#anyway i imagine he would have made her his navigator! he'd be pretty stupid not to honestly

[mutinouscaptain]

A smirk lingered on his lips before Carina could offer him her reply, for he already predicted her answer. Had anyone else agreed with him so readily, his reaction would have been quite the opposite; a vicious scowl might have stood in place of his current amused expression, or worse, but it was no real secret that Barbossa was fond of his daughter and her cutting words, despite his notoriously ruthless nature and best efforts to hide any weakness. 

Ever since she had first come aboard the Revenge, he had overheard the displeased grumblings of a few of his men from time to time; the most common complaint, naturally, was that there was a woman aboard and in a position of power, as hard-headed, sharp-tongued, and self-assured as the captain himself. Such objections were never spoken to him directly, of course, nor did they surprise him when he learned of their existence. The buccaneers who sailed beneath his colours did so with the intent of becoming wealthy beyond measure, and so he knew that their disdain for a capable female navigator was forever outweighed by their greed. 

Carina’s academic talents and celestial prowess were best suited to life at sea, rather than going to waste in a civilization that would only restrict her. He recalled that the dauntless Pirate King, a former member of polite society's narrow-minded upper crust, had faced her fair share of criticism after she rose to her position, too. Some never warmed to her, but it made her no less prosperous.

He silently regarded his daughter at her position along the starboard gunwale as she spoke, with her attention turned towards the sea.  “ It be in your blood, I fear, ”  he proclaimed in response, with an equal amount of mischief behind his words to match the sly grin that she wore,   “ A family curse. ”  Weathered fingers drummed against the ship's wheel for emphasis before he finally cast his gaze ahead to focus on the darkening horizon.

Perhaps what others had told her as a child was not entirely untrue, Barbossa mused. He was not usually a man who chose to look backward, but how many tales had been told of the Black Pearl when he and his crew had ravaged the Caribbean in their quest to alleviate themselves of their supernatural misery? One of the more famous of them was a description of himself, spread by survivors lucky enough to withstand his violent fury. A man so evil that Hell itself spat him back out. Did that not make him a devil, or something even more vile? 

It would be a lie to say that he disliked how people feared him then ⏤ and how they feared him still. He lifted his chin, as if to convince himself of his pride.

“ I find that it usually be those who speak a great deal but say nothin’ of much import who tend to take issue with wicked-tongued folk like you n’ I. Most men fear what they fail to understand, as I'm sure you’re well aware. Better a devil than a cur. ”

@mutinouscaptain​ said “ are you sayin’ i talk too much? ” from here

CARINA’S FIXATED GAZE on the horizon hardly wavered, blurring the line between sea and sky as a sigh she hadn’t expected to release revealed her inattention. It was true, she hadn’t exactly been listening for the past couple of minutes as the pirate spoke. His words had begun to blur in her ears just as the horizon line had in her sight, occasional words peeked through as occasional waves were protruding through like pesky children. In the past–she could not say ages ago, for ten years was hardly ages to anyone besides her–maybe she would have listened to him eagerly with wide, inquisitive eyes, soaking up every story, every anecdote, every wisecrack, every well or ill-meaning piece of advice. But things change when the mystery father you conjured as a little girl isn’t the esteemed astronomer you expect…and when you’re twenty years old, not ten.

“To be succinct, yes.” Tapping the tips of her fingers together, she leaned over the side, toes rising, peering into the sea. She could very easily get knocked right into the watery depths, Carina certainly knew, and being anyone’s spawn wouldn’t prevent it from happening, “Though, I have been given the same message. The tongue of the devil is what they believed I possessed as a child,” A mischievous grin spread across her face. Something open and true and not as snarky and sharp as she had intended: a butter knife, to be metaphorical. She had spent too much time feeling ostracized, othered, isolated as an academic woman, astronomer, horologist. Wasn’t it worth it to attempt to throw out a line of connection? To not let herself exist as an empty island?

[ridiasfangirlings]

(sarumi pls.) There's no slate and magic in this au. Yata and Fushimi still join Homra and Fushimi still hates it there and doesn't like Mikoto. In one of the fights they got into, they all got separated and Anna was saved by Mikoto which got him badly injured instead. Mikoto sees Fushimi and asked him to escape with Anna. Mikoto could die cause of what's happening and Fushimi thought that if he dies then he'd have less problems but he thought Yata would be sad so he goes back to help anyways.

So imagine Homra's just a regular gang in this AU, they're strong but don't have supernatural powers so they probably end up with more injuries and Mikoto coming in to save the day isn't necessarily a foolproof trump card. Fushimi and Yata are a pair of teenage runaways who end up joining Homra after some of the other gangs in the area try to like extort them for money and Homra comes in to save them. Even though it's dangerous Yata really likes being part of Homra, it feels like he finally has a family and that there are people he can count on. Fushimi of course is less enthused, he feels uncomfortable surrounded by all these rough guys (plus without the extra powers given by the Slate I imagine the gap between Fushimi and the rest of the group physically would be considerably wider, he's not really made to be a fighter and has to rely largely on stealth and his knives). He dislikes Mikoto most of all, hating the way Misaki's always looking at Mikoto and talking about how cool Mikoto is, Fushimi feels like if only Mikoto wasn't around maybe the small world for just the two of them could continue on forever.

One day a rival gang launches this major offensive against Homra, maybe Totsuka and Anna are jumped coming back from shopping one day and Anna gets kidnapped. The whole gang turns out to get her back, Mikoto himself leading the charge and focused entirely on saving Anna. In the ensuing melee everyone gets separated and Fushimi ends up on his own. He's navigating the back streets of Shizume trying to find Misaki when he comes upon Mikoto and Anna, Mikoto pretty badly injured and with some more guys off in the distance chasing after him. Fushimi freezes, not sure what to do, and that's when Mikoto looks up and sees him. Mikoto lets go of Anna's hand, nudging her towards Fushimi. Fushimi stares at him blankly and Mikoto gives this half smile as he tells the two of them to get going, telling Fushimi to get Anna out of here. Fushimi's hands twitch near his knives and he clicks his tongue, grabbing Anna by the wrist and hurrying off with her.

Anna follows him but she's looking back, worriedly saying Mikoto's name. Fushimi mutters that Mikoto will be fine, even though he knows that Mikoto didn't look so good. Anna bites her lip and Fushimi looks away, trying to ignore the part of him that can't help but think that if Mikoto died, maybe Misaki would look only at Fushimi again. It makes him feel like a jerk for even thinking it but then he's also defensive, like everything changed because of Mikoto and anyway that guy told him to go so he's doing it, even Misaki can't argue that Fushimi's doing what he should be. But then he thinks that if Mikoto died, stupid Misaki would probably start crying about it wouldn't he, suddenly finding himself thinking of Yata's crestfallen face and how much losing Mikoto would hurt Yata, to the point that he still might not even notice Fushimi's there by his side. Fushimi swears under his breath and tells Anna she should know where she is by now right, run back to the bar and don't stop. Anna curiously says his name and Fushimi draws some knives as he sighs and says he's going back. Anna nods in understanding and says she'll get Misaki to come help, Fushimi nods and turns and runs back towards Mikoto, this bitter smile on his face like Misaki better appreciate this.