#also can you tell i like below deck?? can you??? lmao-

[post-office-by-the-bay]

⋆˚࿔ MEET THE COASTAL CREW 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

crew dinners are a must aboard the ss seaduction! (and yes, that really was the name of the ship! i got it from a friend of a friend, okay??) actually, crew brekkies and lunches, too! and, obvi, this is something i carry on to my post office, too! always feel free to pull up a chair and grab a plate. but, it's a bit helpful if you know the crew, right? a friendly face gets you pretty far, huh?

in no particular order, i present to you, my coastal crew, my beautiful besties, my poetic pen pals!

deckhand kiwi ࿐༉༉

bosun flora ࿐༉༉ (@static-symphony-fm)

first mate anya ࿐༉༉ (@puffoz)

stewardess stella ࿐༉༉ (@aezuria)

chef cynthia ࿐༉༉ (@gentlehue)

engineer elise ࿐༉༉ (@starrynightmovietheatre)

sailor isabella ࿐༉༉ (@ssparksflyy)

officer jellyfish ࿐༉༉

pilot emma ࿐༉༉ (@urbanflorals)

second deckhand amanda ࿐༉༉ (@amandamariee)

second mate giselle ࿐༉༉ (@pinkdiorluvr)

second bosun bow and arrow ࿐༉༉

second chef zuri ࿐༉༉ (@canonfeminine)

navigator shrimp anon ࿐༉༉

second stewardess aubrey ࿐༉༉ (@s1utlvr)

cabin girl sunni ࿐༉༉ (@sunnitheapollokid)

second officer emma ࿐༉༉ (@urbanflorals)

third mate film roll anon ࿐༉༉

third chef may-bae ࿐༉༉ (@maybxlle)

second cabin girl snail anon ࿐༉༉

third officer jeanie ࿐༉༉ (@goldierey)

[sugar-petals]

⌈ pile I - QUEEN OF CUPS „i adore you so much“

⌈ pile II - ACE OF CUPS „i’m your lover in plain sight“

⌈ pile III - JUSTICE „i’m the one you deserve“

🔓 select the tarot card that you noticed first.

⌈ NOTE 🌹 ➝ welcome to this extended nsfw reading. at the bottom of the deck i found the 5 OF WANDS (see below cut) so the overall theme is: teasing 😏 let’s find out what it means for you individually in your piles. what steamy thoughts are running circles in your person’s mind? tell me what you got and enjoy 🐝

[ deck used | the wonderful golden art noveau tarot by Giulia Massaglia — gilded example cards below, not the actual piles ]

{ 𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚝/𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘 𝚖.𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 }

the FIVE OF WANDS - today’s overall energy is playfighting. 

message. they want to give you a sexual challenge rather than indulging in a soft and hesitant mood: tease them right back and they’ll appreciate it. it’s all in good spirits as long as both play along. boldness is appreciated and keeps the chemistry running. 

no need to fear conflict, this is all friendly banter without the intent of hurting. behind all of that is the idea of testing limits + experimenting sexually through fun and activity rather than keeping it a guessing game what the other person might like. 

pile i - QUEEN OF CUPS „i adore you so much“

⌈ QUEEN OF WANDS - THE EMPEROR - PAGE OF COINS - 3 OF CUPS

Oh hot damn… Lucky in Love or Drunk in Love are the type of lyrics I’m getting from this. Nothing prevents them from thirsting over you lmao but it’s a good thing! Because they’re confident in liking you so. Damn. Much. And they know you like them back. What a secure lover this person is becomes apparent in their ambitions: They reflect dedication. Meanwhile, they’ve got a balance of mature and outgoing/youthful energy alike. And I feel like they really went from being serious in your presence to just letting it all out! Good for them, because they’re on a roll since they met you slash made contact.

The main kink I’m seeing here is teacher and student, hands down. They are seriously into pretending there’s a difference in power, authority, knowledge, age, looks, all of that. Doesn’t have to be real, it can be roleplay, but they do consider you to be someone to look up to. They pleasure themselves like mad to those thoughts, honestly. The Daddy or Mommy kink is real in this one because whew, QUEEN + EMPEROR? That’s a big deal. You two are either two bold personalities coming together (or they fantasize about that, some major powerplay) or they identify you as that person who pulls all of their strings with little to no effort. Far from intimidated, they are ready to learn and enjoy because they’re your babe.

This person is not a starfish though. Happily under your spell, I can see them quite actively horny because wow Pile 1, their sex drive is just impressive, to say the least. Not scattered, just very strong in general. And they see you just like that as well. They know you are in charge, they feel that you’ll handle the shit out of them without hesitating. Boss of their body is what I’m hearing! Not an inch will belong to anybody else. They love how madly possessive they are.

At the same time, they also think you can learn together, it’s not so set in stone. I like that contrast in the cards. Sovereignty and mature sex versus being carefree and raunchy like a student party. Like they want you to pounce on them and dominate their every cell, but they also want to be your cute little pet to fool around with. I get the impression that this person worships the hell out of you and thinks you’re the best in bed, no matter your degree of experience. That’s the thing, they would be happy with a virgin and a sexpert alike, as I said they hardly care! Because you charmed them and made your standpoint clear! Even if you have a hot VERSUS stone-cold demeanor and sex appeal, they feel inspired by that.

Your sexual energies complement each other well I feel. In their mind, you could top them so easily. They gladly submit to an orgy of pleasure. I think they trust you a lot, they just want to lose control and be chased. They won’t chase you! You’re too prideful and want to set this up on your own terms. This relationship is yours to create, they won’t interfere. They’re too starstruck and want to gather their resources first, only to find out you’re tremendous fun to be with and they had nothing to worry about.

You are the sun of their universe Pile 1, you seduced them so much. If only you would boss them around, they want it so badly. This scenario could be a total clash of titans since you are both a total smokeshow in your own ways.  They looked at you and wanted you to open up, leave the stiff old life behind and feel younger again. Since you’re so foxy to them, they treat you like the bombshell you are, with lots of reverence and respect. I’m even getting service sub vibes from your person, Pile 1, they’ll just do whatever you ask `em like you’re royalty, long as it’s consensual of course, but I don’t get any toxic fantasies from this pile, just very dom-sub centered ones.

{ 𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚝/𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘 𝚖.𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 }

pile ii - ACE OF CUPS „i’m your lover in plain sight“

⌈ EIGHT OF SWORDS - KNIGHT OF WANDS - 6 OF COINS - PAGE OF CUPS

Whirlwind kind of romance right here, lots of ups and downs in their anxious mind. You left them feeling powerless to all the energy they perceive you to so blazingly have, Pile 2. They were thunderstruck by your presence, were frozen on the damn spot. Tied. Up. Which leads us to the card imagery, by the way. Bondage fantasies is a huge theme here. I’m just sayin’… That’s their sexual fantasy when they think of you. If you’d blindfold them, or try something like knife play, even (as the swords card indicates), that would get them going so much. Despite their freaky imagination, ironically they are the mellow one, while you are the fiery counterpart that doles it all out to them in their wet dreams.

As contradictory as it sounds, reciprocating and giving back is the dynamic here, though. For instance, if you bought stuff for them, they’d be so happy and fawn over you like wild. Since this is a rollercoaster ride, however… I can’t quite tell what exactly their constant feelings are for you, Pile 2, as they are just so changeable. From no sex drive to reckless abandon to self-control to begging to being a fool in love. What a journey they’ve been through because of you. You make them feel all of this, and they’re saying thank you.

One day they want to be controlled by you, the other, they want to unleash their passion without any help and do their own dance to impress you. They have an edge but they’re romantic, they’re hopeless and they’re hot shit, they’re fair and then such a tease giving you less than you deserve, full well knowing it will keep you hooked and coming for them like an avalanche.

They want you rushing to their home like it's the firefighters. Because well, well… they’re feeling way too hot, aren’t they. At the same time, that’s the puzzling thing, they also want you to keep them at an arm’s length. If you aren’t confused about this person yet, at this point, you gotta be: Which mirrors them, in fact. They don’t quite know what they want consistently, you left them too dumbfounded to understand the situation for sure. Pile 2, this individual is head over heels for you.

Now this starstruck person dreams about being acted upon by you and they love that. Pillow prince/ss is what I’m seeing all over the spread, they have that receptive energy for the most part. They might be a little unruly once they get out of their comfort zone or don’t feel like they’re acknowledged by you (they might as well have a come-save-me fantasy… do them a favor and help them out). But when they do get signals, they are back in love romantically, yes, not so much sexually, they’re touchy-feely like crazy. Just when they felt like roaming free before! If there’s some hunter-prey fantasy going on here I wouldn’t be surprised, they want to keep you on your toes.

As I said, you get the best of both worlds Pile 2, your person is not the predictable type. Maybe that’s why you like `em. They are flirts and then they’re not. They want rough sex and then they want affection little by little. But the final note in their mind is always this: They want you to glued to them, to go wild for them, to witness them like a fish in the water: Through requited love. All they want is to be asked out and live their dreamy, sensitive love. Confusing you is not their intention. Don’t forget they just want love at the end of the day.

{ 𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚝/𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘 𝚖.𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 }

pile iii - JUSTICE „i’m the one you deserve“

⌈ KNIGHT OF COINS - PAGE OF SWORDS - THE SUN - THE EMPRESS

What started out as a sensual, stable connection which didn’t go down in flames of horniness now turned their head into a mush. Which then turned into them bursting with vitality! An online message of yours shook them up, or something you said. But in a positive way, because they’re so happy now. Romantic, personal, sexual bliss, they’re feeling so good about themselves because of you, the dull days are over. What a mood boost you gave them, and they’re confident in their looks because of your steady presence/communication, oh my word.

Because you started out easygoing and then picked up speed, they are absolutely feeling themselves like it’s nobody’s business. I’m so happy for you, Pile 3, because your person is just prancing around like a child after you’ve been frank with them. Talking it out was so needed. Approaching it from a headspace was. Being chatty with them made your person super hot and bothered, too. Hell, they are totally into your voice, the way you take your time when you walk, the way you carry yourself, how you dress up, the way your hair is tousled (if you wear it longer), how you treat yourself, how you choose your words, and how you smile especially.

At first, they were so scared how serious and single-minded you came across. Now they’re blushing and sweating their ass off because you said what you said and you paid attention to them! When they thought they were the knight in shining armor, you gave them a reality check and dodged the bullet, stood your ground instead of playing helpless — which worked in their favor not to get their hopes up and invest right away. That’s how you made this person’s libido explode. But in a good, wholesome way.

This proper mix of humor and the crazy slow burn (!) between the two of you has them going nuts without actually making them crazy, you know? Just healthy adoration and warmth they feel. I get the impression your person has lots of sexual stamina, Pile 3. They know what they’re doing, y’all… they might come across as a total sunshine, but they are, oh my word. Fertile as hell, go all the way, ready to make those babies and live the good life. In this economy? Your person thinks so, who am I to judge, they want that settling down and parenthood. They just know you’d be good at raising kids. But without compromising the mental stimulation, which you give them consistently.

And because you’re such a hottie with charm and good looks, they’re at your feet. You rule them! Your sex appeal has their pretty head spinning, their routine is broken, they can’t get enough of you, they want this in-depth (literally!). For long, they fantasized about having carefree sex with you out in nature, wild and free. Never too much of a good thing with you. You’re so juicy to them, graceful, steamy, gorgeous, you seem to have it all in their eyes. 

They think you have elevated status or just carry yourself in a way that shows your life is fulfilled and abundant. Oh hell, what don’t they like about you. Maybe you can be too direct and frank at times? They prefer your magnanimous, silly, soft, giving, cute’n’comfy side. They need to be taken care of a little, or need your cheer-ups. Because they want to take it easy, and not have conflict and difficulty in communication. Healthy, loving, and lasting (!) sexuality is the gist of this, I’m thinking. Quite Venusian of them, I see their sexual thoughts as Libra/7th house or Taurus/2nd house-themed. An all-around feel-good reading, Pile 3, I love the positive cards you got.

{ 𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚝/𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘 𝚖.𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 }

FINAL NOTE. meet me in the reply section if you want, and if you got stuff i can improve about my PAC posts, drop a comment as well, i want to brush up my format again!

⭐️ DISCLAIMER // there is no guarantee for accuracy. believing in the cards is a choice. 

© 2017-2023 sugar-petals. All readings for entertainment purposes only: They do not substitute any professional advice. Take what resonates, discard the piles that don’t hit home. If you aren’t drawn to any pile that’s okay, these messages aren’t for you. Do not repost my readings.

[cleolinda]

I am so fucking pissed. We’re hearing forecasts that we might get FIVE FUCKING INCHES OF SNOW overnight from Monday to Tuesday. In ALABAMA, where we have no snow removal equipment. Like I think we got one bag of sand for the whole town. No snow tires, I don’t even know what those are. This isn’t cute “Haha it’s just barely below freezing! Snowball fight!!!” snow. This is 14° Fuck (-11° Come the Fuck On) snow. FIVE INCHES? We get flurries and the city descends into madness.

What if we lose POWER. Everything runs off USB cord stuck in the outlet charging nowadays. This is why everyone used to run out and buy Milk Bread Batteries. Listen. I have this memory of the power going out during this wild snowstorm when I was a kid--I want to say it was Winter Storm '93. Ask anyone who lived in Alabama at the time. Like we had Desert Storm '92 the military operation one year and Winter Storm '93 the next. It was that serious in our minds, and I'm not sure you can blame us:

The storm dumped several inches of snow each hour on Birmingham, which ended up with officially 13 inches of snow.

Due to the high winds some parts of Birmingham reported drifts 5 to 6 feet deep. One state trooper reported that the roads were in the worst shape he had ever seen. "People can't tell what's road and what's not."

Low temperatures during the storm were in the 5-to-10 degree range on that Sunday.

IN A TOWN WHERE WE DON'T KNOW WHAT A SNOW PLOW IS. I think we had one for the entire county. Like I'm only kind of joking here.

And our power went out.

The snow was so heavy that it pulled down power lines either by its own weight, or by the tree branches its weight broke off. Meanwhile, the power at my house already went off every time a squirrel sneezed. I don't how many days this lasted; it was probably like, 2-3 days, but in my head, I was 14 years old boxed up with my family with no heat and it lasted two weeks. Maybe three years. The four of us slept in sleeping bags layered with quilts, huddled on the floor around a wood burning fire. (In the haunted house, no less.) The carpet was really nice, at least. We had a--do people still call them boomboxes? A big portable cassette player--battery-powered--with AM/FM radio. We listened to whatever TV shows were broadcast from the ABC station at night. We did have hot water; I took a lot of hot baths. We cooked food over the outdoor grill (which we moved to the comfortably large area under the deck, to hold off the falling snow), sometimes using aluminum foil as a kind of thin impromptu frying pan, and kept perishables like milk and meat in a cooler. Oh, did we have a bag of ice for the cooler? No, we used snow. God knows there was enough of it. Of course, I'm sure the refrigerator was perfectly serviceable even without power, because it was TEN DEGREES FUCK ALL.

I remember going outside a good bit and playing, as much as a teenager plays, in the snow with my seven-year-old sister. I remember that all the neighborhood kids got big rubber trashcan lids and used them as toboggans, going up to the top of the hill on our street and pretty successfully sledding down. Maybe it was "lmao snowball fight!!" snow when I was 14. I'm 45 now, and the cold makes me hurt. It makes me hurt all over. Maybe Winter Storm '24 will be a fun core memory for my nephew. I am pissed. And also charging all my electronics.

(ETA: It’s ‘24 now, isn’t it. My brain hasn’t clicked the date over yet. What is time.)

[smallidarityfan]

Hello! I know this is a Smallidarity blog. But I wanted to ask, what's your opinion on Boat Boys? And don't take this the wrong way, I love both Smallidarity and Boat Boys!

Hi!!! It's okay to ask non-smallidarity things hehe :3

text wall below (i like yapping):

I like Boat Boys !!! Honestly only just after Joel got onto Hermitcraft I'd say. I watched Joel's Double Life when it was uploading and honestly like. their dynamic didn't feel any more special than two guys playing minecraft and having fun on a casual/content creator level so it didn't really stand out to me at that point.

But Limited Life had like 2 banger Boat Boys one-liners from Etho i guess, and then the Decked Out Stream with the neck kisses bit which was pretty funny, and then Hermitcraft when they really went with the obsessed bit LMAO 😭😭

by HC tho I think they two finally had their dynamic sort of established ? Like we'd finally know how they'd act in casual circumstances or just when playing normal minecraft. Which I do like seeing at the times it happens!!

I think what really made me see their game is especially especially all the fan arts and those animations by Mellozheist really assured me of their dynamic and aesthetic as a duo, which I do love seeing on my tl often!!

Though in Joel's streams, chat would ask his opinion on Etho often and Joel would either make an obsession joke or comment how completely mysterious Etho is. Which tells me on the down-side that they're still at the stage of average friends and colleagues rather than close friends, so canon-wise they aren't my favourite duo compared to other pairings. (i am a sucker for dynamics of people who are close friends)

Also, pet peeve i have, but sometimes I do feel like their interactions feel a liiittle bit forced with chat pushing them to talk about their 'obsessions' with each other all the time. Which i feel like. yk it's been more than 6 months since the bit started. like even I am over smallidarity's "Is this the closest we're ever going to get to making out?" and don't base their entire dynamic on that one instance of them making out in Real Life smp. Yk ?!

(which i guess these kinda things are an unavoidable part of content creation where fans hold on to early introduced bits as long as there are new people flooding in) (so I won't generalize that much onto the duo themselves) (also i HATE FUN!!! /j)

All in all, canon-wise, not my favourite pair. But pretty high standings in terms of aesthetic and fanon interpretations !

Final score: 7.6/10 🆒‼️

(You can really tell that I like to stick close to canon dynamics rather than fanon concepts so er 😭 might be a tad bit biased) (i also loveeee best friends tropes if uh. that wasn't clear with my whole account. LMAO)

[okay-j-hannah]

Lovey Dovey

Pirates of the Caribbean : Fic

Will Turner x Reader

Word Count: 1541

Warnings: Hilarious sibling banter... Will be a king treating his woman like a queen 👑 swashbuckling pirate swears

Request: “This is me absolutely begging and foaming at the mouth for you to write a Will Turner x reader. I’m fine with fluff or smut lmao. I have a couple ideas if you also want to write multiple (or blend them into 1), you totally don’t have to though. 3. Being Jack Sparrow’s (sister/close relationship) and dating Will - First of all,THE C H A O S Jack constantly bugging you about being all “lovey dovey” on his ship (even if it’s not a significant amount). Jack also always complaining in general lmao. I think this is cute because Jack being over protective of you dating Will just seems so precious to me. PLEASE INCLUDE SOME FORM OF SIBLING BANTER 🙏🏻. Having accurate sibling teasing or banter is so important when writing relationships like these! Plus Sharing a hammock below deck” @gingerdissapointment​

A/N: Jack has never been overjoyed at the thought of you and your boyfriend - especially when you’re kissing on his ship

The skies were a rich coastal blue between the clouds. The gulls gave their cries as they flew overhead, pestering the inhabitants below for a morsel to eat. The sea was gentle as it rocked the ship.

Rocked the ship and the first mate.

(Y/N) was clearly taking her position on the ship very seriously as she lay across the edge of the starboard side. Her hat drawn to keep the sun off her face, she looked as a cat might just before a long nap.

Until the captain, laden with beads and braided scarves, came from his quarters. The black, heavy lids of his eyes fell into a squint as he spotted his first mate. She did enjoy testing his authority.

Sucking on a gold tooth, Captain Jack Sparrow sauntered over, slamming a hand onto the weathered wood beneath her. “I say, man! Hoist the sails, pull anchor, and undock this ship before I find another to replace yer useless, sleepy arse.”

She barely flinched as he bombarded her beginnings of sleep. A heavily ringed hand lifted to tilt her hat back, shooting the captain a look. It clearly spoke of how disappointing his efforts had become in motivating her.

“Go back to your Tortugan women and let me doze.”

“For your information, missy – we’re not on Tortuga anymore.”

“And you’re telling me you haven’t kept a few pretties in your cabin?”

Jack chewed the inside of his cheek, speaking lowly, “You know Gibbs will cause a mutiny if he sees any woman on this ship but you.”

“Yes, and being unable to escape your persistent stupidity, I’d thought challenging Gibbs would make smuggling barmaids all the more fun.”

Hat back over her face, (Y/N) couldn’t see the way Jack flailed his arms in a pitiful attempt to express his frustration. “If I hadn’t promised mum…”

“If you hadn’t promised mum what?” she suddenly sat up, swinging her legs so she was facing him.

His expression was dry, “If I hadn’t promised to watch over you aboard this ship – I would push you off this instant – to hell with the plank.”

“You wouldn’t dare,” she smirked.

In a flash, Jack shoved her shoulder, just enough that she was caught off balance. And the fear that flashed across her face, however short lived, made him smile. “You should be kinder to your captain.”

He went for the wheel, fishing for his compass. (Y/N) slid from her spot, stomping after him, “You really would let me fall in?”

“You can swim.”

She punched his shoulder and he winced.

“You wouldn’t last a week on the seas without me.”

It was the usual bickering between the captain and the first mate. And many of the crew had to dodge as buckets of water and empty rum bottles flew at each other. There was rarely a voice of reason between the two – Gibbs had given up after an incident with a sea turtle and a peg leg – making only one option for a mediator.

“Mr. Will Turner,” Gibbs laughed gruffly, “’Bout time you came aboard.”

Will raised his eyebrows, stepping off the boarding plank, “Are things really so severe without me here?”

A wooden chair came flying from the captain’s quarters, splintering against the wheel. A second later (Y/N) came bounding out, a small chest in her hands, and ran to hold it over the side of the ship.

Jack cried after her, flailing his arms and tripping over the broken chair along the way, “DO NOT toss that treasure overboard.”

“What does it matter? You’re a pirate – go find some more!”

“Yes, but that chest is particularly valuable to me, and I would sorely miss it’s contents. So kindly return it before I tie you to the mast and let the seagulls shit down your pretty face.”

Will coughed obnoxiously and both siblings turned to face him. “What’s so important about the chest?”

(Y/N) grinned, “Will!” She let go of the treasure chest and ran for him. Jack yelled as he dove for the chest, catching it just before it fell over the edge.

“Why must you pester your brother?” Will asked, hugging her tight and kissing her cheek, “I would rather he be reasonable when I visit – he’s not overly fond of me.”

She grabbed his face and gave him a proper kiss, “I don’t care what my brother thinks.” She kissed him hard, losing balance.

A retching could be heard from behind them, “I’d sooner battle the kraken than watch you two swabbing tongues.” Jack sauntered back to his cabin, “We’re leaving in an hour.”

“He’s just jealous the longest he’s ever had a partner was overnight.”

Will snickered, taking her hand, “Best leave him be. I want you all to myself tonight.”

Jack poked his head out of the door, “And if I catch any lovey dovey nonsense on my ship, you can walk the plank and get your quota of kisses from the sharks!”

(Y/N) bit her lip, dragging Will by the hand and below deck.

“Did you hear me?” Jack cried almost desperately, “You keep that hand a safe distance from her!”

“I don’t care how much you fight,” Will said as they descended the stairs, “Jack loves you.”

“He’s protective, is all,” (Y/N) sighed, “I wish he showed he cared in other ways. Like letting me have first pick in a treasure hoard.”

They laughed and kissed all the way to the hammocks used for sleeping while sailing the seas. (Y/N) pushed him into one and jumped on top of him. The hammock swung from the jump, their tangled limbs fitting snug into a cocoon. (Y/N) wrapped herself around him, feeling safe and warm and vulnerable next to him.

“I want to tell you something,” Will whispered to her, running his fingers lightly down her arm.

She squirmed at the tickling, “What is it?”

“I’ve been meeting with the Port Royal banks, building a line of credit with them.”

(Y/N) became very still, her thumb trailing down his ribs, “Why do that? You already own the smithery.”

“I sold it.”

She sat up, hand against his chest, “Why do that? You’re an excellent blacksmith.”

His eyes were shining in the dim light, “I’m buying you a ship. A ship for us.”

“What?” There was a smile on her lips like she didn’t believe him, “A real ship?”

“I’m doing it the right way,” he mumbled, “It takes longer, but… We’ll have a home on the sea.”

She giggled, “A real ship? With a crew?”

“If you want.”

“And you’ll be the captain and I’ll be the first mate,” she grinned, running a hand up his neck to hold his cheek.

Will smiled fondly, “You will be captain. And I’ll be your first mate.”

(Y/N) marveled at him, getting quiet when she said, “I love you.”

“I love you too.” And he tilted his head to catch her lips, gripping her tight by the waist.

She kept ahold of his cheek, giggling as he tickled her sides. They were too preoccupied to hear a set of footsteps tromping down the stairs.

“Oh, God! Damned Davy Jones. What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

(Y/N) fell into Will’s shoulder, sighing, “What does it look like we’re doing?”

“Not on my ship, missy. Not. On. My. Ship.”

“Oh, sod off,” (Y/N) yelled, “Grab your rum and go.”

“I’m going to be honest with you, mate,” Jack pointed a wavering finger, “If you don’t get your sticky paws off my sister, I’m going to chain you to a cannonball and throw you overboard for the kraken to eat.”

(Y/N) toppled out of the hammock, “Jack you’re taking it a little far. Will’s been nothing but good to me since we’ve known him. I don’t understand this vendetta you have against him.”

“He’s… well, there’s something about him.” Jack twiddled his fingers, “And I promised – I swore to mum that I’d…” He suddenly became quiet, “That I’d look after you.”

Her heart softened, “And you’ve done a pretty damn good job so far.” She knew he needed to hear it, “And I’m not asking you to stop looking after me. I’m asking that you let someone else help. Someone good and kind. And a partner for me – I’m sorry captain, but that’s not something you can give me.” She tried at a smile.

And Jack did have the slightest crack of his lips, “You were always going to outgrow me.”

Will came up behind (Y/N) and placed an arm around her shoulders. Surprisingly Jack didn’t retort, “You’re not the only one that cares about her.”

“I’m still not a fan of the lovey dovey nonsense.”

“That’s fine,” (Y/N) laughed, “We’re gonna do it anyway.”

Jack laughed too, taking a step back and making for the stairs. He snatched a bottle of rum from the stores as he said, “Put a sock on the cabin door next time. I already have enough trauma without seeing whatever you two do alone.”

And that was about as close as Jack was going to get in saying he accepted his sister dating. Will gripped her side and whispered jovially in her ear.

“You want to get all lovey dovey?”

“Let me grab a sock first.”

~~~

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[neverhangd]

doing bits and bobs on the blog, obviously. rn i'm in potc hell (thank the gang lmao, s/o for dealing with me go to: @mvrtogg, @itismissswann, @norringtxn / @collectorofmuses), and i just realized that the majority of people who follow me may not have read this page (or even known it existed!), so i wanted to give two important bits of context!

1.) anne bonny walked so her archetypes could run.

i literally found out two weeks ago that anne bonny isn't stupid famous. whaaaaaat? but actually, that did shock me. maybe it's because i had two pirates phases and like research, but i've known a little bit about her since i was a kid: specifically, that she was a kick-ass pirate woman. i've learned a lot more since then, and i love to share it; i joined a group that i thought had a pirate phase only to learn that...they hadn't. and had no idea who anne bonny was outside of being a character someone before me had written as well.

it was exactly then that i realized anne bonny isn't a super famous kick-ass pirate woman and i felt like that one part of dogma. someone was trying to explain how my take on anne bonny both was and wasn't in-line with the previous writer's and it took me a while to realize they were asking what show or book i used for canon because they doubted she was the same character, despite sharing the archetypes. so. just so it's out there, here's an incomplete list of archetypes we can apply to the historical figure anne bonny, kick-ass pirate woman:

riches to rags (gave up a privileged life to marry a pirate)

the redhaired irish

girlboss/tits out for piracy (she would famously whip her shirt off in battle so men would know they'd been killed by a woman)

did it for love (left her first husband and became a pirate with her second)

it's a love story (whatever else they were, history tells us jack and anne were in love, even if i don't usually use that on this blog)

three's company, too (anne and read were absolutely an item at the same time as anne and jack)

ambiguously queer (i advocate for a bisexual anne, but the only lady-type lover she took was read, who can be fairly read as transmasc, putting some doubt on the full connotation of her orientation/s)

short fuse (she was known to fight over basically anything)

2.) what in the url?

since anne bonny isn't the kickass pirate bicon of my dreams--we'll get her there, one day!--it's relevant to also share what the fuck my url actually means. because she was a woman a pirate a woman and a pirate alive during the early 18th century, we actually don't have much record of anne speaking for herself. the most popularly known quote we have was spoken directly to jack rackham just before his execution:

if [you] had fought like a man, [you] need not have been hang'd like a dog. -A General History of Pyrates, Daniel Defoe

she said this to him because he and his men were the reason the ship had been caught and they had been taken prisoner and she took that very personally, as well she should! (it turns out that both anne and read were pregnant, anne by jack and read by their husband.) the larger thing is, she wasn't wrong: when the ship was invaded, only three people stood on the deck fighting: read, anne, and an unnamed pirate who presumably died in the struggle. everyone else was hiding below decks. read, in fact, famously fired TWICE down at the hiding men, killing one and injuring another.

the really wild part of all this, though, is the ending of anne's story. we don't know it.

anne's execution was stayed on account of her pregnancy, as was read's. read would die in prison from a fever, and presumably their child did as well; anne, on the other hand, simply...disappeared.

...but what is become of her since, we cannot tell; only this we know, that she was not executed. -A General History of Pyrates, Daniel Defoe (which, if you keep wondering why i'm referencing it, is considered THE source)

officially speaking, we may literally NEVER know what happened to anne. all we know is she NEVERHANGD.*

thank you for your time and attention! ♡

[shipshinablog]

hello can we learn more about Duncan he's real neat

Hello! Thank you for asking, I'll be happy to tell you!

1. Duncan is a former Marine who faked his death to escape the danger that threatened him. "Duncan" is his new name. He does not voice his past, his dead (literally) name and personal information from the past to anyone. Information you can get from him: He is about thirty, his height is 259.

2. He is the owner of the black mold devil fruit (kuro kabi no mi). he has many ways to use it, but basically he uses it for little pranks (getting into closed spaces, getting anywhere on the ship seamlessly... and maybe just a little to scare others)

3. Duncan is quite polite and has some manners (sometimes he uses this in a humorous way), he also likes to give people simple nicknames.

4. this is a list of facts: he loves animals! but they are afraid of him and, frankly, it upsets him, but he’s used to it. Duncan still tries to pick them up lmao. He is afraid of thunderstorms and loves sweets, he does not like strong winds. Afraid of places that are too open and loves small, hard-to-reach places. He can sit for a long time in the strangest little corner and look at you from the darkness. his body is cool due to the fact that he is below deck. and Well, he cooks well! Therefore, his position on the ship is cook.

5. Duncan was raised by his foster mother and he loves her very much. Due to...well, “his death,” he can’t see her anymore.

That's all I could remember, but I think something else might appear in the future lmao. If you are interested in anything about him, ask! I'll be happy to tell 😌

[harmonictechnicality]

HARMONY! HARMONY!!!! I ran out of tags trying to describe how much I loved this last update to Memory Logs I am having an out of body experience rn I didn’t even get to describe my favorite part!! THE WAY!!! YOU DESCRIBE THE FEELING OF BRAND NEW FINALLY REALIZED AND REQUITED LOVE!!!!! AAAAAAA literally how do you see and write on the human experience so clearly, you are some kind of wizard, *you’ve got mail voice* ms. 152 insights into my soul… “you thought I was mocking you??” vs actually teasing him about the !!!below deck!!! club (which lmao the existence of) but Steve just being so hyped that Eddie’s into him that it all comes out in this wash of bubbly feelings (“dear god stop this madness”), and “wants to stock up on chapstick and water so they can make out all night” OK SO I SWOONED, SHOW ME SOMEONE WHO WOULDNT, Steve giVeS EDdIE hiS RIIINNNNGGGG, “IT WOULD BE A PLEASURE TO RESTART WITH YOU”, the FOREHEAD KISS!!!! I don’t know how you do this, but if I ever lost my memory, rereading all of your fics again for the first time would be such a pleasure. Rereading them after a week is a pleasure. Rereading them right after finishing reading to note down every favorite line is a pleasure!! You get my drift haha… anyway thank you for being such a queen and sharing your incredible writing with us for free. I am wishing you many dark chocolate pudding cups, and much fan art to delight you, and a very generous rest for your wrists on the other side of all this typing, and a very marvelous week 💕💕

OMG your tags were giving my LIFEEE how rude that they would ever cut you off like that! I need to speak to the internet manager asap!! 😂😂

HAHA the wizard line is *extra* perfect because Steve would *also* blame such sorcery on a wizard (he definitely called Vecna a wizard that is obsessed with clocks and I will never let that go lol).

There hassss to be unreleased footage in the ST vault of all the divorced moms and Eddie just waiting for Steve to turn around and scoop in the back ice cream counters, like PLEASE tell me the footage exists and I didn't just make it up 😭

AGH the ring and forehead kiss goodbye are maybe my favorite parts ❣️❣️ like Steve knows there's nothing else he can do but give a little piece of himself and then hope that there's magic-memory powers in his expert kissing abilities - it's very naive and endearing and heartbreaking all at once and I just want to give him the biggest hug for trying so hard.

Sweet deerling, that is SO incredibly kind omgggg my tender heart cannot take such kindness!! If someone ever made fan art for this I would *weep,* even if they just thought about it, I'd still be teary! I don't have dark chocolate pudding but I dooooo have dark chocolate raisins, which is definitely a win. I'm sending you all the good vibes for the rest of the week/weekend ✨✨ Thank you so much for always being so supportive of the little stories I write.

Have a spectacular day!! Watch all the Meg Ryan films your heart desires!! ❤️🥰❤️

[cookinguptales]

I missed the flurry of readings because I've been hungover all day from my brother's wedding, haha! But I'd love a silly reading from a deck of your choice

It's all good! I hope you had fun!

My movie's having Technical Difficulties rn so it's a good time to take a break and do some more readings. lmao

I decided to go back to the Pulp Tarot for this, our second silly reading. All of those cards seem to be telling a gorgeous little story, so I thought it'd be fun for a silly reading.

(Ace of Wands, Temperance, Queen of Cups)

Once upon a time, there was a giant and a beanstalk, and y'all already know that story. This giant was not a bad guy, for all that he ate humans every now and then. Everyone eats, after all, and it's not a crime to be at the top of the food chain. Besides which, humans had a strange tendency to climb up beanstalks and steal from him.

Genuinely, what the fuck?

So after having, like, his goose stolen and his harp stolen and his bag of gold stolen, the giant was like. Dude! No! And he got himself a really big stick.

"FEE FI FO FUM,"

the giant said.

oh jesus christ,

not this again,

thought the townsfolk.

"IF YOU CLIMB THAT BEANSTALK AGAIN, YOU'LL GET FUCKING WRECKED."

And truthfully, that was actually kind of fair. But the villagers below had seen how rich and famous that Jack guy had become and they were actually kind of assholes, so they decided to enlist the help of A Hero to help them steal from that giant again.

The hero was temperance itself, part man and part woman, part land and part sea, something beautiful and winged and glistening with scales. And this hero, they thought that probably there could be a nonviolent solution to all this.

They flew up to where the giant lived and had a nice long talk over a cup of tea. The giant told the hero his point of view, and the hero had to admit that he had a point. It wasn't kind to eat your neighbors, perhaps, but it didn't help matters when they were fucking thieves.

"Hey," the hero said, flying down once again to the town. "Maybe you should just leave him alone."

"No," said the townsfolk. "That sounds really boring. We'd rather steal."

Then the townsfolk threw a rock at them.

"Right, then," said the hero. "Fuck this. I'm going home."

The hero's home was betwixt and between, up and down, somewhere not land and not sea but the mist between them both. That sounds an awful lot like a cloud, though, and so for now, the hero went to go hang out with the giant.

That night, the hero found out that golden eggs make pretty good omelets. Not only that, apparently the bones of Englishmen make pretty good bread.

The end.

--------------------

The moral of this reading is that British people steal too much. Also, Jack and the Beanstalk is a weird story.

Don't steal, and maybe practice temperance when you can. When you can't, I guess eating people is okay, too.

[s0lar-ch3ri]

I HAVE MORE (with spoilers obvi)

ollie finds out how periods work when jay starts hers

"Why is Miss Jay still not here? Is she okay?" Everyone already was up besides Jay, and Ollie didn't know what happened. He was worried for her.

"Ah, don't you let it get to ya. It's Jay, she'll be fine. Just, uh, maybe don't bother her." Chip ruffled his hair, but he still felt confused. "Bother her?"

"She says her tummy hurty Chip, also to answer that like just don't yell, which is what we do all the time so just don't!" Gillion ironically yelled out from the below deck, only for him to seemingly be hit with something then apologize.

A couple hours passed and Ollie's worry didn't disappear. After building up some courage, Ollie went downstairs to check in. Plus, the crew kept on doing checks and Ollie simply would do it this time.

He found Jay rolled over in bed, groaning seeming to be in pain. "I swear to god Chip if- oh hi Ollie. Please, just don't freak out, I'm fine." Jay didn't even need to look at him to see that he was worried. As she turned to face him, she could hear his breath trying to steady as he looked around the room. As he looked around, he noticed a box with some white things inside. "I-Are you-I mean-What's going on?"

"You didn't get a health class back at Zero yet, huh? It's a thing females get called periods and the cramps can hurt like hell."

Jay could see he still felt very confused and had some questions. She didn't have anything else to do, so they just sat there and talked.

ok so my phones an asshole so i cant exactly make the text small and shit so sorry also yes theyd have pads on deck also alternative version of this where gill doesnt know how periods work and ollie explains it to him

"Hey, uh, Ollie? What do you know about women?" Oliver had thought he'd gotten used to Gillion's tendency to say "silly" questions out of nowhere, yet he never was.

"I'd be scared to answer at all if you were anyone else, but yeah. I know some things about women." Oliver chuckled and put down the towel he was using, turning to face Gillion. "What's up?"

"Well, I heard about this thing, where women have a 'time of month' where they just bleed and basically experience hell. I was wondering what you may know, since even if those of the Undersea got them too, I didn't know."

"Oh, you mean periods. Yeah, I've heard it sucks, don't know how my mom dealt with them. Plus the mood swings were kinda icky."

Gillion seemed to be surprised at all the new information. What went on in his mind was a mystery to Ollie. "Wow. There is...quite a bit I don't know. If you aren't busy, mind teaching me a bit more?"

"Why not ask Jay? It's not that I'm not happy to help, it's just that Jay actually gets them and sh--hhhhhhtuft." Oliver almost let a swear slip. God these idiots were rubbing off on him still.

"Because Jay is still bleeding out her legs and said to leave her alone!" "Shit."

originally i wrote both ideas in my head while on my period which started day 1 of my accelerated math classes so veru comfort indeed also yes i wanted a bit of sillyness cause its them so why not anyways the idea of oliver also could be blessed by the gods for no reason (like gill idk why i love that duo)

i sadly have no clue how to write this one but its a funny idea that ollie is also blessed by the gods lmao

next idea but just the animals on board just gravitate towards ollie

(id wanna actually make a fic first for this idea so id rather wait for that)

next idea is pride month themed (plus one of my hcs for ollie) but ACE SPECTRUM OLIVER!!!! (its really aroace but im open to ideas, also abro may work)

So this was what plagued his mind now. Not just the fact that he'll have to either say goodbye to the Albatross or not see his mom again, but also how he'd tell anyone about this self realization. He didn't even think it was that important, I mean not having attraction to anything would mean less distractions? Yet he felt like he'd explode if he didn't. He hated being confused like this.

Well, there's nothing he figured that they could do if Ollie did tell them he's aroace. God he still was nervous. Did he want to tell them all at once? Should he just tell one of them? Who would he tell first? Why was he so anxiety ridden? Even knowing how accepting they could be, there was still the doubt of being seen differently by them for the worse. Well, no time like the present to start.

"Hey Chip, could I talk to you for a sec?"

I LOVE ME A CLIFF HANGER BABYYYYY anyways im lazy for more writing so take the ideas alone

ollie learns about autism (autistic fish man)

finds out chip is trans (or vice-versa lol)

somehow puddle makes ollie able to perform healing magic or smth (I ENJOY HEALING MAGIC OLIVER OKAY???)

ollie makes friendship bracelets or smth

ollie stickers gill's armor (he just can have stickers because why not)

ollie with a GUN

modern day oliver pulls the eviliest of pranks on the crew for april fools: he signs them up for therapy.

either puddle or pretzel comforting ollie when hes up late being sad

pretzel teachs ollie blood lust and they make (and commit aince otd def be crack) murder plans for those who've wronged their friends

ollie sees a guy being weird to jay and clocks him in the nose (also works for like a high school modern [thats what i mean by modern ollie btw lmao] au, either way i love the idea of a guy being a creep and this small 12 or so year old child breaks his nose for it because he respects women ✨️)

navy seal but chip kinda liked gill so felt bumped about being dumped and oliver decides to help comfort him (maybe by telling him how when he was 6 he got dumped by his crush and is still slaying idk /hj)

yall knwo that onw post where the persons friends were all in a polygamous relationship and thats why they felt so left out and they just didnt know? thats ollie after he finds out that maybe chip and gill kissed more then once before and then chip has to talk to him lol

ollie doesnt know people can date more then one person and is very confused when he first saw gill and chip kissing then jay and gill like just messing around with each other's hair ig (look i feel like i may make them kiss too much if i say kiss again so) and ollie misunderstanding tells chip gill cheated on him with jay

detective au where chips tryna solve a case and calls upon an officer in training to help him as shit seems to keep happening and they cant exactly wait (jay normally would help him but she's out from a broken leg and gillion [my brain says "hes still a goldfish" or "hes a car" god im still thinking bout the new spiderman movie watched it today] is handling a different case and his way of working isnt exactly how chip works)

i def have more just sont wanna dig any more lol

ollie centric fic ideas because i love this child (spoilers for jrwi)

a lot will be comforting for me because yes (they may start angst but ye) but anyways first idea is ollie has undiagnosed adhd and has always had focus problems and during one of like the meetings for the riptide pirates theyre going over a plan and ollie is just freaking out silently because he genuinely is trying to hard to focus but nothings working and chip notices and comforts him on it

As they talked, Ollie couldn't find himself able to focus in. He tried fidgeting with his hands, blocking out other sounds, forcefully staring at any of them, but nothing worked. He'd always had problems with this type of thing, but this time he couldn't find a way to focus in and it scared him. He was shaking and trying to hold back tears. What if he missed something important and didn't know what to do? What if Chip got mad that he didn't listen? He just stood there, staring at the floor as the voices around him were simply a blur of noises saying things his brain refused to comprehend.

"Hey buddy, are you feeling okay?" Chip bent down and grabbed Ollie's shoulder's gently. Ollie tried to look at him, but instead just starred at Chip's shirt. He gave a slight head shake no and kept fidgeting. With a collective look, Jay and Gill went off and left Chip to comfort his son.

would probs also add other oneshots in it of adhd ollie being the greatness he is but onto the next one, which is after a night of just not being sleepy, pretzel finds him and they just play around

So this is what being on board a pirate ship is like. Having your dad's I-think boyfriend's pet frogtopus come hang out with you in the middle of the night. For whatever reason, Ollie just didn't feel the need to sleep. He hadn't stayed up, he just didn't want to. Here he was now, drawing in the crow's nest, looking at the moon.

Then he heard the purr. There wasn't any cats on deck, and he knew he didn't purr. When he looked up, right on the rails was Pretzel.

"Pretzel!? What are you doing up, Gillion may get worried..." Having been around her so much, everyone onboard could read her expressions well enough as though she was speaking to them. She gave Ollie the look of "I should be asking you".

"Okay, fair." Ollie continued on drawing. Pretzel climbed onto his shoulder and watched as he drew. As she climbed back down, Ollie shrugged, thinking she got tired and went back to bed. However, barely a minute later, she returned with a set of water proof markers neatly in a bag.

"ARE THOSE GILLION'S?! PRETZEL YOUR GONNA-" She lifted a tentacle to Oliver's mouth and started showing the different colors to him. While the shade names were off by one, together they worked to color the drawings he made.

yes hed carry markers around duh anyways next fic idea where ollie, being his aged up self, asks chip if he could try the bandana of disguise out

"Chip, I wanna try something..." Ollie had thought of the idea before, but never really knew when he should ask. While Ollie had gotten used to this taller adult form, he didn't enjoy it much still. It felt off putting at times and Oliver couldn't tell if he'd ever go back to being small.

"Yeah, what's up?" Chip was undisguised and the bandana fit well in his messy hair. He had a matching one that Chip bought him, but it wasn't magical like his. He didn't even realize until now that the old one was tied around his wrist.

"Could I maybe try something with your disguise bandana?" Chip, with only an eyebrow raise, took it off and handed it to him. "What prank you tryna pull my boy?" Chip had a cheeky grin on his face.

"No prank, just, um, seeing something." After a brief explanation, Ollie tried it out. He was a bit nervous, but he thought of the image he wanted to become. Within an instant, he went from looking down at Chip, to having to look up at Chip.

i do got more but i got homework to do so ill make more later

[dean-samw67]

Will requests

This is me absolutely begging and foaming at the mouth for you to write a Will Turner x reader. I’m fine with fluff or smut lmao. I have a couple ideas if you also want to write multiple (or blend them into 1), you totally don’t have to though.

1. A Will Turner A-Z smut list

I literally haven’t seen one of these for Will ANYWHERE. He needs one so bad lmao 😭

2. Fluff about Will’s hands

It’s mentioned in Curse of The Black Pearl how Will has “Blacksmith’s hands”. Personally, I find the contrast of his rough hands and caring demeanor really adorable .

3. Being Jack Sparrow’s (sister/close relationship) and dating Will

First of all,

THE C H A O S

Jack constantly bugging you about being all “lovey dovey” on his ship (even if it’s not a significant amount). Jack also always complaining in general lmao. I think this is cute because Jack being over protective of you dating Will just seems so precious to me. PLEASE INCLUDE SOME FORM OF SIBLING BANTER 🙏🏻. Having accurate sibling teasing or banter is so important when writing relationships like these!

4. Idk how to title this one but it kind of fits the category

Being Jacks sister but also constantly making berth at Port Royale when you were younger, results in a close friendship between you and a certain Mr. Will Turner.

You both were thick as thieves, always doing things together like helping him in the smithery, weaving through marketplaces, delivering the swords he made, dangling your feet off the peer, learning to sword fight, and (sigh) listening to him ramble about ElIzaBeTh. (I love her but for the sake of this, no [or maybe do idk lmao])

The killer is, you always told Will your brother was a merchant and that you would accompany him on his trips, which is why you were constantly in and out of Port Royal. In reality, you were always off doing pirate things with Jack. But remember!- Will doesn’t like pirates, so maybe theres no harm in not telling him. Great idea!

(Can you smell the sarcasm?)

Consequently, the day Jack broke into Mr. Brown’s smithery, you later arrived with Will. This resulted in a 2 on 1 fight (or maybe not) with a lot of confused looks being shared between Jack and yourself. When the reader decides to reveal their identity to Will is all up to you though!

Drag it out or get straight to the point, whatever you think will work best. I just need some good ol’ tension.

5. Protective Will [(T/W)- Possible wolf whistling, harassment, and creepy stuff like that]- all hypotheticals not a must. Do not feel compelled to include these aspects, they are just little pieces of inspiration to help you get started.

It just always comforts me when there are scenarios about the character of choice protecting the reader from a creepy guy/group of guys/sketchy actions. I can also suggest a scenario for this!

It probably would be similar to the scene in Dead Man’s Chest of Elizabeth being in a connected jail cell with a bunch of assholes that we’re whistling at her. But in this scenario (hopefully) that will not last for long depending on Will’s reaction.

Bunch of fluff ideas

On you period

Stargazing on the Black Pearl

Childhood friends to lovers

Him finding out you were a pirate

Having to rescue him

Reuniting after he goes on a separate expedition -(describe how he got tanner/ more freckled/ longer/curlier hair/smells like salt water/ more muscley)

How would he show his affection

Dancing together in a Tortugan pub

Bar fights in said Tortugan pub

Playing with his hair

Him defending your honor 😤 someone talks bad about you as a (pirate/ pirate lieutenant/ captain/ person/ makes creepy comments/ etc.) so he defends you

How he would cuddle you

How he would kiss you

Sharing a hammock below deck

Okay so I can say I am not taking requests really at the moment but I love the thought of writing for Will more. I will keep all of these ideas on the list and definitely get around to them. (I'll tag you in it too so you can see when they are posted) I can't promise I'll write them quick but I'll do them as I can! I'll probably start once I'm done moving! Thank you for these requests. Maybe you just helped with my writing slump! ❤️

[killyourrdarlingss]

orchid, ivy and nutmeg!! <3

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orchid ⇢ what’s a song you consider to be perfect?

I think it would have to be King Crimson's 'the terrifying tale of thela hun ginjeet' also, Home by Depeche mode is also so good, any Depeche mode song tbh, I end up like SCREAMING the lyrics ♥️ any old 80s song.

ivy ⇢ what are your ‘tells’ for your emotions and moods? how can someone tell you’re happy, annoyed, upset or tired?

Oh apparently it's super obvious but I don't think so? If I'm not feeling well I'm so good at lying and being like 'nah all good!' but I bitch later on, lmao.

nutmeg ⇢ how’s your room/home decorated? do you have a specific theme or style going on?

YES... honestly every part of my house is decorated but my room is special, I have what I lovingly call the 'Man Wall' which is a wall of men. A bunch of men I put up and look at and go ':) men.'

It's like, I'm sure my parents have come in at some point and been like ... "Hm." But it means everything to me, I'll put a picture below.

But also my entire living room? Decked out in merch/statues/figurines, I have a giant cardboard cutout of batman .... Yeah

[assassins-and-hidden-blades]

Trust Me -- Part 2

02/06/2021: Wow, uh, wow. This one got me. Almost started crying at the cheesy ending. I will cringe at it in precisely two months from now. Thank you guys SO much for all the positive feedback of PART 1, it really helped me finish this part. Without you guys, this would have been still sitting in my drafts. There's lowkey a bit of pressure in this actually being GOOD, so I'm sitting here with a bit of Imposter SyndromeTM and crossing everything I can cross that you guys like it. I can't tell whether I went overboard or not, though... I guess that's for you guys to tell me lmao.

Also, these commas can be pried from my very cold, extremely dead, fingers.

As always, feedback is greatly appreciated! For the first time in almost ever, I'm a bit very nervous to post this -- I hope you enjoy it!!

Tagging: @marshmallow--3 // @yourlocalfrenchie // @rahdaleigh // @sofiewithat /// @iceboundstar // @mythandmagik // @itseivwhore // @pink-polarfox // @missbenzayb // @ct-5445 // @timbreavery // @dacian-assassin // @thepalaceofmelanie // @asilverraven // @huntheimpossible // @eclectic--assassin // @thehistorynut19 // @ta-ka-shi-ma // @roki3chocoa // @fandomsfanman // @le-nottibianche // @bandit-brunsmeier // @starmoji1 // @spocktheestallion // @salty-thembo // @missingfrye // @xdeimos // If you want to be tagged, let me know!!

Warnings: Lots of swearing, a bit of graphic violence, implicit mention of sexual assault (I hope it's not a spoiler to say that this does not actually happen, but the idea is used as manipulation. It's not done well, but I'm blaming that on the character being a horrible liar, instead of me sucking at write arseholes), implied character death.

Pairing: Edward Kenway x F!Reader

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The neighbouring ship was chaotic. The opponents were drunk on victory, so slipping through unnoticed was easy. The hard part was going to be staying undercover until you could free Edward and the rest of the crew without anyone falling casualty. “Strip them of their weapons and take them to the brig!” You heard the Quartermaster yell. Thinking quickly, you moved to Edward; if you knew where his weapons were, escaping could be much easier. People were already pulling out his pistols and cutlasses, fortunately dumping them in your arms. Looking around, you pulled away to hide them in an inconspicuous barrel for later.

You weren’t planning on staying long.

Quickly rejoining the group, you took hold of one of your crew members -- you recognised him as one named Jonah -- at the back of the crowd, keeping your face covered lest they accidentally reveal your identity. You kept your eye on Edward’s tense shoulders the entire time, heading below deck and to the rows of cells at the end of the ship.

As you gently pushed Jonah into the cell, someone slammed the door shut, chucking the ring of keys your way. “Lock ‘em up.” Swallowing, you nodded, feeling uncomfortable under their gaze while turning the key in the lock. Taking them out of your hands, a mop and bucket was shoved in its place. “You’re on cleaning duty, starting upstairs; let’s go.” With one last glance, your eyes scoured for Edward before they all disappeared from view.

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Edward

There was this crushing anxiety he just couldn’t shake. It rendered him almost motionless, crouched in the corner of the cell, picking at his sleeves. There was a commotion heading towards them; he was in for company he was not in the mood for.

Heavy footsteps gave away the visitor. “We searched your boat.” His crew parted to clear a view as Charles Marlowe relaxed against the cell bars. “We found your woman.”

Edward’s eyes snapped to Marlowe’s as he clenched his jaw, almost daring him to say more.

With a chuckle and a disgusting grin, he brought out a small knife to clean. “Don’t you want to know where she is?”

“I expect you’d would tell me regardless.”

“I would advise against winding me up, Kenway. I could always take my anger out on her instead.”

It took a second for Edward’s arms to fly through the bars, constricting around Marlowe’s throat. “What have you done with her?”

Although cold metal pressed against his jaw, he didn’t ease up.

“She’s waiting for me very nicely... in my cabin.”

Edward didn’t have to think very hard to infer his meaning.

“I’ll kill you if you touch her. I’ll kill you.” Growling, he held impossibly tighter, for if he was here, he wasn’t there.

“With your actions come consequences, Kenway. And you might not be the one paying for them.”

A dilemma came to mind: delay him to keep him away from you, or risk the consequences of his revenge?

Somewhat luckily, he didn’t need to choose.

Before Edward could comprehend that he loosened his grip, Marlowe slipped out of his grasp. The distraught Captain pressed himself against the bars, anger drenching his expression as he heaved out breaths. His captor laughed. “You’re very good at empty threats, Kenway.”

“It’s not a threat. It’s a promise.” His cold tone streaked through the crew, setting hairs on end. They had never heard their Captain like this before; so angry, so dangerous.

It terrified them.

“That remains to be seen. In the meantime…” With a mocking whistling tune, Marlowe spun on his heels and began to walk away.

“Come back here, bilge rat!” He pulled harshly against the cell door. “Don’t you dare touch her!”

“Then you better stay in line.”

As he disappeared from view, Edward’s emotions overwhelmed him, frustrated tears coming to his eyes. He turned to a solid wall, slamming the side of his fist against it and yelled.

Fear, anger, guilt, and grief echoed around the brig.

Collapsing against the wood, he hid his face in his hands, aiming to either calm himself or hide his inevitable breakdown.

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Y/N

“Finish up downstairs.” Nodding affirmatively, you picked up the mop bucket and eagerly headed beneath deck, having to consciously slow down to avoid suspicion. You were glad you were disguised in the uniform of Marlowe’s crew instead of the rags of the common sailors aboard; it would’ve made the job much harder than it had to be.

Keeping a level head, you walked past the cell holding your family and placed the mop bucket against the wall, scanning the deck.

Empty.

Sighing in relief, you realised that you were alone with your crew at last. As you pulled the covering off of your face, you shushed frantically, the cell almost erupting into cheers. You gestured for them to part, eyeing Edward, almost balled up in the corner of the cell. “Hey, Ed,” you whispered, watching as his head snapped up to you, eyes widening.

Scrambling up, he strode to the bars in a second, reaching through the gaps to hold you. “Thank Christ…” he exhaled in relief, bringing your forehead to his lips between the bars. You pulled away after a few moments, sharing relieved glances. “Are you hurt? Did they do anything to you?” he asked, eyes scanning you for any sign of injuries.

“No, no, I’m okay. Are you alright? Did we lose anyone?”

“I’m... fine; I haven’t done a head count yet.”

You didn’t reply, watching as Jonah came up to tap Edward on the shoulder. “Capt’n?”

He turned around, withdrawing his hands as Ryan came into view. “I can’t find my da’.” His voice was barely stable, cheeks stained with tear tracks. For a second, you both exchanged sorrowful glances.

Edward crouched down, ruffling his hair. “He’ll be around, lad. We just have to find him. Maybe he’s escaped and is planning his own rescue mission for us.”

Ryan nodded, wanting to believe him. Meanwhile, Edward stood and brought Jonah close, leaning to whisper in his ear. He withdrew, a willing but uncertain look on his face. Both retreated back into the small crowd.

“What did you tell him?” you asked.

“...That he has to look after Ryan now.”

You squeezed your eyes shut to stave off tears. “Shit.”

His fingers gently grazed your cheek. “Are you sure you’re alright? Does Marlowe know you’re here?”

Frowning, you shook your head. “I wouldn’t have thought so; if he did, I’d be stuck in there with you.”

His expression was nearly unreadable, but you could sense his anxiety. “I saw him come from here a few moments ago. What was he saying?”

“He…” Pausing for a moment, Edward swallowed. “Just Templar bullshit.”

You scoffed at the notion. “Of course he did. Look, I know how to get out of this.”

“I’ll take anything at this point.” Although his tone was sarcastic, you could tell that for the first time, he didn’t know what to do.

“He needs to die.”

Edward froze, brows narrowing, realising your intention. “No, Y/N, no.”

“‘No’ was an option in Nassau, but we don’t have that choice--”

“No, there must be another way -- “

“There is no other way! This is our only chance--”

“Are you hearing me?! He--”

“Do you understand the situation we’re in?!”

“No, Y/N, please--”

“All it takes is--”

“Just LISTEN to me!” He hissed through gritted teeth, grasping your arm to give it a sharp shake to stop you talking over him. The shock threw you into silence. Lowering his voice, he continued. “If you make so much as one mistake, he won’t just kill you; he’ll make you wish you were dead. Please, please, don’t do this.”

You were stunned. You’ve never seen him so adamant about staying your blade. The desperation in his tone threw you off; you’ve never heard him this serious -- this frantic -- before.

Edward grabbed one of your hands in both of his, bringing your knuckles to rest against his lips. “I love you… with everything I have; I can’t lose you. Not if I can help it,” he murmured, closing his eyes. Your heart broke as you watched a tear escape, trailing down his skin.

“Okay, okay.” You rarely saw Edward cry, and when you did, it was usually due to either drinking or laughing. He took a small, shuddering breath, trying to compose himself.

“We wait for Adé. Then we’ll think about Marlowe.”

“Alright, okay. Hey...” you caressed his jaw. “I’m okay. We’ll be okay. Trust me.”

You heard ruckus above the deck. “Someone’s coming.” Both of you broke away like shrapnel, Edward sitting himself on the floor while you mopped, facing the wall.

And that was how things were.

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A couple of weeks had passed since the crew was abducted from the Jackdaw. Everyone had been forced to labour on the deck, doing various jobs, from scrubbing floors to adjusting sails to everything in between. Adé was nowhere to be seen; whether he was hidden on deck and still strategising, or God forbid, something worse, you didn’t know.

A few didn’t make it.

Keeping your identity hidden was becoming increasingly difficult as time went on, of both being a woman and lover of the imprisoned Captain. You had, however, been able to gather intel of Marlowe from the crew that despised him. Each day further validated your belief that this man would be much better off dead; the crew have no loyalty except out of fear, and you could work with that.

You understood Edward’s fear, but it would be selfish of you to stand back and not do anything, watching as almost everyone on the ship suffered; if you did nothing, you would regret it for the rest of your days.

One particular morning was extremely hot, extremely dry, and extremely labour intensive. You were almost halfway through your journey, and you knew you were running out of time. Something had to happen, and soon, or you would never make it to the end of the year.

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Edward

After the first week, the crew joined the common sailors around the ship, performing average labour over hours. There was barely time to rest, eat, or drink; he could tell that this was wearing him down more than any form of torture.

The sun’s rays beat down on the nape of his neck as midday approached. Orders were to scrub the floor. He had a brush in his hand the size of a polishing brush, sharing a bucket with four other members of his crew. Each time he made eye contact with one of them, he’d give them a reassuring look; they’d all get out of this, he just needed a plan.

Doors were haphazardly flung open, Marlowe revealing himself from his cabin, followed by an entourage of his closest crew. They clumsily made their way across the ship, bumping into those scrubbing the deck, only to send them a look as if it was their fault in the first place.

One of them knocked over a bucket of water, spilling the liquid across the wood. Edward looked up to observe the situation. It belonged to his crew, including Jonah and Ryan. Marlowe stopped, his stare set on the ones kneeling, completely ignoring the real culprit. “You.” He crooked his finger towards Ryan. “Get up.”

With a petrified look on his face, Ryan stumbled to his feet, shaking like a leaf. “It wasn’t--”

Marlowe put his hand up, a warning to shut up. “It was your bucket, was it not?”

“Y-Yes, but--”

“So it was your responsibility, correct?”

“W-Well--”

“It’s a ‘yes’ or ‘no’ question, boy.”

“... Yes, sir.”

Marlowe turned to call to his second in command. “Get the cat.”

Edward’s heart stopped. By now, the ship had dropped to complete silence. They wouldn’t… he was only a boy. Marlowe was sadistic, but he wouldn’t be that evil, would he?

Before he could stop himself, Edward found himself standing protectively in front of Ryan. The child gripped onto his sleeve as he was pushed behind his Captain by the arm. “Why don’t you give a punishment to someone who deserves it?”

Marlowe held a neutral expression. “You’re right…” With a wave of his hand, arms snaked themselves around Edward’s, pulling him away from the others, restraining his movements.

Edward’s eyes flitted to Ryan for a split second; he was pulled to sit beside Jonah before he gained any more unwanted attention. Marlowe came to stand in front of him, unpinning his cape from around his shoulders. It fell into someone’s arms, who carried it away. Although his limbs were pulled harshly behind him, he held his head high, a hard expression in his eyes.

Undoing his cuffs, Marlowe smirked. “I believe you deserve twenty, in place of that boy…” Without warning, a fist came into contact with Edward’s sternum. If it weren’t for the arms holding him upright, the force would have sent his knees buckling. As he regained his breath, he glared at Marlowe. “Another twenty is in order for disobedience…” Another strike winded him again, this one seemingly worse than before. Keeled over, hair blocking his vision, he almost didn’t notice Marlowe leaning into his ear. “Then, about as many as I deem fit…”

Standing up straight, he shook out his hand. “Get him ready.”

Edward stumbled as he was half-dragged across the deck to the main mast. His chest and face collided with the post, the wood almost burning his skin. His arms were pulled taut above his head, rope quickly entwining itself around his wrists. He gave them an experimental tug, his heart skipping a beat when he found not even an inch of give.

Oh, fuck.

Hands gripped the back of his shirt, swiftly tearing it open. His muscles tensed as the sunlight hit his skin. Closing his eyes, he steeled himself with a breath.

The first strike licked his skin, the force shoving him against the post, ripping open stripes of flesh. Pain shot across his back. Biting a back a groan, Edward clenched his jaw. Sweat trailed down his temples, arms straining against the ropes.

Resting his forehead against the post, he prepared for the next lash.

But the strike never came.

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Y/N

Ooh, boy.

You were shocked at yourself for a moment, your hand firmly wrapped around Marlowe’s extended wrist, the cat of nine tails trickling Edward’s blood onto the back of your hand.

“I demand satisfaction.”

Gasps and muttering littered the crowd, and you kept to yourself the true realisation of what you’ve done.

You’ve challenged Marlowe to a duel.

“Don’t…” Edward looked over his shoulder, voice loud enough for only you to hear.

You spared him a side glance, urging him to quiet down.

Instead of the expected anger, Marlowe chuckled. “Alright; who demands it?”

You pulled off your face covering and hat, the sun hitting the skin on your face fully for the first time in two weeks. “Naturally, me.”

He hummed darkly, eyes narrowing with recognition. “Naturally.” He began to unsheathe his sword.

“I thought you were a man of tradition; are pistols not your forte?” You raised an eyebrow, challenging him.

After a prolonged glance, metal clicked back into its leather hold. “You really don’t know what you’re getting into, my dear.”

“Don’t call me that.”

“... Let’s get this over with.”

Your heart pounded. This was such a stupid move.

But it was also your only move.

Hiding your own fear, you held eye contact with Marlowe. With trembling fingers, you drew your own pistol, gifted to you by Edward from your last birthday. It was very much your lucky charm, and you hoped it wouldn’t fail you now.

“Ten paces, on my count.” You had no idea who the voice belonged to, nor did you have the current emotional capacity to care. Pulling the hammer down on your pistol, you turned your back to Marlowe. A blank was fired, the echoing shot a signal to start moving.

1…

2…

3...

It was almost deadly quiet.

4…

5…

6…

This was stupid, this was a bad idea. You won’t make it.

7…

8--

An unexpected shot rang out. You dropped to the floor, a pain beginning to blossom in your side.

“NO!”

Marlowe had cheated. Internally, you scoffed. Of course he did.

Although it stung, you were surprised at how bearable the pain was, given you just got shot.

Or did you?

You lay still, partly in shock and partly to plan what to do next.

“What are you all looking at? Get back to work!”

“Y/N? Y/N/N!” You heard Edward’s voice crack. “You cheating bastard!”

“Now, now, Kenway. Don’t forget the position you’re in.”

Floorboards creaked as someone approached. Pistol miraculously still in hand, you waited for as long as possible. Just a little longer....

A shadow shaded your face from the sun. Without thinking, you turned, aimed, and shot.

Marlowe stared back, glassy eyed, blood trickling down his nose.

A moment later, he collapsed.

No one dared to move, choosing to stare at the body in front of them, not quite believing that he was dead.

The monster of a man was dead.

After the adrenaline ebbed away, you sighed heavily. “Glad that’s over.” A hand came into view, offering assistance to stand up. You locked eyes with someone who should have made himself known a long time ago. “Adé!” Accepting the help, you smirked. “Great timing.”

You quickly moved to Edward to begin untying the knots around his wrists. “What the fuck were you thinking?!” he exclaimed, exertion clear in his eyes.

“I’m sorry for worrying you--”

“Worrying me?” One wrist freed, he deftly moved to the other. “When I saw you lying there, I felt as if I had died!”

You sighed. “I needed to do something, lest you became more bone than back.”

“That was the most stupid plan I’ve ever seen in my life.” His hands free, he paid no heed to his own wounds and immediately tried to inspect yours. “You were so irresponsible--”

Bringing his face to yours, you stopped him talking with a kiss.

He diffused immediately, finally processing that you were in front of him, alive, and Marlowe was the one dead on the floor. Melting into you, the tension in his muscles dissipated, replaced only with relief. He broke apart from you, burying his face in your neck, his arms wrapped around you tightly.

“If the plan worked, it couldn’t have been that stupid,” you remarked.

“I’m so sorry.” His words were mumbled into your shoulder.

“You were looking out for me; I would have done the same if the roles were reversed.” You hugged him back, recoiling when he suddenly flinched in pain. “Oh, God, I’m sorry.”

“Shall we just accept each other’s apologies and call it a day?”

You laughed. “That would be good.”

Turning to the hands on deck, you raised your pistol in the air. “It’s over, lads! We can go home!”

You held your side, the pain greatly subsided under the amount of other emotions you were feeling; joy, relief, but also grief. Not for Marlowe, but for the ones that didn’t see this day.

You made a vow there and then; a vow to live your life the way they would have lived.

With joyful, carefree fun.

With the ability to live in the moment.

With gratitude for what you still have that they lost: For some, love, and for others, life.

[nanintell]

Ok i think i might have a bunch of images to post here so i'm gonna keep them all below here.

if you don't want get spoiled, feel free to skip.

Wayyy to trigger yuto man (and yep he’s pissed)

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never know that yuto can manually trigger his awaken mode. ——————————————————————————————————

Can totally imagine him being slapped by yuzu’s fan lmao. (And remind of when serena kept kicking him before their duel in anime XD)

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Yugo's jp voice seems to change a bit from anime? I think his anime voice is bit more deeper? Well i can't tell much, more like a hunch.

Also, well in story, some got almost terrified if z-arc would come next while others just casually talk with yugo like time for revenge duel, about rin or simply let's duel for friendship or other reasons.

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Unlocked part 2. Poor yugo got 2 slaps from yuzu lmao. It seems that he's also confused, not as bad as yuto though.

Speedroid deck seems good but need time to learn about it as well and i think clear wing or crystal wing will be meta deck for sure lmao

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Unlocked part 3. Well, glad to see that both yuto and yugo understand each other well now. Mostly, due to knowing each other's life though. Now to wait another 2 days for another ep. which is most likely about when yuya was in synchro dimension.

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Dang part 3. They were only talking when yugo dueled sawatari and yuya was like synced with him. I was half expecting that they will talk about yuya's duel with crow or when they all met their couterparts. I guess not since they basically all went crazy lmao (maybe they will mention it in either future parts of this event or yuri's event when he comes out (most likely the latter though. whenever yuri joined the party, most of the time, everyone totally went nut lol))

So the moment i went to duel yugo, i saw this.

[nais-doodles]

THE FINAL PRODUCT AHHHH. This took a lot out of me but I am so proud of how it came together in the end, ahhhh.

Here are the original sketches if you’re curious as to how everyone looked originally.

Obligatory ask for you to click through

And finally, finally, my headcanons below the cut, so ya’ll don’t have to be bogged down with them. Warning, it’s kinda long

Hi, I put off making pancakes to write this

Lucifer

Lucifer owns a private detective agency (Edit: It’s got a name now! Morningstar Detective Agency, courtesy of the lovely @impastaz309), and all the brothers are in one way or another involved in it

The agency works with the police in the more secretive cases, usually ‘important’ people going missing under mysterious circumstances, drug trafficking etc.

Though he’s the head, a lot of the time he’s handling paperwork which helps cover the brothers and his back, especially since some of the stuff they do, and links they have with other people and organisations, could be exploited at their expense.

He’s looking at satan btw lmao

Running a detective agency and also keeping tabs on his brothers is very hard ™ so Lucifer is just, tired, all the time. Please give him a shoulder rub and smooches

Mammon

Usually used as bait, believe it or not, therefore his existence is somewhat of a mystery. He has to keep a low profile.

If you asked someone in the street, unless they were really involved in the agency (which they wouldn’t be), has a high ranking in the police (unlikely), or any of the other organisations the agency associates with (probably not) they wouldn’t know he exists

Mammon is very good at his job, organising meetings with middlemen, smooth talking his way out of situations, getting even the criminals themselves to come and meet him without a mediator

He is only ever used when they agency or police know with absolute certainty that the person they’ll be catching will be arrested without fail - which is of course impossible to know, so it’s always a gamble when they pull Mammon out of the deck

Good luck dating him because this guy can’t really go in public for too long at a time

Leviathan 

He works at a newspaper agency, or at least that’s what they want you to think

In reality the whole reporter business is a front, and Leviathan is an information broker. Or rather, the head of a small group of information brokers.

The city is big, and one person alone isn’t enough to cover everything, but man is his group efficient

Every address change, every telephone call made, every booking of hotel rooms, all of it, he keeps tabs on it all

The information he’s gathered has helped the private detective agency out in a pinch many times, and will continue to do so in the future

“I’m very very busy, so please don’t call me during work, sweetheart. Especially not this particular number, that’s only for emergencies, and even then, it better be life or death, okay? Okay.”

Satan

Works in a bar. Specifically, a bar in a kinda sorta illegal underground fight club. It’s very illegal don’t let anyone fool you

A lot of the more questionable people of the city frequent this bar, and let me tell you, some people cannot keep their mouth shut once they’ve had a few drinks.

Anything Leviathan or Asmodeus can’t catch (don’t worry I’m getting there), is usually picked up by Satan via a blabbermouth who had too much to drink that night.

Satan is also pretty chummy with a lot of the fighters, and has a tendency to be the one patching up the milder injuries after fights

Therefore, he has a lot of favours he can collect, so if Lucifer ever needs some muscle that goes beyond what Beel can provide, Satan in there recommending a few of the more... smarter(?) fighters at the club.

Please don’t scratch his bar, he is a very forgiving bartender, but ruining the mahogany imported from England will have him beating the shit out of you 

Asmodeus

A bit of a celebrity, his rise to fame being both accidental and very useful

Think barbershop quartet, but he does a lot of solo work as well. The other three guys in the barbershop quartet are an absolute blast, and Asmodeus loves them to bits.

Originally, Lucifer was furious. How does he expect to work in the agency if he’s off singing at clubs and attending fancy parties? Then he realised something: Asmodeus can keep tabs on any of the more sketchy celebrities who slip through the net

So off into stardom Asmodeus went, attending lavish parties and singing at packed theatres, collecting dirt, formulating blackmail, getting only the best gossip and pulling favours along the way.

“Jen, hon, did you hear about Carter? Apparently, he’s sleeping with the daughter of the Chief of Police.” 

“Wait a minute... Asmo, isn’t she married?”

“She is most definitely married.” 

“Oh my.”

Beelzebub

Usually seen working with Belphegor, partially because, well, that’s his twin brother and he likes his brother, so why not?

And also because Belphegor always needs backup

Though he isn’t always with Belphegor, really, he’s just sent whenever Lucifer is wary of sending anyone in the agency somewhere on their own.

Think of Beel as a bodyguard of sorts. He is always there to stop things form getting physical if needs be, but he isn’t always enough on his own despite being an absolute powerhouse. So sometimes he’ll go around with someone Satan recommended too

They’re really nice actually, Beel was super surprised, you’d think they’d have no manners? (That’s because Satan gives you the nice ones Beel, thank him once in a while) 

They also all think he’s a marvel of muscle send from the gods so ya know. And they all get him cakes from that bakery he loves, so they’re all good in Beel’s book

Belphegor

You know the whole good cop bad cop routine? Yeah, Belphie is both depending on who you need for that current situation. 

Masterful in the art of manipulation, Lucifer uses him on the more tough to crack people who sit in the interrogation room

He is actually pretty good at shoving the fragmented pieces of a case together, weaving a story that gets the person being interrogated sweating bullets

Even when he is way off, he still manages to worm information out of the subject a lot faster than anyone at the police station. Point, private detective agency.

Like I said, he can be the good cop or the bad cop, though because he isn’t all that intimidating, he’s usually asked to be good cop

But dear lord he is a scary bad cop, and everyone in the police force and their mother knows it

If you got this far wow, hi, thanks! And you may or may not be happy to know I’m planning on another noir piece, this time featuring the undatables and maybe my mcs too idk yet

[trashytoastboi]

Heyyy how u doing? (Hope u good haha, love ya *smooch*) can i request hc for kid, killer and luffy with a s/o who has wings? (They're like a runaway experiment so now they have this huge black raven wings, they're like 5"6 and the wingspan is 16"4 lmao)

thank you 💖,Lysm and hope u have a great day ❤️💓💝

Heyya!🍀 I'm doing well thank you! Hope you are all good! My apologies for the super long wait on this and hope you enjoy ~

(Gender Neutral)

Headcanons: Kid, Killer, Luffy x S/O with wings

Eustass Kid

🛠 Kid was no stranger to seeing people with wings, devil fruits and even people from Skypeia shared a common trait of developing wings, though it was no leap to say that {Name's} wings were the first of their kind. Large, black wings with a wingspan that far exceeded the length of their body. He actually found it quite adorable the way their wings would drag on the floor when they walked.

🛠 Kid honestly found the way {Name} would fly to be beautiful, although... their first meeting included Kid entangling {Name} in a bit of a trap, thinking them to be some new material for his coat in the distance.

🛠 Finds the fact that their wings can reflect their mood to be hilarious. Especially when they are flustered and he watches their wings ruffling out of embarrassment.

🛠 Kid finds them to be very appealing for his partner. It adds something very unique to them. He grows very annoyed when he is sleeping next to {Name} and their wings suddenly spread and kick him out of bed.

🛠 His first assumption was a zoan type devil fruit, or perhaps a relation to one of the sky islands. He never knew about {Name's} past until he heard that they were in fact a side project of Dr. Vegapunk's. Not much could unsettle Kid or make him sad, but knowing his partner went through something like that did the trick, as well as reigniting his hatred towards the Marines.

🛠Sadly he had to ban {Name} from his workshop, due to the unexpected bumping and breaking of things with their wings.

Killer

🍜Found them absolutely beautiful upon first seeing them. Killer couldn't help himself from absentmindedly mumbling about them being an angel. Kid felt the need to mention the colour of their wings which Killer never minded. Still thinking they were stunning enough to be an angel.

🍜 Finds it very fascinating that they can fly and while being someone who is content on the seas. Killer does have some curiosity about being able to go into the sky as well, its unknown territory after all.

🍜 Can always tell exactly how his partner is feeling thanks to the wings. Especially when they're sad, their wings have a tendency to drag more and have a lack of usual response.

🍜Killer occasionally will touch their wings out of the blue, the feeling of appreciating just how pretty they are has never faded. Also likes how soft they are under his touch.

🍜 Killer was determined to hunt down anyone who was a part of experimenting on {Name}. While they never complain and often say they are thankful for their wings, Killer feels as if there is an underlying sadness in response to that memory.

🍜 One occasion when Killer was baking, {Name} wings accidentally burnt on the hot oven tray. He felt so bad looking at bunch of burnt feathers that he ended up giving the entire tray of baked treats as an apology.

Monkey D. Luffy

🍖 {Name} was pretty shocked when they were just flying and suddenly find someone with outstretched limbs wrapping around them and wrestling them down to the deck of the ship below. And being extremely disappointed that they were not edible.

🍖 Constantly hounding {Name} to take him with when they go flying. He finds it exhilarating and refreshing. If {Name} says no, Luffy will sulk and throw sad, pleading glances in their direction ever so often. Until he gets what he wants.

🍖 Luffy is constantly entertained by the way his partners wings seem to have a life of their own. Sometimes he will randomly poke them just to watch how they ruffle in response.

🍖 Finds it hilarious whenever {Name} gets a fright and their wings spread from the surprise, the force of which can knock down anyone and anything in the vicinity

🍖Never forced {Name} to talk about the fact they were once an experiment who lived in Dr. Vegapunk's lab. A name that even unsettles Luffy when he considers the fate of Kuma. He waited until they were ready to open up about it and explained the origin of their wings was due to experiments.

🍖 Absolutely loves snuggling into the soft feathers and can be found sneaking a few naps in by his partner.