#Captain Answers

[captainrufflebanger]

Lady D might not be able to swim, but would her…um… would they help her float?

She's putting the boob in buoyancy

[thats-captain-wars-to-you]

what is therapy... I still wont go but what is it?

It's like a doctor for your brain instead of your body. It helps you heal kid.

[captain-newsquidbeaksplaoon]

H-hey, Captain. Umm… I just wanted to say…

Clears throat

I think you’re really awesome, and that your muscles are… well, they’re something… and I just wanted to ask… are you single…?

@the-eel-dealz

i-

W-Wha

I uh..yes..i am in fact single..

Why do you ask..?

[eustasscapitankid]

I'm freaking curious about all of them! Something about your titles... 😋🤭

But I NEED to know about "Gloryhole"! 🤔

❤️

@pandora-writes-one-piece

Oh lord 😅 Unlike most of my WIP threads, I don't even have real notes or quotes for this one yet so I'm going to apologize in advance. Truthfully, this is one of the ones that I wasn't going to list because the "WIP" pretty much consists entirely of the ship pairing and a single note:

Goryhole, but the way the stalls are designed there is only one (anonymous) way in, and a different (revealing) way out.

[captainnotfirstmate]

peepers

peepers?? like, eyes?

[captain-harpo]

Yooo how was the ralph bakshi wizards movie? That clip is one of my absolute favorites on tumblr

I liked it overall! It was very heavy-handed, but I liked the paradox they set up with the use of technology at the beginning vs the end. I also liked the layering of real footage with the animation, both the unedited propaganda and the rotoscoped theatrical battles. On the propaganda, I liked that the "enemy" were not really interested in fighting until they saw it, and that it was the "ultimate weapon." The artwork was also lovely, they changed styles depending on where they were and I think drew on German Expressionism for Blackwolf's camp. And the voice acting was really fun, too.

I read on Wikipedia that Bakshi said the movie was about the creation of the state of Israel and the rise of fascism, which at first I assumed was about the violence of the state of Israel but thinking over it again that was probably. The wrong interpretation of what he said. So watch out for that. There's also the standard issues with things in the fantasy genre, namely racism and sexism. People with British accents are trustworthy and that kind of thing.

All that said I got the DVD from my local library and am planning on watching again with the director's commentary. At the very least I'm looking forward to hearing more about the art lmao

[captainobviois]

fine, I'll bite, gimme the firestorm of deathly hexblade or whatever you've come up with

Oh no this is much sillier. I already reblogged my original post with it so I won’t put as much detail here but…

Barbarian Satyr in an urban fantasy setting. She’s a Satyr Skater. A Skatyr. Her skateboard is a bludgeoning weapon. She’s got cargo shorts and a big jean jacket with patches and it says “Sk8tyr” on the back.

Warforged bard. They’re made of old radios and speakers. They play music out of them to cast spells. Design wise I’m thinking of Sweet Cap’n Cakes from Deltarune Ch 2

[eowynstwin]

i’m drooling at ur older bf price (not much else to say except when/if u ever have more thots abt him please share 🙏)

previous

You curl in on yourself after sex, sometimes. It’s a pattern Price has noticed—you’ll finish, then he will, and in the humid moments after, the shutters in your eyes will close. You won’t meet his gaze.

He’s only asked once about it, and it had been so clear that the question disturbed you that he hadn’t pressed. You’d tell him, he reasoned, when you were ready—

(And he could nudge you in that direction in the meanwhile.)

The sink is put back together, cabinet door closed. Your sundress is wrapped and twisted around your midsection, naked breasts wet with his saliva and compressed against his chest as you lay panting on top of him. His shirt is in some far-off corner, thrown aside, and his jeans are around his knees.

“That was nice,” he murmurs in your ear, kissing your hair. He makes a home for his fingertips between your shoulder blades, walking the trail of your spine, up and down, slow as a tide.

“Mm-hm,” you say, out at sea. Far away.

He can’t deny that it disappoints him. But it isn’t about him, and he shouldn’t make it so. Even if it is about him, it isn’t actually about him—it’s about something else that has attached itself to him. Things are like that more often than not—deeper, older problems with hooks, the barbed kind that sink in and cling and won’t come out of their own accord.

So he keeps kissing your hair, and he keeps stroking your back. His softened cock hasn’t slipped from you yet, and he makes no move to dislodge it. You nestle closer to him; shift your body over his, a little, just for the feeling of it. He waits for the sigh—the long, steady breath you take after the act, after you’ve found yourself again in wherever it is you go after moments like this.

“This is probably weird to talk about after sex,” you say, and Price’s ears perk up.

“Nothing weird between us, dove,” he encourages. “What’s on your mind?”

You play with his chest hair a little, twirling it around with the manicured ends of your nails. (A manicure he happily paid for.)

“You’re the first man who’s ever given a damn about me,” you mumble into his neck.

“I’m sorry to hear that,” he says honestly. He kisses you again, because he wants to, and because he wants it to comfort you.

“You don’t make me feel stupid for not being able to do stuff on my own,” you continue. “My step—my mom’s husband. He used to make fun of me for, for getting confused about changing my car’s oil. Or he’d get annoyed at me. Or I’d need him to change my tires because I can’t do it on my own, and I’d call him for help, and he wouldn’t pick up the phone.”

“He sounds like a piece of work,” Price comments.

A younger version of himself would have offered to beat the shit out of the asshole. That self’s anger on your behalf sits radioactive in his chest even now—corrosive, roiling, righteous fury, ready to carve your name on whatever offal is left over after Price gets through with him.

But that would be for his own ego, not for you. That has no place here.

“Do you know—” and your voice breaks a little, “do you know how bad it feels when a man who’s supposed to look out for you treats you like you’re an idiot? Like you’re not smart enough to be worth helping?”

“Some,” he says. “It’s an awful feeling. I wish you didn’t know how it felt, dove. I’m sorry.”

He feels something warm and wet drip onto his chest, and your shoulders begin to shake.

It’s not the full-body, wracking cry of catharsis. Just an episode of something longer, something tired. A problem dealt with, over and over again—a wound that reopens sometimes, if it’s pulled the wrong way.

Price gathers you closer, wraps his arms around you tighter. He cups the back of your neck with one hand and murmurs “shhh” into your hair, soothing and quiet, squeezing you against him.

“I’m okay,” you say, a little watery. “Really, I am.”

“I know you are,” he says.

He tilts your face toward his, and kisses the center of your forehead. You meet his eyes with your own, wide and glistening with your tears.

“I’m always gonna help you, dove,” he promises, catching one that falls with the edge of his thumb. “And you can always ask.”

-

No I don’t have daddy issues why do you ask

[temeyes]

with a comically large 'stache, comes with a comically smol size

[forecast0ctopus]

putting those men in a Situation

[birdyisthewordyy]

Hiyayaya, I leik ur work >< I hope it's alr if u can do my request ^^

An au where Pony Express shuts down and the crew finds better things to do with their life rather than being in that stupid shitty company— and then some random ass afternoon they randomly see the reader, doing the most mundane things like just shopping or eating food. And yk it's kinda weird seeing them after a few years!

Yes, I need some crew x readers

a/n: OH MY GODDDD I LOVE THIS ASK SO MUCHHH YES?? I’m literally foaming at the mouth

Tulpar Crew x Ex coworker! Reader

Curly

You were never exactly close with Curly on board

You were a little intimidated by him

He liked you though

He thought you were very competent

So when he sees you 3 years after Pony Express kicks the bucket, he’s more than happy

Walks in and shouts your name with no shame

Sits down across from you and chats it up

You talk about mundane things like life on the Tulpar, your families, life since Pony Express disbanded, and so on

He gets roped into the conversation

And your eyes

And the way you talk

“Let’s do this again sometime, yeah?”

Cue weekly meetings

Jimmy

Jimmy despised Pony Express

You were just another person who he had to deal with

So when he sees you walking down the street, he doesn’t try to get your attention by any means

Puts his head down and hands in his pockets

Doesn’t help

You see him

“Jimmy?! Hey!”

You run over and say hi enthusiastically

Like you missed him or some shit

He doesn’t hold up his end of the conversation…like at all

“Yeah, yeah. Uh huh.”

You talk about how you didn’t like Pony Express either

You hug him when you go

He doesn’t like how it makes his chest feel tight and weird

Swansea

A lot like Jimmy, but this time he has an actual reason to hate Pony Express

He’s grown to hate it over the years and was thankful when it finally shut down

But it raises the question: where does he go from here?

Applies for a lot of bodyguards jobs and the like

Finds you working at a club he applied to be the bouncer for

In a less than ideal waitress uniform

Doesn’t stare though

He’s a gentleman

Or is he? Wink

He and you don’t talk but you recognize each other

And give each other “Good to see you” glances

He liked you on the ship

You were one of the few people who knew how to do anything

So it’s always to see a… you

Daisuke

Daisuke…

He went back to living off his parents

Just for a bit, he swears

He finds himself going out more to fun places

Imagine his surprise when he sees you at this amusement park out of town he’s visiting

“(Name)? (Name)!”

Runs right up to you

You walk with him and talk about life

Actually you don’t really talk much about Pony Express

Despite that being how you met

He knew that you had more to you

He wanted to know!

Tries to win those rigged games to impress you

Buys you cotton candy

You come home with him and you watch a movie

End up crashing on the floor

He missed his buddy

Anya

Anya gets sick a lot (again I am projecting)

Funny enough she has to go to the doctor a lot

Nurse seeing a nurse

And that nurse happens to be you

You were both nurses in Pony Express’s crew, but while she was assigned to the Tulpar, you got a different ship

She knew your name though

You take her vitals and give good small talk

You have to draw her blood

She hates this

But you’re damn good with a butterfly needle

She doesn’t feel a thing

She likes how you talk her through it

Makes her feel safer

You exchange numbers and promise to get a coffee together sometime

She leaves with a smile on her face for once

And antibiotics because she’s got another virus

Poor Anya

[captainrufflebanger]

Hope it doesn't comes out as a weird ask but thank you for drawing Alci with stomach it's a blessing 🙏 (trying to use beautiful words but it makes me feral in a good way)

I'm so tired of twig skinny anime depictions with nonexistent waist. Sometimes she looks younger than her own daughters

I get two kinds of ask-comments and I love them both equally. Dear anons, allow me to share with you my wisdom which is:

[thats-captain-wars-to-you]

Fuck! :D

I was told this would upset you >:)

-@mask-the-masked

I'm not upset, I'm not even surprised really. just disappointed.

[captain-newsquidbeaksplaoon]

Damn, Cap, you have one of these too?

Hello Marie, yes, i just made one a few days ago. How have you been?

[eustasscapitankid]

The little Kid-chibi for your fic-recs!!! 🥺🧡

I wanna grab him and smooch his little face and squish my cheek to his!

Thank you!!! Cheek squish for you!

[captainnotfirstmate]

leettle first mate hillow

that's captain to you asshat