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[ask--killianjones]

This ship will be the death of me, brother. We both know that. They can take my life, they will one day. But there are places they cannot reach, things they can never take by threat of pain or death.

It’s a comfort, don’t you think?

I shall die here. Every inch of me shall perish, every inch but one. An inch, it is small and it is fragile, and it is the only thing in the world worth having. We must never lose it or give it away; we must never let them take it from us.

Dare I hope this inch that survives will be less melodramatic than the rest of you?

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theoriginalliamjones‌:

Liam checked the rope, running it through his callused fingers to make sure it was right. It didn’t matter, not really. It was close enough and soon would be bloodied and tossed over the side. Killian always rushed the process, sometimes even taking a few extra lashes for not doing it right, but Liam never did. There was no sense in wasting the calm before the storm.

Killian’s mumbled apology startled him away from the task and he looked up.

You shouldn’t have to-

No, he shouldn’t. And neither should Killian. It wasn’t fair, and he hated that Killian would have to assemble on deck with everyone else to see the punishment. But wishing and complaining had never made things better in his experience.

“I’m fine, Killian. Really. I’ll be fine,” he insisted, managing a weak smile for his little brother’s sake. “I always am.” There had been plenty of times like this to demonstrate that. And would doubtless be many more.

“Come on.” He picked up the whip with forced casualness as he stood. “We’re both supposed to be on deck.”

No. 

No no no no no.  

“It’s not fair,” Killian whispered,  the words coming out dangerously close to a whimper.  

His muscles burned.  A useless instinct to run or fight when there was nowhere to run and no one to fight.  No one to fight that wouldn’t make it worse… He wondered if it were possible to murder a man with nothing but a scrub brush and a leaky bucket.  Knock the captain over the head with the bucket, shove the brush down his throat…

They’d both be tied hand and foot and thrown overboard, if they were lucky.  But gods would it feel good for just a moment.  He felt a light brush of fingers against the back of his clenched fist and he took a breath,  forcing his gaze away from the captain and back to his brother.  

“This isn’t fair,” he repeated again,  uselessly.  

For a moment Liam looked like he were about to say something but an officer grabbed him by the shoulder and shoved him back towards the gathering crowd on deck.   To the place of ‘honor’;  the Captain’s favorite place to make Killian stand,  where he’d likely be cleaning blood off himself as well as his brother when all this was over.   

Killian’s fists clenched again in a desperate bid to control his temper.  Any sound from him would make things so much worse.  His nails bit into his palms and he focused on them. After all,  it was the only measure of fairness that he could now control, that he would spill first blood today.  

Do you think Killian might have been better off if you’d been worth the whole rowboat and Brennan had taken Killian with him when he left?

“Of course not,” Liam snapped. He didn’t look up from the rope he was unraveling with swift, well practiced motions. “In the short term, probably,” he conceded. “Maybe even for a few years if he was really lucky. But eventually that bastard would have abandoned Killian, too.” He started tying knots roughly along the strands of rope in his hands, jerking them tightly, emotion revealed in his movements that barely showed in his tone. “I can’t protect him as much as I want, but he needs someone here to stand between him and the captain’s anger.” He stared at the nine tightly knotted strands in his lap for a long moment before finally looking up. “Now, if you’re quite done asking ridiculous questions, we’re expected on deck where my own difficulties will likely continue to provide you amusement.”

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That was not your fault, Liam. And you didn’t try to take a break. You had a fever of 103. This may come as a shock to you, but being too sick to get out of bed is not the same as a holiday.

Besides, the only solo operation I am running in the next few weeks is the occasional supply run to the pharmacy at 2 am for gripe water. It’s about the only thing that helps the little one sleep some nights. I don’t remember Alice being so fitful...

Relax, brother. Unless my fate is death by sleep deprivation, the risks of this particular operation are minimal.

Dude, you need to make some other friends and not rely on family so much. Take a holiday with a girl; turn off your phone for a week. It’d be good for you!

That sounds lovely. Only, last time I tried to take a break, Killian decided to run off on a mission on his own. If I had been there on logistics when planning the mission, he might not have been captured.

Besides, even with always keeping my phone on, where am I supposed to find a woman I can trust? And one who won’t be scared off by how much of my life is running JR Solutions. Killian really hit the jackpot, finding a woman who doesn’t want to run after seeing the strange lives we lead with that.

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Moodboard + 🙏 - Millian

Halloween moodboard (regret)

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Send me “Moodboard” + a symbol for me to make a board for a muse (or pair) with an unpleasant twist.

Feel free to create AU situations with these, depending on the muses and fandoms. Some ideas are vague for all uses, while others are better suited to exploring new ideas or universes.

VAGUE:

😱Greatest fear(s) 🥀Illness 🤢Things they hate 🤕A time a muse was injured 😡A moment of anger/argument 💋A heartbreaking goodbye 💤A memorable nightmare 💢Peeves/annoyances 😭Something a muse misses 🔪Murder 🙏A great regret 💔Heartbreak 🖤A horrible memory  ⚠ A traumatic moment that haunts them 🃏Betrayal 😣Jealousy ☔A death that affected them greatly 💙Loneliness 👹A deadly sin associated with a muse

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💀Undead/Monsters 🤡Being part of a circus/freakshow act 👥An evil twin/opposite version of a muse 👻Death of a muse 🏰Grimm fairytale/dark fairytale 🏠In a haunted house 👿A muse as a demon 🏥Muse(s) in a hospital/asylum 👁️‍🗨️A stalker situation 🌋Post-apocalypse 🌄How they’d spend their last day 🎥If the muse(s) were in a horror film 🌈The afterlife for a muse 🦄Mythology ⚔ War 🦇Vampire/Vampire hunter ❓Fill in the blank (sender makes their own prompt)

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“You don’t have to be scared anymore.”

“I’m not scared.” Killian insisted, forcing himself to look away from the newly lit candle.

It’s just the dark.

Worse things hide in the light.

It’s just the dark.

“I just wanted to make sure you were still there. Not scared.”

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theoriginalliamjones‌:

An officer, huh?

And does this officer get a say in whether or not a few words are worth you risking your life over?

Is it not my sworn duty to spend my life in the defense of the honor and dignity of the Navy?  I have a vague recollection of some such promise and a terribly itchy dress uniform some months ago-

❝ Can we agree that duels are dumb and immature? ❞

Is that your way of saying you refuse to be my second?

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The sot was spewing flagrant disrespect for an officer of the King’s Navy.

I simply... invited him to reconsider his bile

❝ Can we agree that duels are dumb and immature? ❞

Is that your way of saying you refuse to be my second?

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I left out some of the more tedious tales, I suppose, but a voyage won’t last long with rotted out water barrels and...

Tell you what-

If you win we leave with the tide go as far as the rations will take us and worry about restocking along the way. If I win you give me 12 more hours and I’ll take you somewhere that may make you reconsider your opinion of landfall.

I’ll even let you deal...

"While you were busy, I've adopted forty-seven cats. They are our children now."

If this is retribution for being landlocked for three days I think just three of the tiny beasts would have made your point.

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"While you were busy, I've adopted forty-seven cats. They are our children now."

If this is retribution for being landlocked for three days I think just three of the tiny beasts would have made your point.

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❝ Leave a note for your next of kin. ❞

It didn’t go over very well

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❝ Can we agree that duels are dumb and immature? ❞

Is that your way of saying you refuse to be my second?

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justmilah‌:

Attempts? Attempts?! I’ll have you know, I made amazing friends with Mr. Boots!

, 

And besides, what if they starved??

I’m more concerned about the crew starving due to a thriving rodent population…   

My job is, among other things, to ensure that this crew never goes hungry. “Mr. Boots”  has a role aboard this ship, love, as do we all. 

I think Killian needs a pet. Have you considered getting him a monkey or a classic talking parrot?

“…as adorable as they seem to be, experience has taught me that monkeys are little shits. And parrots poop wherever. I do, however, want to see if I can convince him into getting a kitty.”

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There have been several felines living amongst the crew over the years,  very useful in protecting the stores.  

At least they were.  

Before your attempts to make friends rendered them less... hungry.  

I think Killian needs a pet. Have you considered getting him a monkey or a classic talking parrot?

“…as adorable as they seem to be, experience has taught me that monkeys are little shits. And parrots poop wherever. I do, however, want to see if I can convince him into getting a kitty.”

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“Perhaps they’re right Liam, you look-”  Was there a courteous way to tell your older brother and your Captain that he’d looked better after washing up on a beach?  Gods, he looked tired...  Liam had been standing more watches than any other crewman aboard, insisting upon overseeing every moment of operations even on nights like this, when most of the crew was on shore leave pending restocking in the morning.  

“I could handle the charts on my own if you wanted to get some sleep while things are quiet?”  

Liam was bent over the desk, squinting in the candlelight over some detail on an unfinished edge of the map.  It made the shadows under his eyes look darker.  “I’m a fair hand with the compass...” he trailed off.  He was more than a fair hand.  He’d outpaced every one of his classmates in every aspect of cartography and navigation.  Which didn’t stop Liam from insisting upon handling most of that himself as well...

Do you ever just stop and relax? Being you looks so ... exhausting

“I don’t have time to relax. I have to be more than I was.” More than a murderer. More than a mutineer. More than a slave. More than a child whose father didn’t want him.

Perhaps one day he could work hard enough to wash the blood from his hands, to matter, but for now he couldn’t relax. If he wasn’t tired enough when he went to bed, he would see their faces, the men he had killed. And he would see his father’s face in the mirror, selling children to the sea for his own freedom. So he worked himself to the bone during the day, harder than he had ever worked under threat of the lash. And he read by candlelight late into the night, until he thought he could get a few hours of real sleep, unhaunted by the faces of the boys he sent to their deaths.

“Besides,” he said, with a bright smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes, “why would I want to stop? Being in the royal navy has always been my dream.”

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 justmilah‌:

Milah winced at the sight of her hands. “Well, this looks painful.” She was starting to feel the sting but the adrenaline still rushing through her veins was being kind.

She thought about his question for a split second. “The line needed to be secured. You said it yourself.”

Killian gaped at her for a moment,  he hadn’t even realized she was listening.  It was a comment borne from frustration at watching the rigging flying loose across the deck,  the sail it was meant to be holding flapping madly in the wind.  It would need to be replaced,  the wind had torn it to rags not even worthy of mending-

“You can’t just grab loose rigging in a storm love,  it could have taken your arm,  your head…  It could have dragged you into the sea.”  His tone was terse.  She didn’t deserve it.  She didn’t know.  And fool that he was, it had never even occurred to him to warn her against chasing after flying metal and rope in the middle of a squall.  

He had promised her freedom, beauty, spices in the air and colors she’d never seen.  He’d almost given her lungs full of salt and a cold rest on the ocean floor.  He took a deep breath to calm himself before looking up from her abraded hands.  

“Please,  do not do that again.”    

"I’m going to set your shoulder on the count of three. one, two – "

@ask–killianjones - illness and injury starters - accepting

Milah bit down hard on the bit of wood on three, her cry of pain muffled. A moment later, though her shoulder still felt tender, it felt better. She cradled her arm to her chest and leaned against him. “I’d like to be the first to suggest I don’t make a habit of that.”