#( 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍. )

[blasphemir]

tag dump.

❜ /  ⠀ IC  ⠀ ﹕  ⠀   ⠀   A GOOD HEAD ON HIS SHOULDERS   ―   &  𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘬.

❜ /  ⠀ OUT  ⠀ ﹕  ⠀   ⠀   oh hell naw look at my doctor i'm going to die.

❜ /  ⠀ DASH  ⠀ ﹕  ⠀   ⠀   ACTING 'A LITTLE SILLY' EVENT   ―   (2355 DEAD / 47645 MISSING).

❜ /  ⠀ META  ⠀ ﹕  ⠀   ⠀   THE DEVELOPMENT OF CONSCIOUSNESS IS   ―   the 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘯 / 𝘴𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 / 𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 of man.

❜ /  ⠀ PSYCHE  ⠀ ﹕  ⠀   ⠀   a human is nothing more than a machine .

❜ /  ⠀ CRACK  ⠀ ﹕  ⠀   ⠀   the name's practice...   MAL PRACTICE.

❜ /  ⠀ AES  ⠀ ﹕  ⠀   ⠀   I DON'T NEED GOD   ―    because i'm 𝙝𝙞𝙢.

❜ /  ⠀ ANS  ⠀ ﹕ UNIMPORTANT FILES are sorted to pile five.

Ⅱ   /  ⠀ AUDIO.

Ⅱ   /  ⠀ SAVED   ―  ⠀   ⠀   progress report.

Ⅱ   /  ⠀ ASKMEME.

Ⅱ   /  ⠀ REF   ―  ⠀   ⠀   research 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘴 ...

( 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂. / vis. )

( 𝐄𝐂𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐂 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐔𝐒. / vis. )

( 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄. / vis. )

( 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐉𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑. )

( 𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄. )

( 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍. )

( 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓. )

( 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄. )

( 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐑 𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐘. )

( 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑. )

( 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐊𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐄. )

( 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐄. )

[nyyfever]

𝐇��𝐏𝐏𝐘 𝟑𝟕𝐓𝐇 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐎 𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘, 𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐘𝐘𝐘𝐘 𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐒𝐒𝐁𝐘𝐘𝐘𝐘!!

[sabokunsmalia]

𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍; levi ackerman featuring: fem!scout reader x captain!levi ackerman topic: you can't just stop your mouth, and your captain thinks you need to be taught a lesson for the utter disrespect. content warning: degrading, p in v, hair pulling, choking, light slappingf hi it's malia: omg, when i'm done with writing and posted all those drabbles, my brain will be numb. just know, this is the fourth in 24 hours, and i still can't control my mind.

There was no doubt that Captain Levi had enough of your ridiculous behavior towards him, and any other person which stood above you in rank. As a simple soldier of the Special Operations Squad, it was almost everyone who was allowed to fill your plate with orders and commands. But something was off today, you weren't accepting any of Levi's comments, not even the threatening ones where he offered to cut of your tongue if you did not stop talking back to him.

For the entirety of the training sessions of the day, the two of you were at each other's throat. Barking insults at the other, attemting to outdo the other, and especially sending glares in their direction to deliver a message without a word. Oh, how badly Levi desired to wipe off that smug smirk, which decorated your face since landing a perfect score in the last exercise. Something, which happened the last time when Levi was still a cadet in training. "She's getting to you," Hange joked from the sidelines, armes crossed over her chest while closely watching the newbie's do their sessions underneath Erwin's stern gaze.

"She's being a brat because she wants attention, it's ridiculous," Levi answered with a deep scoff, feeling the annoyance boil in the pit of his stomach. As if your proud grins in his direction and not so subtle winks weren't enough, he had to listen to his best friend throwing unnecessary comments too. "As a certified Titan tamer, you might be able to tame bratty cadet's too," The Section Commander suggested to her friend, wiggling her thin eyebrows underneath the glasses.

"Four-Eyes," Levi turned his head away from the group of cadets, crossing his muscular arms over his chest himself. He was almost a head smaller than Hange, having to tilt his head back to look at her eyes. "Are you suggesting for me to harm a cadet," It wasn't a question, it was most likely a statement from the Squad Captain. After all, he was known for his rough behavior in the Scouts Regiment.

"It's not like you're known for playing particulary nice to new cadets," Hange laughed at the way his emotionless mask faltered for merely a second. She witnessed his emotions before, once in a while the pain and the stress was just enough to have Levi's mouth twitch into a frown or smile. There were many options. He did not answer her anymore, turning away from his friend and superior to glance back at the cadets. And there it was once again, the mischievous smirk on your lips that he desired so badly to wipe off. And he would, without a doubt.

"Brat Taming huh," Levi scoffed, walking straight onto the field and towards the group of cadets. A couple of them saluted, others shivered when they saw the face of humanity's strongest, and others gushed about his appearance. You. You were simply smirking at him, blades pushed into the metal sheath and arms crossed over your chest. Before a snarky comment could leave your dry mouth, the Squad Captain was so quick in wrapping his slender fingers around yoyur hwrist and pulling you away from the group, straight towards the headquarters building.

“Captain Levi,” You tried to gain his attention, being dragged along through the corridors. “Where are we going?”

“Brat Taming,” He simply retorted, remembering the facts what Hange has told him minutes ago. Maybe she was right, maybe he was good at those things. Levi definitely had to find out, and you were the perfect, little experiment. His office was a secluded room in the back. One where he could work without any unnecessary disturbance from the cadets or Hange’s annoying theories.

As soon as the door opened, and closed seconds later again, you were pushed onto your knees. Struggling to fight against the Captain’s strength, you certainly were curious if his dick was the same in size as his ego. Playing the his belt, Levi opened it with a quick grip, and threw the leather on the ground. “Suddenly so obedient,” The black-haired male commented, playing with the buttons on the tight pants with one hand while his other grabbed your chin.

Thumb placed underneath your bottom lip, the chin placed on his pointer finger. “How about being a good girl for once? Sounds interesting?” He suggested, not a muscle of his face twitched.

“Boring,” You groaned, rolling your eyes to exaggerate a tad with your behavior. “I thought you’re a little less vanilla,” Flat palm placed on the floor beside your body, one hand on each side, you attempted to stand up from the uncomfortable position. Instead, Levi reacted quickly, even if he felt slightly stunned by how you went up against him another time. His hand moved from your chin, around your jawline and forced your body to stay down with harsh movements.

The Captain crouched down in front of you, one leg touching the floor while the other stayed in the air. Underarms placed on his clothed thigh, Levi’s glare intensified. Eyes squinted further together, he spoke again, “Stop acting like a fucking superior, you’re nothing but a subordinate,”

Cheeks squished together by his fingertips, you stared him down while listening to what he has to say. “Now,” Levi stood up once again , opening the button of his slacks. “You’re going to make yourself useful for once,” He harshly commented, letting his pants fall down to the floor, followed closely by the tight pair of boxershorts, he wore underneath.

Your eyes raked over his body, taking in the defined lines of his toned chest, which could be seen through the tight white button up, Levi decided to wear today. It was the first time, seeing the Captain dressed in a much more casual attire instead of his Scout gear. A pleasant sight which made it difficult for you to concentrate and gave you a reason to act out further. Misbehaving got you in this position, and you did not know if you should consider yourself lucky or doomed.

“I hate you,” You muttered, knowing the consequences were chosen particularly by Levi for you. Pretty sure, none other comrade would be treated like that. Behind closed doors, the Captain’s dick presenting itself in all the glory and extremely hard in front of your face. Soft pink tip covered in smeared pre-cum, it was too beautiful to watch how he twitched when you locked up.

“I know,” Levi chuckled, the first time in months you have seen a different reaction on his stone-cold face. Muscles twitched, and even a tone which sounded like laughter escaped his dry throat. “Turns me on, so better accept your punishment without needing my helping hand,”

Words sparked your imagination, trying to find the right placement for his slender fingers when you already leaned forward. It could be possible for him to strangle you, and cover it up as an accident.

After all, Captain Levi was a popular man, with too many admirers looking up to him and too many maidens wanting to have him. One of your trembling hands wrapped around his girth, fingertips landing on the prominent which stood out and pulsated.

“In for a treat,” You giggled, watching closely how the white-ish mixture oozed out of the slit at his light pink tip. “Punishment, nothing else,” Levi commented, placing his sprawled out fingers on the back of your head and pushing your opened mouth down on his waiting cock. Chocking on his size for a moment, your fists banged against his muscular thighs but the Captain did not care.

He would not stop the harsh treatment until you accepted the punishment for being such a brat to your captain. “Open wide for me,” Levi grunted, using his hand for support and to allow him a steady rhythm while fucking your mouth. You still struggled, fingernails digging painfully strong into his skin.

But Levi has been through worse pain, through worst injuries. This was not enough, could not even compare. “Obey,” Levi groaned, “It’s easy, and I won’t have to inflict more pain,” Thin strands of her were wrapped around his fingers, pulling shortly but with enough strength to see your eyes twitch with a tad of pain. Others might think the punishmnt was too much, others might have reported such a situation to the commander of the scout regiment. But Hange's suggestion was the right way, you did not need a good talking to, you need to be taught a lesson. An educative thirty minutes from Levi's harsh attitude.

And you knew, you would not get out of this room today, without obeying his orders for once. Barking at him, insulting his composure and the emotionless mask he wore, you should have expected such a punishment at one time. So, the rebel in your brain accepted what Captain Levi had prepared, slowly, wrapping your swollen lips tightly around his dick, and moving on your own.

"See," Levi's eyes widened slightly, not enough to notice by someone who wasn't clearly staring at his face. "Much easier without running your mouth for once," His slender fingers untangled from your air, allowing you more freedome with movements and releasing the painful grip.

"Now, you can be a good girl, and prove your qualities," Levi patted the top of your head like he has been doing with the people he actually liked around here. A loving gesture somehow, the Captain's way of showing his affection.

[thecptn]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍 — of bbc's ghosts. written by jae (he/they). 18+, independant, private, selective, oc & crossover friendly.

©

[enjomo-arch]

❝   ── 𝐇𝐄𝐘  𝐀𝐂𝐄  &  𝐒𝐀𝐁𝐎 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐉𝐎𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐖 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐖 𝐔𝐏 ? ── 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐀𝐀𝐓 ?! 𝐍𝐎 𝐖𝐀𝐘, 𝐋𝐔𝐅𝐅𝐘 ! ── 𝐈'𝐌 𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐁𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍 !

ind & semi - sel ASL BROTHERS adored by azz, shiba & gore © ©

[crownofconvergencerp]

𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐀𝐒 𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍 𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒

Silas Grimshaw has done everything within his power to leave his less than pleasant past behind him. But now the past has revealed itself to be even darker than he ever could have imagined, and the chains which that past uses to keep their hold on him are no longer just metaphorical.

TW: Child Abandonment, Human experimentation, bullying, violence, death.

Why was Silas left upon the doorstep of an orphanage on a cold winter night thirty six years ago? It’s a question that he’s spent a great deal of time asking himself throughout his life, though he’s come no closer to knowing for sure what the true answer is. In his mind, he figures that it might have had something to do with his unusual appearance, having been born with hair as white as the snow, and with eyes a goldish yellow; perhaps he was a child born into a family of some nobility, and cast out because of these strange features. What he figures is really a more likely scenario though, is that he was the product of a relation made outside of the customs of a marriage, and he was disposed of as the result of a desire by his parents to protect their standings and reputations within society, as well as perhaps to keep their respective families from ever finding out about their transgressions.

Ultimately, it doesn’t make much difference what the reason for his abandonment was, and even if he was ever to know the truth, it wouldn’t change what that abandonment resulted in. He, who had no family, no wealth, not even a name to call his own, was taken in by the orphanage, and christened Silas Grimshaw by the people working there that night; and it was at that orphanage that he spent the next eighteen years of his life, wishing for nothing more than to escape. So much did he hate the place, and so badly did he wish to get away, that he made several attempts throughout the years to leave, though none of them were particularly successful, as he had nowhere else that he could go. In hindsight, he can look back on his time there and appreciate the lessons that it taught him. It was there that he learned to be self sufficient, and the constant bullying and torment that he suffered at the hands of the other children due to his bizarre appearance undoubtedly toughened him up. But the most valuable thing that his years at the orphanage gave him was the capacity to dream of leaving it behind and forging an identity for himself; and the day he turned eighteen, he set off to do exactly that.

As far as he could see it, Silas’ best chance to put the orphanage as far behind him as he could, and to simultaneously rise in station and create an identity for himself, was to join the Withermore army. He took to the soldier’s life almost immediately, and his inborn desire to prove himself, and to outdo all the competition that had come from years of competing for everything with the other children at the orphanage, proved to be a massive advantage for him. After only a couple years spent as a standard foot soldier, he had impressed so greatly with his relentless tenacity, not to mention the several noteworthy accomplishments that he had to his credit, that he was persuaded to leave to army by the leader of the prestigious Destarin Rangers; unaffiliated men and women who were tasked with patrolling the lands and fighting off bandits, wild animals, and most importantly, monsters who dared to prowl too close to town’s borders. This turned out to be Silas’ true calling, and his exceptional skill led to him becoming the leader of his own unit of Rangers before long; a position that he still holds to this very day.

And so the orphan who had been abandoned as a baby, who had been left with no family, no wealth, and no name, had managed to forge an identity for himself at long last. He was a respected individual in society, who had overcome everything that had stood in his way to find some semblance of satisfaction and fulfillment in his life.

And then, without warning, everything changed.

It all started when, during a particularly strenuous battle with a dragon, Silas felt this strange sensation overtaking his body, and a moment later he blacked out. When he came back around, it was to see that the dragon had been defeated, its body still aflame with a strange black fire, but so too were the bodies of Silas’ comrades. With horror, Silas realized that he himself must have somehow been responsible for this, though how, he could not begin to explain. There was someone who could though, and they made their presence known at that moment, when, from a spout of flames, emerged a large horned demon. The Demon explained that Silas was no ordinary human, as he had always believed himself to be, but was, in fact, a mutant, due to the experimentations that had been done to him by his sorceress mother whilst she had still carried him in the womb; and the Grimfyre, as The Demon called it, was the most powerful of these mutations. But as if this wasn’t all bad enough, what The Demon told him next was potentially the worst news of all: Silas’ mother had sold his soul to the very demon standing before him, in exchange for more power for herself. This meant, as The Demon explained, that Silas had no choice but to obey his commands, no matter how much he did not want to; to refuse was to die and face eternal damnation. And now that the Grimfyre had finally awoken within Silas, just as The Demon had been waiting for, he had every intention of making good on the investment he’d made all those years ago.

Now Silas finds himself traveling far and wide across the continent, doing tasks at the command of The Demon who controls him. He has no idea what The Demon’s endgame is, but he knows that he must find a way to break free of his control before he finds out.

WHAT ARE YOU...?

species: mutated human. weaknesses: mortal weaknesses; can be killed by the destruction of his mortal vessel. cannot cast any magic whatsoever when not using grimfyre. Has no control over himself when using grimfyre (see below). strengths: enhanced vitality, magic resistance. has access to a power called grimfyre, which causes his body to become engulfed in black magical flames which can be used to great effectiveness in combat. however, when he taps into using grimfyre, Silas loses all control over himself, and can cause unintended destruction and harm.. physical description: white hair, golden-yellow eyes. when grimfyre is activated, his entire body is cloaked in black fire.. additional info: silas’ mutations are the result of his birth mother, who is a very powerful sorceress, doing experiments on him whilst she was still carrying him in the womb. then, after he was born, she made a deal with a demon, selling silas’ soul in exchange for more power for herself. however, rather than choosing to actually take silas’ soul then and there, the demon allowed him to keep it within his vessel, so that he could have control over silas and use him for his own purposes later down the line.

silas grimshaw is played by dusto and their fc is henry cavill.

[grimdartktb]

𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐆𝐎𝐑𝐄, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑 Star Wars OC, originally designed October 22nd, 2022

[capitaneus]

    𝐓𝐇𝐄    𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐄     𝐀𝐍𝐃     𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒     𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍.

#CAPITANEUS. independent IL CAPITANO of the FATUI HARBINGERS ( genshin impact ). headcanon based portrayal until canon confirms otherwise. themes of violence, adult content and spoilers. minors do not interact. by dima. © ♫

CARRD.   / BLOGS: @baishouqijia ✦ @knayv ✦ @kohlapsar ✦ @castsblight

[ofaflower]

𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐖

reposted from an old blog ! applicable to both prime and kelvin timelines.

Starfleet doesn’t outright forbid interpersonal and romantic relationships between crew members, however it’s easy to judge based on dialogue throughout the various series to know that it is something that is still a bit of a challenge. So I thought I would give my take on how I think this system works — and how it will affect how Jim approaches romances with other members of the Enterprise.

As Captain, Jim is in the awkward position of being the commanding officer to everyone on board the ship. Which means that he has to be very careful; Jim will not actively pursue relationships: romantic or sexual with members of the crew. He holds responsibility over them and the risk of abusing his power of authority (or even being thought of doing so) is a serious concern. Five years in space is also a very long time to be trapped on a ship with former flames. This doesn't mean flirtations don’t happen, or he doesn’t ever consider it — but most relationships of the kind are either non-enterprise members or outside of Starfleet entirely, with some variants depending on the timelines. This doesn’t mean he would outright refuse any relationship with crew members, just that should he go down that road he wouldn’t break his own rules for a fling. it would have to be something he is serious about.

Additionally, should Jim ever find himself in a scenario where he does wish to start a relationship with a member of the crew, he cannot initiate strictly because of his position of authority. It would be far too easy for a bystander or for Starfleet Command to misinterpret such events should he do so. It would take a lot for him to break this rule (such things would need to be plotted out), but for the most part he has to suffer silently and wait for something to respond to that cannot be twisted.

Once a relationship has started (and if of other species, they’ve received the okay from the CMO) it has to be reported. Naturally, Starfleet wants to make sure there is no reason for concern. ensure that there is no special treatment or favours being gained by the relationship. They cannot, of course, make them cease being together — but I imagine things like reassignments or demotions could occur if reason for concern arises. How strict this is probably varies depending on the relationship. For instance, a relationship with characters like Spock or Leonard McCoy would likely come with more pressure and close surveillance than others due to the uniqueness of their positions. 

There is also, of course, media and gossip. Regardless of the timeline, Jim Kirk cannot help but seem to draw attention. He is well-known and this draws attention. there will be whispers, not just on the ship but throughout Starfleet as well. There is also the media, reporters, etc on Earth especially. annoying, but unavoidable — the intensity of this would also vary on the partner. 

Lastly, as Captain, Jim's priorities have to be his command. It means, being called away when needed — no matter the hour or frequency. It means putting his life in danger constantly for the needs of the mission and crew. it means sometimes him or his partner having to do things the other might not like as a means to survival in certain situations. It also means, the very real and scary thought that he might have to one day choose said mission or crew over them. it could mean inter-personally, or it could mean down to having to choose one or a couple lives over the majority or mission. It’s not something he likes to think of, but it's a very real scenario that could occur and it would be something that they’d need to talk about. 

In conclusion, despite being a hopeless romantic and someone who has vast amounts of love to give, the life he leads makes relationships hard. He doesn’t view himself as someone who can have the ‘white-picket fence and two children’ life, which is why he is hesitant to pursue relationships of this nature — however, if he was in one, he would do his best to combat and work through every difficult aspect to make it work. After all, this would never be something he takes lightly.

[flownintothesun]

     𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐀𝐃𝐘 takes pause at the words granted to him. They sound like a threat. But then, most things do, these days.  He then considers if he is a loyal man. A loyal — well, something. Man, monster, it’s all the same when they play one another’s roles so well.

     If there is anything to be loyal toward, it is only the sea — ever changing, ever expansive. There is something caged within the maelstrom of his heart that yearns to be spat up — and yet, he ignores it as readily as he ignores his own reflection, unchanging in the mirrors — damned and cursed. Whatever rests at the bottom of the swirling calamity of his heart is what calls him here, what lures him in with its siren song. Looking for something, always looking for something. Frown of consideration turns into a smirk, his signature. Dimples are gone, and what’s left is cold, cruel as the watery grave. One becomes akin to that which he loves.

      “If I were a betting man, I’d place my coin on stubbornness being my downfall — though it’s just as likely I’ll never die. A pity that nothing seems to work out as we expected it would.”

[crownofconvergencerp]

𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐈 𝐆𝐎𝐃 𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐊𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐁𝐃𝐈𝐒

the thirty-two year old pirate captain and smuggler with a reputation that proceeds him; he is a demigod and the son of the god neptune and has a natural affinity towards all things water. formally the now lost prince of the kingdom of crirtha, there seems to be nothing royal about this pirate who for the right price can be hired for any job, though just what that price is depends on his mood.

In the case of Shadden Danner, his reputation proceeds him; an infamous young pirate captain who has been able to commandeer his own personal fleet of vessels. No one, not even his own crew, know anything about his origins and really what follows are stories about the mysterious captain. There’s always someone who knew someone who was there; stories range from feeding sea captains to sea monsters, leaving crews stranded in row boats with no oars, winning his flagship over a card game, and even sinking entire vessels because he just felt like it. Whether there is truth to the stories or not is left up to debate; probably what makes it worse where people believe is that Shadden will neither confirm nor deny whatever is being said. The more people talk, the more they let their own imagination and fear get to them is his own opinion of the matter. He’ll make off handed comments about ‘things he’s done’ and he does it that it leaves people wondering if just maybe….

Other than his mythos, Shadden has been able to accumulate ships and wealth and is respected over that fact;  he’s a pirate but also works as a smuggler for hire. You have to have a side hustle in the down times and his crews still make money. For the right price he can be hired by anyone is town of Destarin to get goods in and out of the docks. Shadden also sells his own bounties acquired around town at a fair price to people who need them. The sort of good side to the pirate.

Shadden considers himself to be a fair captain; he does look out for his crew and in turn his own crew hands on the reputation in which he has acquired. Some aboard his crew joke that he has salt water in his veins and would never do well on dry land for any amount of time; he’s an excellent navigator out on the water, he doesn’t employ a navigator aboard his flagship. None of his ships have ever capsized under stormy weather and they say flying his flag you are always blessed with calm seas. No one aboard knows the truth about who and what he is. Shadden is overly cautious about who he brings aboard his vessel, he says it’s because he doesn’t want to deal with spies, but the truth is, the captain has his own secrets.

Shadden Danner was born Sebastian Agosti, the second son and prince to the royal family of the kingdom of Crirtha; however, Sebastian’s origins have always been whispered behind closed doors, though no one would dare bring it up. He is in fact not the son of the king, but of an affair between the queen and the god of the sea, Neptune. The truth of his origins he did not learn until his twenties; Sebastian Agosti was raised as any royal prince would be and one might suspect he was considered pampered. However, a young Sebastian was quite the troublemaker, unwilling to sit still he was often running around covered in mud and getting into fights. He would sneak out of lessons from his tutors and be off in his own little world dreaming about adventures that would take place so far away from where he was. He always loved the water and always felt a sense of connection and often was found there by those sent out to search for the wayward prince.

He grew up, a spare heir, but attempting to do his part. He was nineteen when he was on a merchant vessel that was crossing the sea was attacked by pirates. Realizing that a royal hostage would be extremely valuable; he changed clothes with a sailor who had died in the initial attack and took the sailor’s name, Shadden – when the manifest showed the prince was on board, the crew all pointed to the dead man and it came to be believed, Prince Sebastian Agosti died in the attack.

Now as Shadden, he was allowed to join the pirate crew and worked as their navigator; his new life began and where he learned his new life as a pirate. Spending so much time out on the open sea, his presence couldn’t go forever unaware, it was at some point in his early twenties that the seagod Neptune appeared to him in and revealed the truth of his paternity. Quite the revelation and also realizing he was in fact a demigod and why he felt such a deep connection to water. Shadden, because of his godly parent, has the ability of hydrokinesis, being able to control great volumes of water, and watercraft maniputlation, the innate and intimate awareness of any ship he is on.

He has lived his new life as Shadden for over a decade, he’s very comfortable in that life and has no desire to return to what and who he was.

WHAT ARE YOU...?

species: demigod weaknesses: mortal and is vulnerable to old age and death, demigods have a distinct scent that can be picked up by other species with a heightened sense of smell. strengths: supernatural abilities based on their godly parent that allow them to achieve feats usually not possible by humans, divine blood that allows for longer than average human lifespans, instinctive battle skills. physical description: mortal, nothing physically unusual stands out about demigods.  additional notes: none.

shadden danner is played by dani and his fc is austin butler

[jaigalorad]

∦∦  𝐒.  𝐊𝐑𝐘𝐙𝐄  :  @galaxycrxss​

𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐄  𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐃𝐎𝐌  strode  a  pace  which  wordlessly  spoke  of  demands.  Politicians.  Had  the  races  scummed  to  mere  compromises,  diplomacy  wouldn’t  dwindle  alike  lit  candles  within  the  wind.  And  yet  soldiers  questioned  none  by  which  the  laws  enforced  the  tides  —  𝙬𝙖𝙧  𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙩  𝙗𝙚  𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙚𝙙.  Skywalker’s  equal  will  to  continue  warfare  tasted  no  different  against  the  captain.  Which  also  behaved  no  different  once  pupils  behind  visors  caught  the  sights  of  mandalorian  flowers  set  to  perfection.  The  petaled  halo  laced  above  coral  fabric.  A  daint  downward  palm  stretched  outward  in  elegance.  The  clone  understood  the  gesture  as  the  naturalborns  had  demonstrated.

Down  the  helm  tilted  at  calculated  rate,  down  the  armored  plated  spine  bend  in  uniform  once  jaiged  plastiods  was  removed  with  ease.  Single  forearm  upraised  where  gloved  hand  of  the  captain  ever  so  gently  supported  the  fingers  against  stygian  blacks  of  his  own.  Dry  lips  synchronously  separated  where  𝙡𝙞𝙥𝙨  𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙  𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙙  𝙜𝙖𝙥  𝙤𝙛  𝙖𝙞𝙧.  cautiously  pressed  to  the  smoothest  of  skins  just  below  the  woman’s  knuckles,  while  of  course  acknowledging  the  majesty  of  the  great  donor  ❝  Duchess  —  ❞

[wadead]

TAGS

[fushichoumomo-arch]

❝ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 ��𝐄𝐀𝐃-𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍 ... ? ❞ 𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐘 .   ━━     ❝ You mean the one that just … bent over BACKWARDS to fulfil the decree , regardless of the fact that it went against EVERY practice in the Court Guards …? ❞ 

A crystalised layer of ice began to spread throughout the chamber , chill biting at Hinamori Momo's skin , burning the cells with Hyōrinmaru's bitter cold . IT HURT . It hurt so much . The tremor in her legs was proof that Tōshirō's [ or rather , Hyōrinmaru's ] affront could no longer be ignored .

She could not , would not , relent to her brother , here . Not because he was clearly the stronger of them … but because the path she was determined to follow , was THE RIGHT ONE .

AND INSIDE HER VERY BLADE , TOBIUME WEPT .

Momo could hear it … the weeping , gnashing of teeth of Tobiume , drowning out everything else in this room . How her inner world became one of FLAMES , ashes raining down from blood orange skies , burning down the lush flower fields the spirit in the likeness of the Goddess Benzaiten had cultivated . And at this rate … EVERYTHING would be gone . Flames spread , and burn , and DESTROY , even the bonds between SIBLINGS …

              … bonds that HITSUGAYA MOMO held most dear .

              … How was she supposed to face Granny , at this rate … ?

❝ You cling so much to your position , to the Soul Society    [ … ]    but would you be saying these same things … if I was the one being executed … ? ❞ 

Lashes downcast , she still refused to draw Tobiume , still opting to , rather , ENDURE Tōshirō's bitter cold .

Momo never wanted to have to ask Tōshirō this question ; because from the way he talked … she wouldn't know his answer . Of whether he would side with the Soul Society , over HIS OWN SISTER . Of whether he would allow his sister to be executed by the Sokyoku ; his sister , who had even LESS standing than a Kuchiki , one of the Four Great Noble Houses . 

❝ Everyone went along with executing a Kuchiki , under the pretext of UPHOLDING THE LAW … but what they really did … was throw away a comrade , knowing her soul will be destroyed . ❞ 

The way her words seem to bite into him ----- into his very soul. The sting of her calling him ❛Captain Hitsugaya ❜ burrows into his very bones. Her tone reminiscent of when she led the family. The way she would talk to him when he was upset at her leaving when he was younger ----- a brat in fact. Eventually he'd grown accustomed to her leaving for periods of time. That's why, he was not surprised when she left to become a shinigami. She'd come back to him ------- she always did.

His hand still rested 'pon Hyorinmaru He felt his reitsu, felt Hyorinmaru's will. He knew his zanpakuto was willing to fight, to put it all on the line ------ even against the phoenix despite the fact that both of them worked to keep balance upon the heavens. As long as Toshiro's will was firm, their powers could not fail.

❝I am a captain, and it is my duty to stop any threat to the Soul Society. ❞ He challenged her reasoning with his own. Finding it appalling that she'd throw away the career she worked so hard for for Aizen's delusions. Toshiro still believed that she was being lured in or tricked in some fashion by the man standing there, smiling behind her with that deceptive smile of his.

A thin layer of ice began to crystalize over the surface of everything in the chamber. He still held out hope that he would not need to draw his blade against his elder sister. However, the fury, the bite of winter was still in the air in response to his emotions. Further proof that he was [ blessed ] cursed by Hyorinmaru.

❝If you continue down this path, I may be unable to beg for your pardon from the Head Captain. ❞ But at this point, was that what she even wanted? Momo seemed committed to die for this cause.

❝If you do not see reason, we will have to cross swords, and I cannot guarantee your safety. ❞ Despite being a captain, there was a reason he always warned his subordinates to stay back. Even if he was a prodigy, he still had yet to fully learn to control his own powers. ❝I am giving you one last chance to come back to me, Hinamori. ❞

[rgerzaa]

tag drop.

[flownintothesun]

     𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐀𝐃𝐘'𝐒 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐀 𝐈𝐍 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐒: shift from greens to greys to blues with the changes of the weather. He’s too young to have reasonably earned the respect of those serving aboard his ship, and yet he has it nevertheless. Boots tap down on freshly cleaned wood of deck as he circles the man on his knees before him, nods at devoted sailor keeping guard.

     “Captain McCarthy,” Werthers begins, “We found this one prowling around the ship, near the plunder, if you catch my drift.”

     Two days ago, the Arcady had come into port with valuables from another sunken wreck. Beautiful things that catch the light in the right ways, remind his people why they practice the dying art of sailing for treasure. None of it, however, had spoken to Westley of ghosts that made any sort of difference.

     He pauses, the beginnings of rain sliding down his nose and the freckles there, “Get inside, Werthers, get everyone inside,” he calls the last part louder for his crew to hear as they begin to scatter, “The weather is about to take a turn. And you,” he offers the other his hand, helps them to their feet, “You don’t look like a pirate, nor a treasure seeker. I’ve quite the affinity for stories, but I’ve little enough time for thieves. Why are you here?”