs nothing to be found out. like most things involving caduceus: itâs all honesty, as simple as anything else in life (and thatâs to say, not at all).Â
the theatre he put up especially for her is not any different than the motions anyone else would go through making tea, or any other heated beverage. itâs not any different than what she would do, as uninformed as she is. she looks up at him at last. â sure, caddy, letâs do that. â it seems pointless but thatâs not a good reason to stop herself from doing it. â and maybe i can teach you something too? â
brknshâ / cay-cay.
     he looks down at his nails a little sheepishly. itâs not that he dislikes the idea of painting them, just thatâ nervous habits are nervous habits. â can you not ⌠paint them like this? â sure, theyâre a bit short, but itâs not like heâs eaten them off his fingers.
nott does her best not to transcribe how excited she is about painting his nails into her boy language, lest she scare him off (itâs unclear whether she succeeds or not; it doesnât matter, in the end). she approaches him daintily, coy. â i mean, i guess i can... â and sheâs busting out three different bottles of nail polish: a shimmery plum purple, a wine-dark red, and bright gold. â okay, which one?? â
tsktoothâ / feehorordy.
PERFECTLY STILL, FJORD WATCHES FROM UPSIDE DOWN as the goblin bustles to position herself just right across the room, sizes up her target.  only the barest shake of his shoulders betrays the laughter which sits in his belly.Â
as the button is launched, arcs through the air,  somehow impossibly,  perfectly thrown,   fjord   (   through his being deeply impressed    )    has only a split second to react as his mouth clamps shut. his body jolts in his chair as he slips the button under his tongue and clutches his throat, eyes bulging with a choked yelp.
heâs completely fine  ,   but how else to best teach nott a lesson about throwing shit at him  ?
she barely has any time to be proud of herself, of her perfect and diligently practiced aim, barely has a moment to celebrate her victory before everything comes crashing down. her eyes widen as she realizes whatâs happening, the wet sounds coming from fjordâs throat, his bulging eyes.Â
oh shit. oh no. â fjord! â she rushes down from her vantage place, rushes through the rest of the tavern, suddenly a goblin with a mission instead of just a goblin having fun. she skitters up his body, twines her arms around his middle and pushes, hoping this works. sheâs not a healer but... â i told you not swallow it and what do you do? you go ahead and swallow it! what are you, stupid? oh gods!! â her voice is mostly annoyed, with just a tinge of panic.
tsktoothâ / fee-jordata.
ITâS EVEN MORE SATISFYING THAN FJORD HAD THOUGHT IT WOULD BE  ,   ignoring nott so entirely.    plinkâŚÂ  a pause.  plink⌠plinkâŚÂ  a noise of confusion from somewhere else in the tavern as a button goes wide.   plink-plink-plink-plink.
itâs been about a good fifteen buttons hitting the back of his neck and arms with near perfect accuracy and fjord has barely twitched, nottâs eventual screech cutting through the hush and, in his mind, equalling his win this round.
a momentâs consideration passes before fjord tips his head back where he sits, mouth wide open and a smirk playing around the corners of his lips:   â   ariâght.   sâgo.   â
sheâs so surprised to have him addressing her that it takes her a few moments to react, to scramble around for the best possible resting place, considering the angle and their height difference and how fjord will not make this any easier then her already has.
sheâs good but not as good as sheâd be with a tool assisting her (a slingshot, maybe?). but itâs okay, she knows she can do this. sheâs sure. she focuses, and just before sending the button in a wide arch in the direction of his mouth, she says:Â â donât eat it. â

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sheâs been hurling buttons at him for a few minutes now. sheâs not sure if he hasnât noticed or is just really good at ignoring her; both theories make her incredibly annoyed. â hey, fee-yord! open your mouth, let me see if i can get one in. â
@tsktooth / fee-jordy.
â caleb, you have to stop chewing your nails so i can actually paint them. â she says this as if she doesnât have several bottles of nail polish in her pocket, as if she isnât waiting for his permission, as if she hasnât asked before.
@brknsh / cay cay.
â okay , beau, i get it, youâre basically, technically, â she carefully enunciates the word the same way that jester would. â bruce lee. now say something new. â
@cobaltsouled / beau.
sometimes it feels good to fuck with something. instead of always being fucked with.
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even before she was like this, green and spiky and undesirable and not herself, nott-veth got picked on. she was never very special, never too good at anything, other than collecting things that are worthless. collecting baubles and trinkets that are as worthless as she is is not big talent, not something you can make money out of, not something you can make your life about.
no amount of bullying ever got a big reaction from her: when she was teenager, sheâd just turn around and try her best at ignoring it, learn to make up her own white noise, go to her happy place (there was no happy place, not even inside her own mind). the other kids thought she was stupid for listening to it instead of running away (maybe she was, maybe she is). at the goblin camp, as a prisoner, there wasnât much she could do besides bear it.
she knows she carries the insults and the shaming around like an invisible burden, knows that itâs been internalized, knows that having all that shit hurled at her all the time made it true inside her own head. knows that it was true even before everyone around her made it their personal responsibility telling her how no good at all she is. people donât just make this stuff up for entertainmentâs sake; thereâs a starting point that is as true as the sky is blue.
sheâd like to think that all paths wouldâve lead to the same conclusion: thatâs she not particularly smart, not particularly charismatic, not particularly dexterous, not particularly brave, not particularly anything.  she doesnât think thatâs made her particularly bitter, or particularly insensitive. she never had many social skills before all the terrible things that happened to her made her. she was always this: the not any good at anything girl.Â
the last person sheâd expect to defend beau from nottâs good-natured ribbing is molly, but she shouldâve seen it coming, she guesses, what with the way he sees her and treats her like a child. youâd think that at some point heâd realize sheâs older than beau and older than him, too, probably. that heâd learn that thereâs no ill in her heart when she says beau is rude; she knows how mean people can be, sheâs suffered it, and she never wants to be on that side of the equation.
â iâm not fucking with her. â thatâd be too harsh. she doesnât want to cross any lines. â iâm just joking. like you do. like fjord does. â
hello!!! i know iâm not around often but i do love interacting here, both in character and out of character. some quick announcements: 1) changed my url from assholeadjacent to andnotbrave and 2) nottâs new faceclaim is qâorianka kilcher, in light of her official art portrait. donât think iâll be using the icon set often but, ya know, itâs available.
thatâs all for psa stuff. but um, like this post for one-liner starter thingie or message me if you have a plotting idea (thatâd be especially awesome actually)??

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â nobody really knows the nuances of what you get up to in your spare time, and honestly theyâre probably better off that way. â from watrlog ldskdf
shitty horoscopes / meme. | @watrlog
nott doesnât keep most of the things that she does a secret. not because she likes to be open with others (she doesnât) but more because sheâs no good at keeping secrets. itâs a problem, she knows, and sheâs conscious of it even though if she isnât working that hard to remedy it (the mighty nein have, surprisingly, arrived at a stage of their friendship where not sharing does more harm then good).
nott knows she isnât a particularly hard mystery to solve even if she isnât an open book. every secret sheâs ever kept either wasnât hers or was kept out of necessity (even if the necessity was keeping her shame and other peopleâs judgment at bay). all thatâs needed is a bit of curiosity, a bit of interest, a bit of kindness, to make nott spill all of her beans.
fjord isnât particularly curious about her life, isnât particularly interested in what she does in her spare time, and isnât particularly kind, in general. he reminds her of the kids from her childhood except taller and more green. nott huffs at his words, and puts her hands on her hips. â thatâs rich coming from you, ball eater. â
sapphiretricksterâ / jess.
        Her eyebrows raise, bottom lip quickly puckering up in a small pout. âYes, I do!â Sometimes. Not a lot. Sheâs aware of that, but right now being surrounded by people wounded and bruised is quite possibly not the right time to joke. Still, Jester canât stay mad for too long, especially not at Nott, so her knuckles crack as she finishes her spell on Yasha, and rushing towards the smaller woman she kneels next to them and takes a deep breath. âIs it just this thing? You didnât get poisoned or anything else, right? Are you bleeding?â
she deigns to staying quiet this time, yielding to jesterâs pout, as she often does (as most people do). she knows how hard the tiefling tries and knows how much she cares and decides to be settled and reassured by that (itâs nice to poke fun at jester, considering how often she does the same to those around her, but some subjects are... touchy, nott knows). she raises her arm, slowly, when the cleric finally comes to her aid. â i donât think thereâs anything else. â other then the heavy bruising on her left side, that is. â are you hurt? â