#as long as we're a pirate ship we should act like pirates

[the-badger-mole]

We all have a good laugh, and it's fun to mess with the antis, but I think we need to make a new rule. If you cross post, you lose the right to complain about ship wars. You are the problem, and everyone you try to rage bait has the right to come at you with both barrels. Anyone from your side who comes to your defense can catch all the strays, too. Are we agreed?

I'm gonna do it anyway, but I think we should make this official fandom etiquette. Who's with me?

[writingoddess1125]

A Fluffy little Buggy X Fem-Reader

This popped in my head randomly. Enjoy!

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Theater Brat 🎭

(Y/N) hadn't been on the ship long, Acting as a Quartermaster of sorts, Especially with Nami having abandoned them. She hadn't been apart of the group long, being the freshest face besides Sanji in this whole ordeal. She hadn't exactly been the biggest Fan of Nami, especially after she had betrayed them for Arlong- however she believed in second chances and that people were the way they are due to past events- not that they just so happen to be bad. That and she trusted Luffy- What was more to say?

After a rather long day of helping with the ship and doing inventory (Y/N) set to relax a little- choosing to play a record and draw for a while. Deciding to do a peice of their favorite theater play they had recently seen before setting off with the Strawhats- as she set off to ink her work a loud knock shook her from her peace and the door opened revealing a very irritated Zoro with a bag in his hand.

"(Y/N)! It's your turn to take it-" Zoro grumbled, Tossing the bag onto the desk, ignoring the grunt of pain from the severed Pirate head inside. "Ow! You Broccoli headed bastard!" Buggy yelled from inside the bag, Zoro glaring at the bag before grumbling about some sort of nap or something and marching off. (Y/N) sighed at this, Opening the bag and carefully setting Buggy's head upright. "Ohh~ I get the pretty girl tonight! Watch out Zoro the amount of noise we are gonna make may keep you up all night!" Buggy cackled, (Y/N) simply shaking her head at this and turning back to her drawing. Buggy clearly not liking to be ignored in such a regard.

"Ugh- That damn bag smells! Has no one heard of deodorant? It's like a bunch of teenagers running a ship-" He said sarcastically, his eyes landing on the girl infront of his drawing away. Trying to take a peak at whatever was being drawn.

"Ugh- Did I get the weird one of the group? Not even gonna entertain me? The least you can do is shimmy your ti-"

"I was just finishing up the lines on this is all, Calm down" She said carefully, her words not even laced with a hint of venom as she blew on the ink to dry. Ignoring c

The clear sexual joke he was trying to deliver.

"What are ya drawing? A wanted poster for the tangerine girl?" He questioned and gave a crookeded grin, assuming Nami was a sensitive topic for them. However frown when he didn't get a reaction.

"No a drawing from one of my favorite musicals. I try to do a drawing of each one I see" She admitted, holding up the paper for him to take a peak at and huffed in genuine surprise at seeing someone on THIS ship actually take some form of interest in the performing arts.

"Huh- Never expected anyone here to be into performing arts. You should draw one of my shows next! One of the best you've ever seen!" He bragged, Grinning as he started to talk about his favorites acts in his shows. From his innocent juggling tricks to the gruesome of having a marine try to tightrope over a raging fire. (Y/N) raised a brow at his boasting and patted his head, more out of habit then anything else which surprised Buggy.

"Well if I ever see a show of yours we're people aren't being tortured to death I'll draw it for you. Deal?" Buggy grinned widely at this and nodded excitedly.

"So what- you're a theater kid or something?- not many people know about shows like this"

"Oh yeah. I'm a total theater brat- My mother was a performer and my father was a musician" (Y/N) said with a chuckle. Thinking back to those days, The anxiety that hung in the air before a show, the live music that filled the air and the heartwarming stories that everyone watched.

"Is that the only type of brat you are?~" Buggy teased with a wink, (Y/N) gave his a mock disgusted look and poked his forehead.

"Pervert- Like you're one to talk. I can smell a fellow theater kid from a mile away- Also the grease paint doesn't help"

"Hey! While my shows are top notch I wouldn't compare them to some low brow theater"

"Oh? So you don't watch any plays" She questioned, a knowing smile on her lips as she met his now narrowed gaze. "No..." He muttered, his own tone of voice starting to betray him.

"Damn- well I could have sworn that I heard a certain barrel singing a song from that really sweet Romcom Play Gaizu & Douruzu (Guys and Dolls)-" She said with a bright smile- Buggy's face turning pale and staring at her with a mixture of embrassment and mild anger.

"...Now you are just being cruel-" He deadpanned and (Y/N) couldn't help but let out a cackle.

"That one is an exception!" He shouted making them laugh harder, He puffed his cheeks in a pout. (Y/n) Wiping the tears from her eyes and poking his puffed our cheek.

"Awww, I didn't mean to make you upset Mr. Scary clown- It's a good play!" She protested as he gave her a Mock glare. He stared at her for a second as she straightened herself out, Buggy staring at them for a hard moment.

"Hey W-" Buggy voice was cut off as the intercom system sounded through the ship. "Food is Ready" Sanji voice rang out as (Y/N) got up with a skip in her step. "I'll be right back!" She called out leaving Buggy by himself- He didn't voice it but he had enjoyed (Y/N) company.

When she returned (Y/N) holding a large bowl of seafood risotto. Buggy felt his mouth watering at the sight and his face twisted up- Expecting him to just have to watch them eat like all the other Strawhats. However he was pleasantly surprised when you held out a spoonful to him. His eyes widened at this and he greedily took the bite, Moaning as he savored the taste. (Y/N) taking her own bite with the same spoon before offering him another. He stares at them for a moment-

"..Why are you being nice to me?"

Buggy asked as he accepted at the bite of food. Watching them as they ate a bite of their own and thought for a moment.

"Well I don't see why I need to be mean to you?" She said softly, Making Buggy stare at them a bit confused.

"I'm ... Me? I mean I hurt your friends, Im a Pirate of a rivaling pirate crew! You should hate me?" He said softly, he felt a small peg to his ego but he couldn't help it.

"I guess...but I wasn't there to see all of what you did. I always try to think people deserve a chance even if others think against it. After all, we are a different kind of Pirate-" She said softly, Feeding him another bite of the risotto. His eyes locked onto her, He didn't remeber the last time someone treated him with this level of kindness?... actually thinking he could be something better or giving him the benefit of the doubt.

"Huh- Quite the sappy one" He joked, making (Y/N) also chuckle a bit and shrug once more.

"Well what can I say- Us theater brats gotta stick together"

[fixfoxnox]

Things have been a little hectic (and I'm exhausted) so take a spicy snippet to fill the time! Hopefully its at least somewhat decent lol

Luke's Spicy Snippets (7)

Pairing: Pirate AU! Soap/Roach/Ghost

Tags: Trans! Roach, breeding kink, cross dressing, spitroasting, rough sex, begging, implied revenge fuck (? Kinda), implied kidnapping, implied overstimulation

"Fucking frills," Soap cursed under his breath. His face was a rosy pink color and his breathing was labored. Still, despite his cursing and frustration, he didn't stop moving his hips. He continued to pound into the man in front of him. "Should fucking cut that thing off of you."

His words earned a muffled moan from the man beneath him and a desperate chuckle from the man in front of him. "Now, Soap," Ghost cut off with a brief moan, "If you did that, we wouldn't have anything else to put him in. He'd have to walk around the ship naked."

"That doesn't sound so bad," Soap slapped Roach's thigh, "Keep you wet and ready for us, eh Bug? Would certainly make it easier to keep you, fuck- oh shit, full."

Roach could only answer with a whimper, after all, with the combination of Soap's cock bullying his cunt and Ghost fucking his mouth, he certainly wasn't going to be able to get anything even remotely coherent out.

"Fuck," Ghost tilted his head back as the sensations of Roach's tongue circling his cock and his cheeks hollowing out around him grew to be overwhelming. He allowed himself a few more moments of fucking into Roach's waiting mouth before he pulled back, preventing the arousal building in him from snapping.

A thin line of spit connected Roach's mouth to his cock and the young aristocrat didn't move to break it. His mouth hung open and his eyes were filled with a low haze. Ghost chuckled at the look. "Can't waste a fucking drop," he knelt down in front of the desk that Roach was bent over on, Soap still fucking into him harshly, "No matter how tempting painting your face is."

One of Soap's hands moved around Roach's waist and he began to rub harsh circles onto his clit, pulling desperate whines from Roach's mouth and causing him to start struggling slightly against Soap's hold. Ghost acted quickly, pinning his wrists down to the desk even as he begged, "Please, oh god, God too much! Too much! Fuck I- oh, ah, I can't!"

"You can," Soap taunted. He was getting closer and closer to his breaking point. With his hand abusing Roach's clit, the other man had started to clench around him, his cunt was practically sucking him in and his walls were fluttering tightly around him. The feeling was fucking phenomenal and very quickly pushing him toward his finish. "That's what happens, when silly aristocrats try to trick us." He chuckled to himself.

"I mean," Ghost gave a similar chuckle, "did they really think we wouldn't realize who you were?" He stood up and pressed his hips forward, rutting his hard cock against Roach's cheek, "Fucking pretty little thing like you, you were doomed the second we spotted your ship." He tilted his head back and gave another moan, releasing one of Roach's wrists to grab at his hair. "Fuck, now we're going to keep you."

"You're never- shit, fuck so fucking tight, never going back to those fuckers," He leaned down, pressing his chest flush to Roach's back. The fabric of the dress Roach was wearing rubbed at his nipples, adding to his pleasure. His mouth moved to trace along the exposed skin of Roach's shoulders. "We're keeping you, and to make sure no one will take you, we're going to leave our mark."

"No one will want an aristocrat if they know he's been fucking used." Ghost agreed with a grin, "Oh, you're going to look so- fuck, so fucking pretty with our children."

"Gonna stuff you full," Soap agreed, "Make sure it takes. Keep, ah, ah, oh fuck, keep you bouncing on one of our cocks until you can't take any more." Roach answered their words with a long moan of his own, his cunt clenching around Soap's cock and sending him tumbling forward. "You like that don't you? Like being our fucking cum dump."

"Likes the idea of being our little fucking carrier," Ghost taunted, "He'll let us fuck as many kids into him as we want, so long as he gets to have a cock in him."

The words pulled another moan from Roach and, this time, when his cunt clenched tight around Soap it sent him tumbling over the edge. His hips stuttered as various curses left his mouth, even as he came he continued to fuck into Roach, his cum providing a sweet slide as he fucked it deeper into the whimpering man beneath him.

Finally, after several moments he stopped. He kept his hips pressed flush against Roach's cunt and took several long and deep breaths, his tongue licking over Roach's skin as he did. When he finally pushed himself up, he had a bright grin on his face. "Well Simon, your turn."

He slowly pulled himself out of Roach, his fingers prodding at the whimpering man beneath him, pressing any of his cum that dared to drip out back into him. "Please," Roach whined at the feeling, "please, please let me come!"

Ghost slapped Roach's thigh as he rounded the desk. He was quick to take Soap's place at their shared captain's desk. He pressed his cock against Roach's dripping entrance, rutting at him for a few moments, "Come on now, don't you want to be good for us? Don't you want to be good for your," he slid inside of Roach with one harsh move, pulling a moan from both of them and a chuckle from Soap, "captains?"

He didn't move as Roach squirmed against him, whining and pleading without saying a word. "I don't think we heard an answer, Bug." Soap slipped around to the front of the desk, where Ghost had been previously. He pressed his spent cock against Roach's lips, "Answer, don't you want to be good for your captains?"

"Yes," Roach finally answered, his face a bright red. "Yes, yes! Want you to fuck me full, want you to," he paused for a moment before shyly adding, "want you to breed me! Please!"

Ghost immediately started moving his hips at a hard pace, his hand quickly moving around to begin torturing Roach's clit in the same way that Soap had done. The result was a continuous stream of moans, whimpers, and pants from Roach, his face a rosy red and his eyes completely glazed over as pleasure was wrung from his body. That only changed when Soap grabbed tight to his hair and forced his mouth open so that that could slowly feed his cock into the man's mouth, a moan pulling from his throat.

"Thats it," Ghost leaned down to nip at Roach's earn and whisper to him, "Get Soap nice and ready to fuck you again." His hand on Roach's clit moved away before coming down with a harsh smack, pulling a sob from Roach's throat at the stinging pleasure, "We're not stopping until you're stuffed and dripping. We're not stopping until we know that it takes."

[izzysillyhandsy]

Izzy's Gravy Basket

While discussing Izzy's looming end of season extravaganza (apparently Con's acting is so good we're all gonna lose our minds) on this poll, and maybe in connection with my episode 8 speculations here, @nicelimegreen put the thought of Izzy's own personal gravy basket in my mind - and I love it so much I have to write about it.

While Ed and Stede already let us see into their minds (and it was fascinating!), we haven't had anything like that from Izzy. And true to my firm belief that OMFD is a story about three central fuckups, an Izzy dream scene/hallucination would be absolutely perfect for the season finale to bring everything together.

Also, the unhinged enthusiasm of people who have seen all the episodes, specifically relating to Con's performance in episode 8, leads me to believe that there's something dramatic coming.

And why not Izzy's own purgatory?

I know, this makes it 3 death scenes in one season (plus 2 toe snips, an amputation and possibly torture?) which I would find a bit much even in hurt/no comfort fanfic, but it kinda is that kind of show, isn't it? (and I love it)

The fascinating question is, of course, what would Izzy's purgatory look like? (Please reblog and discuss, I'm going crazy with anticipation in general and about Izzy's conclusion specifically)

Let's look at our blueprint: Ed's gravy basket

Central conflict: self-hatred, fear of being a bad person, lack of self control, unloveable, no one cares if you live or die Location: beach, hut, cliffs Representation of self: Captain Hornigold, retired Pulling him out of it: Mermaid Stede <3 (I messed all of this up. I'll never leave you. You're safe.)

For Izzy, in my opinion, the central conflict is "What am I?" (from initially, "What am I to you?"). His arc this season is becoming a well-rounded person who can stand alone (first step: get a unicorn leg) and isn't (co-)dependent on his captain.

But that might not be all there is. Ed's death was directly connected to his conflict. I can't see how Izzy's death is caused by him becoming a more realized person.

Except... maybe this is a conflict between self-actualization and self-sacrifice. I've said it before, I sense a lot of guilt about something in his (and Ed's) past. Something about others paying the price for your ambitions (Letting someone die or driving them to suicide? Killing someone you love?).

Izzy spent a lifetime in the shadow of another man, propping him up (as best he could). Maybe there's a reason for this level of self-abandonment?

The location could be many places really - we know nothing of Izzy's past. It has to be quiet and introspective though, so I suggest a lake in some lonely place (Edward Teach born on a beach, Israel Hands born in the Midlands). Or a ship - because, at his core, Izzy is first and foremost a sailor.

Much more interesting is the person who'll be there with him. Keeping in line with our blueprint, it could be someone from Izzy's past.

For Ed, it was his feared captain who traumatized him deeply but also influenced large parts of his outwards persona, his conception of piracy and appropriate pirate behaviour. These are parts Ed hates about himself and that make him unhappy, and it ties in with his central conflict of course.

But for Izzy it could be the exact opposite. If it truly is a person from Izzy's past, it's very difficult to speculate who (that's why we need a scene like this - we know nothing about the fucker!).

I all comes down to how Izzy sees himself. Contrary to Ed, I don't think Izzy's conflict is self-hatred, so the person representing his self won't be someone Izzy hates.

I also don't see someone threatening - it is more likely someone in need of guidance, someone vulnerable and "weak". Maybe someone who wasn't strong and able enough to do their fucking job (and Izzy should have done it for him, then).

So who could that person be? It could be someone who was dependent on Izzy a long time ago, maybe someone he let down because he didn't protect/guide them properly. The person could be connected to the spade (traitor's?) tattoo or the ring on his cravat. It could also be a young Ed, who Izzy tried to take under his wing (for the record, I do firmly believe that Izzy taught Ed quite a few things, maybe not all he knows though).

He could also be alone 😢

I don't think Izzy wants to die like Ed did (he's doing quite well right now), but we've got 3 episodes left - who knows what'll happen. The guilt could play into it, or a feeling of this is how it was supposed to happen, I've paid my debts.

In any case, right at the end, someone will come and pull him out.

In spite of the crew being Izzy's love now, they've already saved him in Ep4. I think this time it should be Ed who comes for Izzy. I can also see Ed and Stede both being explicitly needed (Izzy has two hands).

I think there's a possibility Izzy won't drown though - maybe he'll burn in a wood/house/ship fire. A self-imposed fiery death in hell seems fitting with the guilt-theme somehow. But that's just me probably. Water works perfectly well too.

For the rescue, I am struggling to come up with something even half as perfect as a mermaid, I mean Ed and Stede can always ride in on a unicorn (bit of a double meaning there, but whatever), but that doesn't feel quite right - maybe Ed with a shark's tail? Someone else will have a brilliant idea I hope!

Going with Izzy's assumed conflict of self-actualization vs. self-sacrifice (and protection of others), the thing he needs to hear to bring him back would be something like "it wasn't your fault", "be happy" and "I/we want you in our lives but be your own person" (just a little more poetic maybe).

Conclusion: Izzy's purgatory will tell us something (harrowing I'm sure) about his past. Con's acting will be off the charts. We will want to thank him face-to-face (I've wanted to do that from the start, so...)

But Ed or Ed and Stede both will bring Izzy back - he'll thank them in his usual charming way and they'll live happily ever after <3.

Hope this wasn't too scrambled! Thoughts?

[tinkertoysdamn]

Despite All Your Losing Addendum

Since there were questions about how the timeline might be altered

aka How Thor's "Happy Ending" led to a Happy Ending

slightly NSFW

The prayer stretched across the universe and performed a minor miracle. After Thanos used the Space Stone to send his fleet across the universe, the aftermath of Thano's battle with Thor and the Hulk caught up with him.

Thanos: There are more Stones to collect, I must be at my peak if others try to resist me. I shall rest.

So, he took a villain nap. That gave the Guardians time to get to Knowhere first.

Peter: Give us the Reality Stone now.

Collector: And why should I give it to you?

Gamora: Thanos is coming. He will kill you slowly while breaking your collection one by one in front of you until he gets what he wants.

Peter: We'll give it back once he's dead.

Collector: Paper or plastic?

Thor, Rocket and Groot forged the Stormbreaker and Thor got to be impressive and restart the forge and all that good stuff.

Thanos arrived at Knowhere, ignorant that he was too late.

Thanos: Where is the--

Collector: The Stone is gone, your daughter has it.

Thanos: That's....inconvenient. I don't know where she is so I can't use the Space Stone; I'll have to adjust my plans. If I obtain the Mind Stone then I can exert my will and force the other holders of the Infinity Stones to give them to me. Yes, this will do.

Collector: Plot outside of my museum or buy a ticket.

Meanwhile, Nebula tricked a guard and escaped to Titan.

Double meanwhile, on Titan Dr. Strange used the Time Stone to see into the future while Tony Stark and Peter Parker wait.

Tony: What did you see, Strange?

Dr. Strange: Hmmm, oh everything's fine. We just need to sit tight and wait for a ride.

PP: Really? Can it be that easy?

Dr. Strange: In this universe.

PP: Yes, the Parker luck has been defeated.

Triple Meanwhile, on Earth, Wakanda and Team Cap prepared for their last stand. Events played out like the movie, the Children of Thanos fell, and there were lots of "wow, my favorite hero has done a cool thing" moments. Then, Thanos himself arrived to claim his long awaited victory.

However, in this universe he possessed only two of the Infinity Stones. He still wiped the floor with the Avengers but Wanda, in an act of profound sacrifice and love, destroyed the Mind Stone and with it, Vision. Thanos, thwarted, reached out to crush the skull of the Witch who has destroyed his dream when the Mighty Thor, Stormbreaker in hand, attacked.

In this universe, he did not miss, and thus rendered the Mad Titan's head from his body. It was over.

Steve called Tony with the news: Thanos is dead, we've won.

Tony, having hooked up his communicator to the ship Nebula stole received the message.

Tony: Thank god.

Steve: We lost Vision.

Tony: Look, I can help fix him when I get back, we're currently in space but we're hitching a ride with Blue Meanie.

Nebula: Call me Blue Meanie again and I'm leaving you here.

Tony: Fair enough.

On Earth.

Thor: Captain, call me when we have a victory party, I've got some post battle energy to work off.

Steve: Okay....

Thor: Where's the Rabbit and Tree?

Thor grabbed Rocket and Groot and Bifrosted them all straight onto the Benatar.

Peter: AH! What the hell was that? You could have wrecked the ship, what is wrong with you?

Thor wasn't listening and he casually threw Peter over his shoulder.

Thor: Off to claim my prize, we'll be back in a few hours.

Gamora: Not without me you're not.

Thor: Wouldn't dream of it.

They all ran off to Peter's room, Peter cursing them out the entire time.

Rocket: What the flark was that?

Drax: A god like Thor must be full of hormones after a battle. He is off to have his way with Quill.

Rocket: I did not need to hear that!

Drax: Mantis, I know it must distress you that your brother and the Pirate Angel--

Rocket: Wait, brother?

Groot: I am Groot?

Mantis placed her hands on Rocket's and Groot's foreheads.

Mantis: Forget.

They forgot what they heard instantly. Then, for good measure, Mantis touched Drax's arm.

Mantis: Give me your Zarg nuts.

Drax handed her his package without a second thought.

Mantis sat by a window, looking out into the vast inky black of space while enjoying her Zarg nuts. The crunch helped block out the noise of her brother loudly enjoying himself.

[devils-pirate-crew]

Dawson, PLEASE explain to your crewmates that Arber and Juraj weren't trying to kidnap you. You don't need to tell them anything about any spirits, just say they were helping you and it's all a big misunderstanding before someone else gets hurt

Dawson glances between Arber and Miles, who are bickering loudly, then temporarily swallows his fear and clears his throat.

"Um, guys?" he mumbles, waving to try to get their attention. "Can you not - um, try to kill each other for a few seconds? This is one giant misunderstanding, I swear!"

"I'm glad we all agree," Smith chimes in.

Dawson sighs very sharply at him, Arber and Juraj sporting twin grimaces of exasperation. "Look, um, Woody, Smitty, I really appreciate that you guys want to keep me safe, but Arber and Juraj were only trying to be nice... Um, I, uh, accidentally fell down a hill, and they helped me out a little bit," he explains, gesturing to the bandages wrapped around his left side. "Can we please not keep trying to kill each other over this?"

Juraj looks down to the body in his arms, trying to choose his words to fit the situation. "...I think that was an option exactly one gunshot ago."

"There aren't any hills in the Cove," Brendan mumbles.

"You mean - " Woody hiccups, shaking his head. "How are you friends with them? Are you leaving us?" His dagger shakes visibly in the moonlight as he swings it to point to Dawson again. "You're leaving us, aren't you? Just like everyone else! Just like every-fucking-one else..."

"Holy shit," Dawson cards his fingers through his hair. In the darkness, Miles's features remind him of another man who'd held him at swordpoint, years ago. He swallows it down again. "I'm not - I'm not Marino, okay? I'm not going to run away at the first possible opportunity."

Miles coughs up a sarcastic laugh at that. "We saved you, Mercer. Whose arms carried you home? Who took the night watch to keep an eye on you when you were crying about how the angels were asking you to join them? Who kept you safe?"

"You're acting like - " The pilot's mate exhales sharply. "Like I can't even talk to anyone who isn't on our goddamn ship!"

Arber exchanges a look with Dawson that roughly reads This idiot doesn't know the half of what actually happened. "We're not going to take him away," he reassures, before his tone turns acidic. "Unlike what you just did to Joonas," Arber gestures backwards to Juraj and Santé's dead crewmate. "I should kill you to make it even!"

"Fucking try it!" Woody roars back, brandishing his dagger clumsily. "I'll fucking put a hole through all of you!"

The gunshot wound on Arber's cheek almost seems to be emanating pinkish tendrils of energy that drift backwards with the wind and wisp away behind his ear - or maybe it's just the light playing tricks on Dawson. "You fucking wish, you piece of shit! When I'm done with you, they're gonna have to scrape you off the docks!"

"Can we all agree this was just an unfortunate accident?" Smith asks, sheepish. "No harm, no foul?" The chorus of "No!"s from everyone else silences him.

Arber lunges forward to lock his blade with Miles's, both pirates spewing obscenities at each other. Dawson looks around at the town, but it seems the residents in the area want nothing to do with this, having retreated into their houses and turned off the lights long ago. The only source of relief would be from The Electric Eel, where the party is still in full swing... but it's so far up the road...

Fuck.

[the-firebird69]

A lot of people especially women are very mad that you guys have won everything and you haven't even started you haven't even gotten a ship key of a small ship that's on the f most of them are very pissed off at your stupid God damn attitude and he making my husband angry and what he says is you got to stop pushing me and they do and then they start and what they're saying is these people are going to sit here and bother him because we're pushing him and they get mad at him and they don't do anything and say it's his people and they don't think they're doing anything so they saw that cycle the other day. They start to ease off it and they found Tommy F have them do it in order for them to have this stupid baby child look attitude but they don't have something else he's a killer and he wants them all day and other people so it's time to figure out his s*** cuz he's a huge a****** and he put it out there this guy's after his own people and they can't tell and pretty soon it's on the F won't be dead and he's a maniac there's a few of them around here but it came from other stuff these people were almost into themselves and the record themselves but my husband was kind of right they're getting help from the max and Max did that too tell me if and he doesn't take much of it it's kind of an idiot.

-the kraken went North and devastated what was left of your Midwest area s. The troop pulled out stuff and kept pulling out all night long he went very aggressively at it. huge amounts of things and they piled them up in the ship that came and took its away

-the kraken did other jobs swell up there and a lot of things out of the ground too but while it was up there it was getting rid of you because you're paying for the asses you tried attacking them to wipe you out if you gather around to watch or to look at it it would kill you and it was killing people trying to harm me of course from a distance these things are deadly as hell.

-there's several other things that went on up there and we move the wall it took another 50 MI instead to 200x100 roughly and we grabbed stashes and caches of weapons there was a lot of it and the code is more like 150 by 80 it took weapons from the whole place and specific weapons not very happy with what we found, it was a lot of machinery and it was standard size you're going to try and invade us and take over the middle area and it's you corky and Trump to haul us in. And acting like pirates and all that and you're going to act like military and a handle on of course but boy we're going to call you in here we're going to bring you in and question you and all that stupid s*** your idiots are planning to do but you know you don't plan to do that to us okay I mean hey a lot of stupid s*** to say

-we took a lot of their advice they said you should just get rid of us if you have us and we got rid of them up there and getting rid of you down there in the islands as much as possible it was personally due to the advice. Now this morning we started taking you apart here we noticed something you're a vulgar pile of s*** and you need to go that's what he's been saying it's absolutely true

We're getting what we needed up there and then we're taking you apart and then start taking over States and it's going well fairly soon you'll notice that you're hardly up there I'm just not true yet tons of you evacuated but not that many and we have defenses for the Midwest I'm going to push you out tonight and he says we should spend all day prepping and bolster the walls especially the North and now I hear something he seems to turn around and send everything you got and he's right so go ahead and we're going to do that we found other stuff other than hardware a lot of breaching stuff it's located along the wall and we understand that. So we're going to go ahead and prep like he said and we do understand others would join in, and we get that it will push Tommy F to launch cuz they're getting ready to do all this and we hear our people they want to have some out beforehand and we show them we have some and they don't like it and their son and daughter were asking about it too and we decided to do that and to get some out so asking how to do it I said we'll just get some of the shifts out and he says it doesn't look like it's going to be on time I was saying it's not really I will explain to her people what it is and they said okay and we do have a lot of false flag we understand when we fighting over the Midwest and we have some safeties but probably 100x100 miles it's going to be tonight and other middle areas are ready and to be closed out and if a few cities in them but we have to get ready and close to the defenses also going to find a way to shut people up here there's a lot of you need to say dumb things

Thor Freya

I said the entire top part and here it is he's going cuz they're slightly different stuff to the house I have other things to talk about we had a great night and we went through a lot of idiots and put a lot of helpful stuff out equipment we could use and in the upper Midwest and on it is their stuff so it's going to be more fun.

-there's several other things going on and I will talk to them it is that we have a huge conspiracy of people here want to be assholes and I want some ripped out and others do too so we put together a way to do it and we begin last night

-it's very frustrating here so I took it in my part to try and get him some stuff that's part of the technique if you're blocking it you're dead and we are killing a lot of you he'll block you and pretty soon you'll be gone that's what they said to you they're not going to last at this rate it's good

-we pulled out a lot of ordinance huge piles of it and ammo and we check it and we stock it now we're using it on you and yours in the upper Midwest and places like that and other and it's really something we do quite a bit of to use your elbow up and teach you how to be

-we have a huge list of things to do here and we haven't really even touched it so here's a list out and I said I have to pick some stuff to do and they're going around doing it and they know why vital and got a sweat it's like half the pile I said you have to do something for us if you take all that he said don't worry I will it's got latitos everywhere and needs to do it.

-a couple more things there are too many people here bothering my husband's you're on top of them all the time and we are taking you down because of it you say things way too much in the wrong things and you say the wrong things to him and you're morons and annihilating you for it. comes time to say it too that you bja are all done

-we're going in there going to rip you apart so sick of listening to you idiots

Hera

It's time now that we start up several programs and right here and they're new. We need to move on it today and we're having meetings but I don't have an action group in here now and I'm certain projects we need to start right now

Thor Freya

Olympus

[the-letter-horror-lover]

KENN

Chapter 4: A "Ship"wreck Pt. 1

Notes:

Ugh forgive me, my tablet could only take so much data, and unfortunately the word limit on my tablet is about 8,550 words...LOL. So this will be part 1 of Undertaker's death, and part 2 should either be some time tonight or tomorrow :) Hopefully another 8550 words will be what it takes to finish it XD

There will be another author's note at the bottom, so stay tuned~!

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

With a deep inhale, Undertaker leaned forward to look over the calm, greenish-blue seas his ship sailed through. He sighed in contentment, eyes closing as the sea air stirred his long, silver locks that had earned him the reputation of the notorious 'Silver Pirate'. And his reputation as a merciless brute who wouldn't hesitate to cut the throats of a thousand men had also gained him the name of 'The Undertaker', a man that had undertaken many souls to the afterlife without a second thought.

The over-sized, feathered hat upon his head threatened to fly away with a sudden gust of wind that filled the brand new sails above of his precious jewel of a ship, and he pulled from the edge and gripped it in one hand.

"Oh no you don't, hehe. Sometimes I wonder about you, silly hat!" he chastised the piece of clothing, grinning as he looked up only to see the brim.

"C-Captian, am I...interrupting something?"

Turning his attention from his hat to his quarter master: a fairly burly fellow missing a few teeth and fingers. Due to the ring in his nose, the thick, scruffy beard, and the arm pit hair was nearly as long as the thick mane atop his head, Undertaker had 'respectfully' dubbed him 'Ox', a furry, fat, stubborn creature that looked like something to be reckoned with but could easily be put down should things become unfavorable. Afterall, Ox was more fat than he was muscle, more like a roly-poly than an ox...if roly-pollies had that much hair...

Undertaker laughed, grinning from ear to ear as he tilted his head and caused the several earrings that dangled from his lobes to clink together. "Of course not, what is it, Oxie?"

"It's Hubert, with respect sir," he grumbled, pouting as he sulked.

"Ewwbert? What a terrible name. I much prefer your name as Ox! We had this discussion yesterday! Only last time you told me your name was Rubert! Make up your mind already. Is it Rubert or Ewwbert?"

"Neither," he muttered before rolling his eyes and shaking off the Undertaker's childish name games. "Cap' we're nearing port. Crews wants ta know if we be stoppin for the drink and the women."

"Ah, what do you think, Ox?" Undertaker laughed, raising an eyebrow as his bangs shifted at the tilt of his head again.

Ox's eyebrows furrowed in thought (not that he was the brightest of men either), and he chewed on the dip in his mouth. "Um, we're stoppin' a' the port, Cap...?"

"There you are, Oxie. Now, up to it. Pick up the pace! There are women waiting for a little bodacious pirate love~!" he chortled, walking past Ox with a pat to the shoulder and walking across the slippery deck to the large doors that lead inside the ship. Perhaps a nap was in order on the way into port...Yes. A nap sounded delightful...

Xxx

Stepping down the long plank onto the busy docks of the port where they had anchored ship, green eyes scanned the voluptuous clash of culture and soceity where the countries of the north and the west collided in a fierce battle filled with vast colors and music and food of every kind. Naturally, the salty tang of sea and fish still hung about like a heavy cloud, but it could not smother the flavors of several cultures that acted like the sweet sugar in an otherwise bland tea.

His knee-high boots thudded against the wooden dock as he entered the colorful arena of culture, several booths filled with people laughing and gambling and drinking away their worries. Now this was something he could never tire from--the women, the liquor, the laughter.

Undertaker smiled at the attention he almost instantaneously received from the eyes of those nearby; his famous reputation was known to many. It was hard to hide it with his brilliant silver hair and pompous attire that screamed for the attention he strived for and basked in when he received it. His hand rested on the sword that hung from his belt and bounced against his knee with every confident stride. Wanted in almost every major, European country, a bounty that could buy England itself or earn one the title of Sultan had been placed upon his head, but there were few who dared to try and claim that reward. His title as a ruthless murderer was well-known across the seas, and those that dare utter his name said it in a low whisper behind closed doors.

While he smiled, Undertaker marched down to an open tent over the water and supported by wooden planks beneath it only feet from the water's surface. As tall as he was, Undertaker was forced to duck beneath the wooden bar on the way in, and when he stood up fully again, the bar's laughter died down enough that the Undertaker could hear the mouse nibbling on the stale cornbread in the corner. "Now, now, don't stop the party on my account~!" he cooed, chuckling as he waved his hand and started toward a table where he sat on a rather comfy wooden chair and gestured for someone to bring him a drink from the barrels on the counter. "Would someone be a dear and bring the ol' Undataka something to wet his whistle?"

Setting both feet on the table, he relaxed and watched as a rather handsome young woman dressed in a blue and silver kimono. Oh, how he did love the foreign, dark-skinned women that were so rare in these seas as they belonged on the other side of the world. As she poured the amber liquid into a wooden mug before walking toward the pirate, Undertaker hummed to himself, winking at another young lady nearby when they met eye-to-eye. The blonde he caught sight of blushed, tucking a loose strand of her golden hair behind her ear and looking away.

"Thank you, m'dear," Undertaker crooned, managing a polite smile as he took the drink and the crowd began to stir back to life again.

"You are most welcome, Undertaker," she said with a graceful bow lasting no longer than a few moments.

"Oh, so my reputation proceeds me, eh?" Undertaker smirked, closing his eyes as he let the amber liquid slide down his throat with a delightful burn.

"Your reputation is legend, Undertaker-sama. There are not many that know not of that name," explained the Japanese woman with the twitch of a frown.

The Undertaker could only laugh as he set his drink down near his feet and wiggle his eyebrows toward another woman who had caught his green gaze. "True, true, never truer."

"Undertaker-sama, why have you come?"

"Just for some fun, of course~! Although being on the sea is fun and all, it can be a little boring when I have no one to share my love with!" he explained before turning his attention to the blonde from earlier who was approaching rather timidly. "Now, don't be shy, lovely. I don't bite...too much."

Giggling, she sat beside the Undertaker and rested her cheek upon her propped up palm. "Wow, I've never seen someone like you before."

"I do hope that is a good thing," he chuckled, lowering his feet to the ground and turning his back to the olive-skinned foreigner.

The blonde blushed, twirling a strand of her golden hair as a few more lovely ladies began to crowd around him. It was as if he were a magnet, attracting women from every corner of the town that had heard the legendary Undertaker was sitting at the local pub.

"Is it true you've sailed the seas from England to the world's end?"

"Your hair is so beautiful! How did it come to be such a beautiful color?"

"Do you already have a woman back home?"

Questions came from left and right until the Undertaker raised both hands, losing all interest in his drink as he stood with a laugh. "Ladies, ladies, this is no place to ask such questions," he said, earning the disappointed moans and sighs from the women crowding him. He then smirked, shrugging as he spread his arms out and pulled a girl close to either side of him. "Ask me when I take you back to my ship."

"Your ship?!" they squealed in delight, most blushing and crowding even closer with their eyes wide in amazement.

"Yes. It's a lovely thing, my Silver Coffin," he chuckled, leading them out the door and onto the docks. His hands slid down either side of the women in his arms, long fingernails drumming on their soft tummies in a silent promise of what he had in store for them later on. "Who wants to experience it first hand?"

"Me!"

"No me!"

"I saw him first!"

"Ladies," he consoled, laughing as his magnificent ship came into sight, towering over them as the large, silver sails lay flacant in the still night. "I can spare time for each and every one of you."

The thought of having all of these women gathered around him made him shiver in delight, hoping to get to his quarters before they either noticed the condition he was getting himself into or before their men noticed he'd stolen them away for the night. However, what he did not count on was the rough hand that grabbed his hair, tugging him back before pushing him into one of the small, wooden boats nearby. The women he had been escorting screamed as a flash of a silver blade came down toward his head with no restraint. It was met by the clang of Undertaker's sword as he blocked the long blade of a katana, and he grit his teeth as he tried to fight the downward force of the blow--gravity not on his side.

Kicking out, he managed to hook the toe of his boot on the attacker's hands and disarm them as the katana harmlessly fell in the boat beside him. The moment the weapon fell, he reached forward, grabbing a hand as he tried to stab forward. His attacker managed to twist away from his sword, ripping away from his hand and attempting to run.

Undertaker grit his teeth, jumping out of the little boat and ignoring the cries of the women as he ran through them after the blur of blue and silver that was running from him. Where had he seen it before? He could hardly care less; anyone that dared to attack the great Silver Pirate wouldn't live to see tomorrow.

As he started to catch up with his attacker, it spun around, several shrunkens spinning through the air toward his head and one managing to catch his shoulder. Ignoring the slight pain, he swung his sword once in range and only managed to clip part of the thick outfit the attacker wore. It flew in his eyes, and when he managed to shake it away, the attacker had managed to disappear into the sea of humanity.

Cursing, he glared in an attempt to pick out the blue and silver attacker, but it seemed as if they had made off like a ghost. "Dammit!" He sheathed his sword. "Curse world's end!"

At that exact moment, he felt a piercing pain in his back from his right shoulder to his left hip, causing him to cry out in surprise and stumble forward, redrawing his sword in defense. The two swords met again with a clash of silver, Undertaker's hair falling in his face as his hat tumbled from his head and rolled down the dock. He could finally make out the face of the Japanese woman he had met in the pub, and he could only smirk ruefully. If only such a pretty face had rather joined him back to his ship instead of attacking him. He would have enjoyed her 'company' greatly.

Nevertheless, he did not hesitate to meet his boot with her stomac, forcing her backward but not without the blade skimming down his leg and tearing the fabric of his pants. She stumbled backward, falling back off the docks and into the dark waters of the night. Undertaker stood at the edge with sword in hand, waiting for the dark head of hair to finally resurface.

When the woman finally came back up, spitting up water and grabbing ahold of the wooden dock in an attempt to get back up, the long end of a blade tapped her chin. "Pity. You are such a pretty thing. Such a shame to put it to waste..."

Spitting out a moutful of water, she snarled and her eyes narrowed into daggers. "Get it over with already."

In consideration, a pensive frown dotted his lips as he tapped her cheek with his sword before withdrawing and scheathing it back into his belt. "I think I have a much better plan for you."

Fisting her hand, she swung and punched him directly in the face, using this as a distraction to swim away. "I'd rather die than be your sex toy!" she screamed, trying to paddle away as fast as she could in her heavy garments.

The Undertaker growled, jumping into the water after her and swimming toward the woman. When she turned with the intention of swinging her sword, he grabbed her wrist, using his free hand to yank it from her firm grip. Once disarmed, he threw her over his shoulder, swimming back to the docks with great difficulty as his attacker wouldn't stop screaming and kicking and hitting. It caused quite the scene.

He threw her back onto the wooden platform before crawling up and pinning her down to keep her from going after her sword that he had slipped into his belt. She screamed, arching and trying to wiggle her way out from under him like a slippery eel. However, his grip was too tight, and he simply raised a hand and brought it across his cheek. "Shut up, bitch!"

The woman huffed, settling like the blossoming red on her dark skin. Her eyes were still screaming bloody murder, and she grit her teeth in disgust at her captor. Nevertheless, she fell silent, huffing as she stilled after one more twitch of her defiant body.

"There we are. That wasn't too hard, no?" he chuckled, his frown breaking into a grin. He stood, pulling her to her feet and pinning her against his chest. They stood face to face, and when his free hand brushed her cheek gently, she recoiled before managing to lock it firmly between her teeth. "OW! YOU COCKCHAFER!"

Undertaker yowled, pulling his bitten finger out of her mouth and pulling her head backwards by her long, ebony hair. "Do that again, and I swear not another man shall ever desire you again."

She bared her teeth with a hiss, eyes narrowing even more as she glared at him in a forced silence.

"Now, let's get you somewhere you won't be bringing me any trouble," he said with a nod, spinning her yet keeping ahold of both her hands and her hair as he lead him past the remaining women toward his ship. "Sorry ladies, maybe another time?"

The women sighed, sulking as they walked off. Undertaker mentally cursed the girl in his arms, and if he wasn't getting laid tonight, he would make her pay for it dearly. "See, sweet? You've cost me something I haven't had in quite a while. Maybe you could make it up to me?"

"I'd rather cut off your dick."

"Ouch. Why such the cruelty?" he laughed, no longer affected by her harsh words as he walked her up to the deck and toward his cabin.

Heart racing, she tried to squim from his grasp, picking up one foot and bringing it down on his boot. She wouldn't let this happen. This pirate wouldn't dare touch her in that way!

Growling, Undertaker ignored it as he shoved her through the door and pushed her off and onto the bed. Quickly, he closed the door as she ran toward the desk and grabbed a letter-opener. She raced toward him, raising her hand to strike as he turned around and forced her down back onto the bed in the struggle for the sharp object. Once it was thrown aside on the wall, the pirate struggled to get the Japanese woman under control as he reached for his belt and discarded both swords before trying to bind her arms together with the thin run of leather but failing before it could be carried out.

Bucking her hips upward, she knocked him off balance and brought her legs up to wrap around his throat tightly. However, the pirate had tucked his chin downward, denying her access to his artery as he brought his fist up and then back down. It struck her temple, causing her to cry out in pain as it left a nasty cut from his ring. Blood streaked down her dark skin, and she tried to tighten her grip as she managed to get an arm free and try to defend herself.

Undertaker was too busy attempting to slide his fingers beneath her legs that were starting to sink in, and the woman used her free hand to grab the nearby jewelry box of sorts and hit him in the head with it. The impact was hard enough to stun him as he held his head and let her go, and she slipped out quickly and made a mad dash for the door.

Without a moment wasted, Undertaker recovered and ran after her, leaping from the bed as he hugged her waist and pulled her away from the door. Her hands flew to the arms around her as her legs kicked out and tried to wrap around the nearby dresser. It wasn't sturdy enough however, and it quickly fell off and knocked many of the pirate's valuable onto the wooden floor.

Lifting her, the Undertaker slammed her down onto the bed face down and pressed a hand onto the back of her neck and a knee to the bottom of her spine. His other hand had her wrists now, pinning her to leave her vulnerable to anything he wished to do to her now.

Although she didn't stop squirming, she could already feel the tug of exhaustion from her fight that was sapping her of her strength faster than snow melts in summer. She cried out as the belt finally tied her arms together and as the Undertaker spun her around and looped her hands around the bars of his headboard. The woman tried to free her hands and her legs managed to press against his chest as he crawled over her. With every ounce of strength, she pushed him off and tried to yank her hands free but to no avail.

The Undertaker fell off the bed from the push, but he was quickly back up again and smiled at the struggle there on his mattress. He knew that as tight as he made the belt that she would not be escaping from it any time soon.

With a smug expression, he took in a deep breath to calm his adrenaline before heading to his desk and pulling out a bottle of rum. A drink was well deserved by this point. And he had to admit, this was much more fun than simply leading a woman to his ship. Oh yes, most definately.

"You know," he began with a small chuckle, hearing the frustrated sounds falling from her lips nearby. "I never got your name."

There was, as expected, no answer to his statement as the woman was too focused on escaping. With his back turned, the woman settled and tried to think her way out. Her wrists were no longer slippery from the water they had both been soaked in. So why not rewet them?

Pressing her tongue against the roof of her mouth, the woman tried to create as much saliva as possible before spitting onto her wrists, now trying to yank them from her restraints. It was as if a hall of trumpets went off when she was free; however, she knew that she couldn't just bolt toward the door again. Gently, she slipped her wrists beneath the belt to look like she was still tied as she began to formulate a plan.

The door was locked as far as she knew, and a key was needed. So where was the key?

A shine of brass caught her eye as she looked toward the desk. There it was, beside a lit candle in plain sight. Yet, the Undertaker was sitting at his desk. She'd have to find a way to get him away from the desk if she wished to escape.

Deciding that small talk would be needed to draw him away and attack him when he was not expecting it, she took in a deep breath and spoke. "Emma."

"Emma? Is that not an English name?" he asked, lifting his head as he stood with his bottle in hand and took a swig.

"My mother was English. My father was a slave from Japan. She was his mistress to serve, and when the master found out that she had cheated, I was sent away to become a slave myself and mother was executed for sodomy and adultry."

"Oh, you poor thing," he said, frowning as he sat beside her. Yes, that was it. Just a little closer...

"Don't pity me. I do not care. I escaped on my own and came here. So what?" she snapped, hoping that a negative comment may provoke him to come closer.

"Don't be hostile to someone who spared your life," admonished the pirate as he set his glass aside.

"I hardly call rape 'sparing'," she muttered, that key looking oh so tempting.

With a pout, the Undertaker cupped her cheek and ran a thumb across the bony lining. "I'm simply a lover of beautiful women. It's your sin to look so tempting."

"It's your fault there's a bounty on that mane of yours."

"They want my hair? If that was the problem all along, I should have just cut my hair off a long time ago," he laughed, chorlting in his mirth as he stood and walked away from her.

Dammit! She missed her chance. Maybe a new approach was needed.

"I wouldn't get rid of that hair," she said softly, boiling inside. "It is much too beautiful."

"Beautiful?" What game was she playing? The Undertaker kept his smile; although, inside he bristled and remained conscious of every movement. "Why thank you! I knew it was attractive, but I didn't know people would pay to have it!"

"I would," was the forced words from the woman's mouth as she attempted a small smile.

It was a nice smile, the Undertaker had to admit, but he wasn't one to fall for simple looks. As he trailed up and down her body, he only smirked at the thought she could fool him into thinking that her hands were still bound.

"Would you now? If that is the case, then if I let you go, would you willingly give yourself to me?"

She nearly choked, trying to keep herself from throwing up the bile that rose up her elegant neck and made her sick inside. "Y-....Yes...I just dislike being manhandled..."

"I see. Then, you should know I dislike being deceived," he pointed out, a grin reaching from ear to ear as he undid his coat and then slid the tattered ascot from around his neck.

"Deceived? What do you mean?" She swallowed, sweat beginning to form on her brow as she realized how close he was getting with the possibility of knowing that her hands were free. Had she made her move too late?

"You think that I don't know you aren't tied to that headboard? I am no fool."

The woman bolted out of bed after the key, managing to grab ahold of it the same moment the pirate grabbed her. She screamed out, but no one would come to her rescue as he pinned her again and took her only way out.

"You sneaky little bitch. Did you really think you could run?" he snapped as his fist collided with her eyesocket.

Managing to free her hand, it immediately flew to her eye as she sobbed uncontrollably. There was no running now. She was going to be raped by this pirate in this rustic old ship where he could easily kill her and get away with it afterward.

Although he did love it when they fought, Undertaker softened at the tears. God dammit! He hated it when women cried. Think of it as his kyrptonite.

"Um...Miss...don't cry..." he whispered, letting her go as his hand gently patted the top of her head. "Um...Miss...um..."

The woman only continued to cry as he realized the blood he had spilled in their fight. Undertaker rose from her and took of his shirt, wadding it up and trying to guide her hand from her eye to see the damage. "Let me see it, m'dear."

She sniffled, giving up as she allowed him access to the bloody and bruised eye. It wasn't too serious, but it was sure to leave a mark and a black eye afterward. He cringed inwardly as he dabbed at the wound with his shirt. "I apologize, dear. I didn't mean to get so rough."

Sobbing angry tears, she punched him in the mouth, barely missing the intended target that was his nose. "You damn, filthy pirate!"

Losing his gentle nature, he grabbed her hands and hauled her to her feet and grit his teeth. "Let's see what you think in the brig!"

Dragging her toward the door, unlocking it, and forcing her down the several levels of the ship, he thrust her forward into one of the many cages in the brig at the very bottom of the ship. It smelled of rotting, moldy food and mildew and sea and fish and everything else disgusting in the world. She landed in a puddle, staining her blue kimono as she fell with a sob and cradled her head in fright.The woman had long lost her firery attitude, that personality doused by the coldness of the pirate's heart.

Although his heart was indeed ruthless and frigid, it wasn't frozen. He softened at her tears again for a moment before he shook his head and slammed the door, locking the door and walking off. He'd deal with the bitch tomorrow.

Xxx

Mai sniffled, curled up in a corner as she wiped away tears and snot on her blue sleeve. Her black hair was plastered to her forehead, still slightly damp from last night. She squinted as the door of the brig poured a blinding light and filled her ears with a dreadful creaking sound as it opened.

"Good morning. Had plenty of time to reflect on your actions, no?" Undertaker chuckled as he brought a bowl of various fish pieces, some burnt and other left uncooked. "I brought you breakfast~!"

Scrambling to her feet, Mai reached her hands out through the bars toward the bowl and took it without flinching. As she ate, the pirate laughed. "You know, for such a pretty woman, I thought you'd have a more...refined taste."

"No one ever said you were a good judge of character," she murmured, stuffing her face with fish.

"Ah, but I'm a better judge of character than you think. Perhaps it is because you have said so little to me that I have had not the time to judge you properly."

"So, I'm talking, judge me if you dare."

Undertaker smirked, adjusting the hat he had retrieved from the docks after putting Mai in the brig. "I see a lonely girl who's known nothing but running all her life. She'll do anything to get ahead, even throwing those she's come to care about in shark-infested waters. Am I right so far?"

Mai rolled her eyes, speaking with her mouth full. "I wouldn't talk. Ye'd do the same."

"Ye? Oh, dearie me. I didn't expect my crew's bad grammar to already wear off on ya, ahehe~!" he snorted, bringing up two curved digits to his lips to stifle his mirth. "Then again, you lack the refined quality I thought you would have at first glance. Tell, me 'Emma', what be your real name?"

"That be my real name," she hissed, gritting her teeth as she held her already empty bowl tightly.

Undertaker paused for a moment, an unnatural frown lining pale lips as green eyes sized her up curiously. "Hmm...you know..." he began, those pale lips pulling back into a feral grimace, "I don't like lies."

Without a moment to react, a hand darted between the bars and pulled Mai forward so quickly her head snapped against the iron bars with such force that blood streaked down an olive face and her head spun like a whirlpool. Her hands reach out to grasp the bars, eyes wide as she made contact with the pirate's. Their faces were inches apart, and her defiance quickly turned into an instinctual fear that wanted nothing but to kick and bite and scratch her way out of this dank prison. A lump in her throat caught, stomach swirling and lips trembling. Oh God, how she wanted away from this man. There were not many things she feared in this world--and fewer things that she regretted--but she was afraid of him, and she regretted knowing who he was.

"What is your name, filthy punk*," he growled, pushing her back only to pull her forward again into the bars.

"A-ah...M...I..." she tried to bring out, starting to sob in terror as her grip on the bars tightened and her elbows locked as if to try and resist. However, whether or not she was pushing away or pulling to keep from being pushed back again was unknown to anyone.

"LOUDER!"

"M-MAI! MAI! MAI!" screamed the prisoner, trying to turn her face away and keep close to the bars as he pushed her away again and repeatedly slam her head back into the bars.

Satisfied with his answer, the pirate stopped for a moment and reveled in the way the crimson film dripped down his captive's face and onto the wooden floor. It wasn't often he got to have such fun on his ship. Blood on board could mean death in the shark waters, but they were far from such waters now. There was nothing in his way. However, his perverted smirk fell, heart softening a bit at the tears running down dark, bloody cheeks. He'd broken his toy too soon it seemed.

Gently, he let go with on hand and gently brushed away her tears with a caring thumb. "Now, now, m'dear. No need for tears. See? All you had to do was answer truthfully, and maybe we could have been friends already, hehehe~!" An insane but gentle smile graced his lips again as he let go of her completely and stood. He turned, looking over his shoulder with a tip of his hat. "Ta-ta, for now. I'll send Ox in to see aft'a ya."

Mai sniffled, quickly crawling from the bars of the cell and huddling against the wooden hull of the ship. She tried to quickly rub away the blood and tears off her face, only sobbing more at the pain pressure caused. Instead, she hug bare legs to her chest and tried to tighten her ruined kimono. The captive didn't care to fight as the First Mate came into her cell and tended to her wounds, ignoring the suggestive looks toward her bosom she was getting.

It didn't matter anymore.

Xxx

Days seemed to blur together, and the gentle lurching of the ship meant they must have left land at some point. There was no escape for Mai now in the open seas. Death would be welcome when it came.

The stench of the cell became a foreign thing to her, and she soon was accustomed to the cramping in her stomach and the diziness in her head.

Any day now, she knew, the captain would finally get what he was after, and she wasn't sure if she'd even fight back this time. Her time in the brig was mellowing her spirit, turning her into an empty shell that seemed no longer worth the effort of fixing. Her face was slowly healing over the infection caused by mistreatment, her hair now tangled and straw-like. Her body had grown bony--a skeleton with skin.

Why wouldn't death come soon? Why wouldn't the man who'd tortured and abused her come forward to get what he had sought? Was she no longer desirable? Then why hadn't he cast her overboard or thrown her to the crew to use like a filthy punk?

Mai's thoughts were interrupted by the clucking of a tongue and the now familiar creaking of a door. "My, my, Ox hasn't been taking care of you very well, has he? I suppose I shall have a word with him later..." Undertaker stepped forward, kneeling before the bars and causing the prisoner across the cell to flinch and tremble at his presence.

"Now, now, why the long face, m'dear?" he asked, taking the key from his belt and unlocking the cell door. With the tiny click of the lock, and the long eerie creak of the iron door, the Undertaker stepped through to kneel before the dark skinned woman and offer his hand. "Here, let's get you fixed up, Miss Mai."

Mai only flinched at the hand, staring at it like an owl. Her hands were clutched together over the legs drawn to her bosom, shaking in fear and lack of blood sugar.

"Nothing to be afraid of. As long as we see eye-to-eye and there is none of that funny business, no harm will come to you on my watch. Take my hand," he whispered, wiggling his fingers slightly in invitation.

A spark of defiance tried to turn into a flame as she almost refused his hand, but it fizzled and a hand left the other to take the pirate's tentatively. This was her escape to death, most likely. However, she would not sit around waiting for the end to come when the answer was right there.

His hand was oddly warm despite his cold heart, so large in comparison to her tiny, bony palm. The Undertaker gently guided her to stand, wondering vaguely where the fiery little assassin had gone before the said captive collapsed, sea legs wobbly and weak with malnourishment. Hugging her to his chest, the pirate frowned as he saved Mai from her fall and scooped her up into his arms. She was so tiny to him in his arms, like a child in comparison. As he walked from the cell with the Japanese in his arms, the pirate thought to himself, 'It appears that I have broken something very precious. Poseidon doth not think well of me now.'

The sea had not been tame for the days that he had the woman in his brig, constantly churning and threatening to sink the vessel time and time again. The Japanese had spoken of a powerful god of the storms and seas--Susanoo--was he trying to protect the woman of his land? To avenge her capture and punish those who threatened her with death?

The pirate snorted, ignoring the the superstitious whispers of such things among his crew that spread like a plague after the last few days. However, perhaps it was those whispers that had caused him to go below and bring the captive back to his quarters in an attempt to mend things with the angry gods--whether it be Poseidon, God, or Susanoo.

With the utmost care, Undertaker laid the weak individual down on his cot and left only to come back after retrieving a damp cloth. He set it on her forehead before dabbing at the infected wounds he had caused on her once flawless face. In order to see the full extent of her injuries, the pirate brushed the bangs from his face to reveal the deep pools of emerald.

Mai bit her bottom lip, staring at the green sea of his eyes that she began to drown in. The slight fear that had formed at being set out on the bed where she had almost been raped had subsided as she willingly waded in the tide of comfort the waves of green brought. She could only stare hopelessly, unaware of the hand that caressed her cheek and temple, and eventually dabbed the cloth over puffy, scabbed lips.

Not missing the look of admiration, Undertaker only smirked and spoke with a slight purr in his tone. "You aren't the first to be breathtaken by my eyes, m'dear," he chuckled, pulling away to rewet the rag within a water basin atop his desk.

"H-How did you...?" Mai blinked, and had her skin not been as dark, the blush on her cheeks would have been more profound. The feeling of embarrassment washed over her, caught in the act of staring at the man who meant to take advantage of her as if she were infatuated with him.

"There's usually a look on people's faces. I've grown accustomed to it after a long while. I suppose I usually tire of those staring at my face instead of paying attention to my words, so I prefer to hide them," he explained, knowing that her next question would have been why he hid them.

With a sigh, Mai lowered her gaze as she avoided those eyes at all costs. However, they were the flame, and she the moth as her eyes begged to look just once more. NO! She would not stoop so low as to form feelings for the monster that had forced her into a pirate's prison. He was the beast of this tale, and she would refuse to become the Belle with every ounce of her being.

"I do not mind the look, Miss Mai. It is just bothersome when it comes to my crew, and it becomes quite awkward when men start staring in the same fashion. I am more prone to lovely ladies then I am to the brutes of this ship, after all," he chuckled, smilng gently as he set the washcloth aside in the basin. Taking her hand, he gently kissed her knuckles before patting them gently with his other hand. "There. All better~!"

Mai only pulled her hand away, brows knitting together as she wiped her knuckles on the sheets in disgust despite the fact that the small gesture had made her cheeks warm.

"Was that really so bad?" he chuckled, raising an eyebrow at the gesture his captive made.

"Disgusting," she muttered, not meeting his gaze as she scowled defiantly.

"Ah, there you are, m'dear," he crooned, grinning at the nature that was already beginning to return. "I thought I'd broken you too soon."

Gritting her teeth, the woman struggled to sit up with a dangerous glare. "Is this all a game to you?"

The expression on the captain's face did not change as he simply stared at the woman with a grin. "Of course it's a game. However, neither of us know what the game is. Doesn't that make it interesting?"

"You're fucking insane," she hissed, looking away as she started the room again for an escape route. He'd neglected to lock the door on the way out, and if she could just make it past him...

"So they say. But the definition of insanity is doing the same thing multiple times and expecting different results," he chuckled as he stood. "Yet, this is all new to me so far. And I'm quite eager to see where this leads. The only insane one here is you, who plans on escaping like last time. How stupid do you think I am?"

Mai froze before deflating, her eyes still narrowed as she glared at Undertaker through the corner of her brown eyes.

"Oh, what did I do to deserve such a look? Hehe, relax. Make yourself comfortable. There are many a thing I must do before I require use of that bed. Go ahead and use my cabin to your leisure, though I must warn you to stay inside. My crew practices less restraint than I," he warned, waving his finger at the Japanese on his bed. Standing, he grabbed his feather head to place it on his head and readjust his shaggy, silver bangs. "Good evening, Miss Mai."

With that being said, he excused himself and left the quarters with the door unlocked. Mai only huffed, laying in bed with a slight pout. The unlocked door seemed promising, but her better sense that even if she were to leave, there would be nothing but the expanse of the sea. There was simply no place to run. As the captain had warned, the crew was more of a threat than she was, and like his eyes, she found comfort in his presence.

How ironic...her captor was her savior, and this prison was her sanctuary.

Xxx

The next morning, Mai awoke with a slight frown as she sat up. She hadn't been awoken by Undertaker's return, and as she scanned the room, she found him asleep at his desk--vulnerable.

If her time to escape finally presented itself, it would be now. However, the question was how it would be done. If she outright killed him, the crew would still turn on her and kill her anyway. Perhaps if she held him hostage, the captain would prove valuable enough to exchange him for a trip back to land..That was a gamble within itself.

However, if they were in the middle of the ocean, the scent of blood might attract sharks...The threat of the entire crew being sunk over one captain might be enough to persuade them...

Smirking, the Japanese woman managed the strength to get out of bed and searched his cabin for rope. Although it was not found, she managed to procure an extra belt in which she managed to subtly tie the pirate's hands together to the chair. She then frisked him, taking away his weapons and then using the belt he had been wearing to tie his feet together.

At the sight of her sword, Mai smirked as she took it from atop the dresser nearby and then proceeded to lock the door and wait for the awakening of the man who obviously was quite the deep sleeper.

Xxx

Undertaker awoke with a yawn, silver lashes fluttering and a slight smile on his face as he rested his head on the back of his chaiir. "Mmm..." Licking his dry lips, the pirate tried to stretch out his arms before a deep frown graced his countenance. "What the hell?" he muttered, trying his restraints as he wiggled in his chair.

"It's no use. You aren't getting out any time soon, pirate," came a familiar voice as a blade pressed to his throat. Mai stood at the end of the sword with a cocky smirk.

"Ah, it's you, m'dear. I was beginning to fear that Oxie might have done this. Then again, I doubt he has the brains for such a thing," he chuckled before clucking his tongue. "Now, are you going to be a dear and untie me? This is starting to get a bit uncomfortable."

"You think I'm just going to untie you?" she asked, her brow twitching as she pressed the blade against his throat a little harder. "Not until you do as I ask."

With a calm shrug, Undertaker closed his eyes in contentment as if they were speaking about nothing except what tea they'd be having. "I know, I know. You want me to order my crew to dock at the nearest port and let you off in exchange for their lives, otherwise you'll kill me below decks to attract the sharks."

With a startled blink, Mai stood there stupidly before her cheeks heated and she swung her swords across his cheek. "Shut up!"

Blood beaded on his cheek, and the pirate tsked at the scratch left on his once flawless face. "Just let me go already. They won't do it. I've already warned them about it. They'll just toss you overboard, and we'll go on with our merry lives. You're just wasting my time. Now, chop, chop. Hop to it now."

"How do you know that? What if I manage to kill you before they kill me?" she asked with a huff, scowling as her face burned with anger and her hand shook.

"Then I'm dead, and I don't give a shit what happens later. If you're going to kill me, then do so quickly. Life is too short to be standing around, bickering about what to do. Get it over with or let me go--simple as that."

Undertaker smiled at the silence he received, and even more so when his restraints were slowly and reluctantly loosened. Anymore blood spilt on the ship would simply attract the sharks or make the crew angry, killing her and throwing her overboard. He knew that this would be the outcome. She was smart enough to realize the flaw in her plan, and Undertaker was well aware of it.

"Good girl," he chuckled as he rubbed a sore, pink wrist and then stood. He bent backwards to stretch his back before yawning and grabbing a belt to hold his pants up. "Now, behave. I have better things to do than play these games."

With a laugh, he put his hat back on and patted the woman's head with a grin. He then paused, looking at the sword before snickering, allowing her to keep it as he started toward the door. "Be careful with that! It's sharp~!"

Growling, Mai nearly ran after him, furious as she shook her sword at him. "FUCK YOU, YOU FILTHY, MANGY PIRATE!!!"

Undertaker's mad, cackling laughter was all she received as the door slammed shut behind him to leave her alone in the cabin once more...

Xxx

The days passed on, each very similar to one another. The pirate captain would return to his quarters at sunset where the angry captive would be fuming, trying to meditate as he walked in. He'd drink a little, tossing jokes and insults her way as she tried to focus on becoming 'one with the universe' in a half attempt to stay calm.

Undertaker would always fall asleep either in his chair at the desk, or on the small sofa on the other wall beneath the circle window. Mai would always get the bed where she would stay most of the day. She spent her time either looking at all the maps and charts on the pirate's desk or throwing up in the 'poop bucket' (as Undertaker so fondly called it) from an occasional bout of sea sickness.

Seldomly, she would catch Undertaker in the middle of the night writing in his journal or charting a new course to some place she never heard of. As time passed, she grew curious of his travellings, and instead of leaving the cabin to see just where they were or asking the captain, she began to read the journal entries. Most of the time, it would only speak of where he was on a particular day, which direction the wind was blowing, which crew member was ill with scurvy, or where they had stopped to dock (sometimes, in great detail, explaining which women he bedded from time to time). However, as Mai explored his writings, she blushed at his description of her. Seeing his previous entries that lacked any passion in writing and lasted only sentences at most, the descriptions of her and the fun he gained from her presence lasted paragraphs, nearly entire pages. And a small page that looked like it had been ripped out and then placed back in was folded neatly between two pages. On the paperwere random scribblings and words as if he were trying to find the right words for the poem written on the other side:

"Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself.

But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires:

To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.

To know the pain of too much tenderness.

To be wounded by your own understanding of love;

And to bleed willingly and joyfully.

To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving;

To rest at the noon hour and meditate love's ecstasy;

To return home at eventide with gratitude;

And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise on your lips.

Mai paused, eyes staring over the words again and again. Never had the captain ever displayed such things toward her. There was no sign of attraction other than the obvious fact he had a liking for her body. Her brows furrowed, trying to understand where the sudden affection must have come from. Perhaps this wasn't even his words. Maybe it was just a poem he had seen once and written down since he couldn't keep the original copy. Either way, she didn't believe for a second that this strange change in emotions toward her was anything important--just a type of fondness blooming from her constant presence.

As she closed the book and rested her head upon her hand, fingers drumming on her cheek, she remained unaware of the presence lingering behind her. Suddenly, strong, firm hands clutched her shoulders, causing her to jump with a start and tense with wide eyes. Silver hair cascaded down in front of her as Underrtaker leaned forward to meet her surprised gaze with a fond grin. "My, my~! What's got you so distracted?" he chuckled, lifting his head before he saw the book sitting on the desk in front of her. "Oh? I see. Find anything interesting, did you?"

Mai quickly shook her head, still tense as she looked at the captain in slight fright. If he had known she'd been poking around his personal affects...

"Hmmm, I suppose I'll skip the lecture on how it isn't nice to snoop," he chuckled, shrugging as he let go and retreated to a nearby cabinet. Upon arriving, he pulled out a rather large bottle and uncorked it before starting to down the drink. He leaned against the desk, flashing a toothy grin. "Then again, I suppose this is mostly my fault, seeing as I have you always locked up in a room with no entertainment...Perhaps a little sea breeze might do you some good, no?"

Mai blinked, eyebrows furrowing in confusion. "You mean...I can go outside?"

Marching straight toward the door, Undertaker bowed and gestured for Mai to step through the open doorway. "This way, m'lady. The outside world awaits you~!"

The poem excerpt was written by: Khalil Gabrin

*And punk is an old word for prostitute

Notes:

Oh geez, it's been a while. Unfortunately, a break was needed do to a loss in the family (my great grandfather), a brand new addition to the family (a new puppy named Karma), and the constant lack of internet due to the fact that Mother Nature has decided to make the Midwest a rain forest now and block the satellite. Yay...

I really worked hard on trying to come up with something interesting for Undertaker as not much is known about his past except pure speculation and the knowledge that he likely committed suicide by drowning. I really hope you enjoyed this chapter, and I will let the audience decide what my next update should be. I will update on three of these stories, comment below on which one you want next:

A Foolish Figure

Death of the Shinigami (this fanfic)

Phantom of the Theatre

I look forward to your questions and comments, perhaps even a few pointers and help with my work as I am prone to overlooking many spelling errors -.- It is a curse I do not particularly like, and even with my vigilance, they still manage to get through...

Thank you for reading and sticking with me all this time.

[glossolali]

I just realised I never talk about my DnD game here for some reason, so here's a few tidbits so far (and a bunch are related to CR cause that's what happens if you're around me long enough):

- We're pirates and we have a ship called the Snaggletooth

- The party pet is my raven who has a Swedish (chef) accent and a rivalry with our chaotic halfling barb rogue and it's hilarious, it's currently 2 - 1 in the raven's favor

- Our drow druid is a Rosa Diaz archetype who secretly wears fluffy pink socks and can't lie (it's a whole thing)

- Yesterday our gnome trickery cleric sat down on the ground and talked (barked) with the 100+ year old shop dog while we were shopping and paid him with head scritches for information on a criminal organization we want to take down lol

- My PC is a half-orc moon druid who is best described as a mix of Yasha, Beau and Fjord with a sprinkle of Grog (not on purpose haha my brain just did it)

- I've been yelling at them to watch anything CR for months and finally they all started.. the DM is watching oneshots, C2, C3 and my friend is watching C1, and another friend has watched TLOVM

- C1 watcher friend said yesterday "I don't like Ori*n he acts weird esp with the female PCs and NPCs" and I just laughed so loud and was like... "uhhh you have no idea" and proceeded to spill the t

- TLOVM watcher friend is a rogue multiclasser and keeps talking about Vax like "yeah you know the rogue? his subclass is cool etc. etc." and I'm like "YES, DO YOU MEAN VAX'ILDAN?" and act very Normal about it

- My DM watching and now being a fan of CR, and being a DM who puts in his fave characters from media as minor NPCs for fun in our game, he recently put Fearne in!!! LMAO you should have seen my face when he said "Jazz is chaos" and I realised what was happening

- Just yesterday he was yelling with me about Molly and he's like "!!!!!!the thing!!!!!! whyyyy!!!!!" and I was like "I KNOW!! BELIEVE ME!!!" which doesn't begin to explain how I really feel or the fact that I've spent a significant amount of time literally mourning them and thinking, writing and blogging about Molly LOL

- He said his favourite C2 characters so far are Molly and Beau which made me want to yell (more) cause same -- my other friend was like "they're all your favourites what are you talking about" they're right

- AND MOST IMPORTANTLY-- LISTEN, HE'S PUTTING MOLLY IN OUR GAME (screaming noises.....) as the underground contact for our criminal trickery cleric, in this huge colorful seedy vegasesque city, and I'm going to be SOOO fucking normal about it of course and try not to cry, especially if he does a really good Molly impression LMAO

Anyway it's funny that they all have the same favourite characters and the same opinions as me, and I will be posting updates

EDIT: I made some art and some minis for my campaign!

[odd8ball]

Captain Hook and a big Misunderstanding.

(Pirates and Pixie Dust au)

She was distracted for a few moments and suddenly he was gone. Where did he go? What did that boy do? Why was Tinkerbell with him? Zarina zoomed around frantically for James at the speed of a fast flying fairy. She stopped suddenly as she noticed blood pooling and Smee on a lifeboat reaching around the waters red with blood.

She wished she was bigger so she could help as Smee lifts James out of the bloody water. With the captain down the other pirates retreated as Peter flew away with tink holding James severed hand still clutching the blue dust.

She would have gone after them but she had a new priority. She zipped over to Smee trying to pump the water out of James's lungs. She had never seen him so focused and terrified, once James coughed up water and sat up they both took a breath of relief before smee went to bandage up the severed limb that would have been bleeding profusely had he not acted quickly with the tourniquet.

"Are you ok Captain?" Zarina asked after James was done with his coughing fit. "I'm not dead." He replied surprised. He was shaking like a leaf in a rainstorm, he looked out of it and tears ran down his cheeks. It unnerved her to see him so uncharacteristically helpless as they rowed back to the ship. "Is he ok?" Zarina asked Smee quietly as James fell silent again looking back at skull rock. "He's been through a lot miss, the blood loss also might be making him delirious. Either way I'd say give it a day or two." Smee answered looking relived.

"Does this happen often?" Zarina asked. "Every pirate faces death at some point, lets just be glad he survived." Smee replied surprisingly jovial. She fluttered over to James who didn't take his eyes off skull rock. "Are you ok?" She asked again hoping he was back to reality. "I'm fine." James replied trying to put on a brave face as if she didn't just see him have a breakdown.

She couldn't help but notice how he scanned the waters as of he was waiting for something below to surface. "What are you looking for?" She asked. "You remember that ticking crocodile from a few years ago? I thought I saw it in the murky waters. I certainly heard it, I'm afraid I fainted before I could see where it went." He replied not able to hide his fear of the memory.

Soon enough they got back to the ship and James did something no one had ever seen him do. He began rhythmically twitching, terrified of a sound that to everyone else was barley audible. The episode ended with him smashing a clock and throwing all the pieces overboard. James always has a dislike of ticking but it seemed it was now so intense no one could have a clock on board. Zarina worried about what the change meant for they days ahead and went with Smee to comfort him as his rage turned to sadness once again.

Peter and Tink looked at the pirate ship from the air and Peter looked conflicted about what he had done. He sat at the top of skull rock and watched as the crocodile began moving to the Jolly Roger now that it was done with the captains hand Peter had fed it as a distraction. "Are you okay Peter?" Tink asked concerned. "I don't know if I did the right thing." Peter said sounding unsure.

"We we're surrounded! You did the right thing and frankly James should be grateful you distracted the crocodile long enough for him to get away alive." Tink responded bitterly. "You think so?" Peter asked perking up a bit. "They're the bad guys here, we just wanted the blue dust back." Tink responded sticking her tongue out at the ship. Peter smiled as the wording made him realize how similar it was to stories he heard about heros and the journeys they went on, he had saved the day. The fight was also pretty exciting, he wondered if he could fight the captain again someday.

Word around Neverland spread inevitably back to captain James, now going by Hook that Peter had thrown his hand to the crocodile. He swore revenge and his crew especially his most loyal members Zarina, his first mate and pixie dust alchemist and Smee the cook. So the rivalry began, good intentions lost for a more exciting story. Even Peter would forget why he threw Hooks hand to the crocodile for the sake of a more digestible story. A boy in denial of his own guilt and a misinformed pirate could only escape the truth for so long.

A/n: In this au Zarina was never captain and was never betrayed and as a result they had control over the blue dust for much longer. This is also a thought experiment of why Peter would bother holding onto hooks hand long enough to throw it to the crocodile.

[here-there-everyfuckenwhere]

obviously (more than anything) I want to see Stede and Ed reunited and fuckery to ensue. I don’t much care how they play it (happy, sad, angry, silly) I just want more of them onscreen together. Rhys and Taika have such great chemistry. But I also want to see backgrounds for more of the crew (how they became the men they are). Particularly Izzy Hands. What made him like that? what made him worship Blackbeard so much? I also want to see a good sword fight between Izzy and Jim. (and more Jim backstory in general.) from the actual history of pirates of that time, I’d love it if we met Benjamin Hornigold (Ed’s former captain) and Samuel Bellamy (aka Black Sam aka “the Prince of Pirates” or the “Robin Hood” of pirates. He was known for his mercy and generosity to those he captured on raids. I think he’d get along well with Stede! Black Sam also had a mysterious relationship with a “witch” from Cape Cod named Goody Hallett. I’d love to meet them in season two! also the lesbian pirates Anne Bonny and Mary Read! (I’d love it if we found Anne and Mary were behind the mutiny aboard Calico Jack’s ship. And they are now co-captaining it happily. Out on the open sea! Being gay and doing crimes!) I hope we deal thematically in season two with toxic masculinity and intergenerational trauma. And forgiveness. and lord I hope it’s totally bizarre and super funny. imma be pissed if they lose any of the humor in season two and go too sappy. There’s so much potential! fingers crossed?

Woah okay lots to unpack here!!! I gotta say; I agree with pretty much everything you just said OP!!! Very well put!!!

I keep going back and fourth about how I want The Reunion between Ed and Stede to go down; whether it should be super romantic, or angsty, or a full-on sword fight, or if they should make it more comedic and lighthearted and tbh any route they decide to go with would be fine by me! I just wanna see them together again because i really do believe that one of the biggest (if not THE biggest) strengths of this show is Taika and Rhys together.

I would LOVE some more background on Izzy, but tbh I'm really interested in Stede's crew too!! I was wondering about this earlier actually so it's funny you bring it up lol, but i wonder how/why they agreed to be a part of Stede's crew? Like, maybe it was because he was offering to pay actual wages? Or maybe it was because they needed to hide somewhere (well, we know that is probably true for Jim and Olu, but what about everyone else..?) I would also be interested in Blackbeard and Calico Jack's past, and their experiences on Hornigold's ship

I definitely want to see more female pirates in season 2 as well!! As I mentioned in a previous ask, I'm not totally sure how they'd work it into the show yet considering the cast of characters is already pretty large and spread-out just in the first season, but it would lowkey feel like a missed opportunity if they didn't at least lightly feature Anne Bonny and Mary Read at some point

I definitely think we're gonna get more storylines about gender and toxic masculity in season 2, just judging from where episode 10 left us off. Like, idk if this is me just projecting my nonbinary-ness onto another one of my comfort characters lol but I just feel as though Ed taking on this "Kraken" persona at the end of ep 10 feels a lot like.. a transition? A changing of identity? And most of it is rooted in toxic masculinity and pressure placed on him to present/act a certain way (enforced by Izzy in ep 10 but probably taught to him when he was a child) because in the very beginning of episode 10, i think Ed was really beginning to embrace a more conventionally "feminine" side of himself (the pink nail polish, the floral robe, being very open and vulnerable emotionally with the other men on the ship and encouraging them to do the same, ect.) and I think a lot of season 2 is going to see Ed sorta struggling between these two identities a lot..

woww that was long lol thank you for all the suggestions OP!!

Tell me what you're most excited to see in season 2!!

[purplerose244]

My thoughts on Seabound!!! 🌊🌊🌊 (1/4)

SPOILERS ALERT!!!

Finally Nya's season! Our queen, our water goddess, our amazing girl gets what she deserves! 😍😍😍

What I know about the season beforehand is that Nya's powers apparently are getting problematic for some reasons? Which is a pretty common topic in other shows but it's a first in Ninjago, usually the elemental powers don't have focus and I LOVE that we now get to see stuff like that 💕💕💕

I know there should be Wojira involved, trusting The Island to deliver that little foreshadowing at the end of the episode 🤷‍♀️ Also Maya is back... MAYA IS FINALLY BACK AFTER SEVEN SEASONS YES!!! 😭😭😭

I have nothing else to say, I have no idea what this will bring, hopefully something as good as Master of the Mountain! 🖤

Alright, here we go!

GENERAL THOUGHTS

Warning reader, I might be fangirling to an extreme because I love mah girl Nya and I've been wanting Kai and Nya's parents to be back ever since Hands of Time ended. So yeah... screaming alert 😅

At this point I don't doubt that the intro is great, we reached such a level of animation and we got The Fold 😍😍 Love the marine vibe and how it's similar to The Island, because it's a great intro 👌

NOW I like the writing! Maybe they rushed the dialogue's quality for The Island to get here? It's just fun and in character, maybe it's just me but I'm enjoying it a lot for now

How many episodes are in this? Wiki says ten, then I checked again and it's sixteen like with Master of Mountain... eh, it looks good so far so it's fine whatever happens 🤷‍♀️

A BIG SPLASH

Oohhh, new villain! One that uses... flames... huh, does she know there's literally a master of fire in the ninja team? Eh whatever she looks cute, give it up for Miss Demeanor!! 👏👏

Wait... OMG IS THAT ERIN MATTHEWS??? WE GOT MACY!! ❤❤❤

Whoa, we're finding out where did the order of the vengestone from season 13 come from?? YAS! CONTINUITY!

Yep, there it is, Nya lost control... her attacks look so cool 😍

Lol that kid trying to be a nindroid and Zane being offended 😂😂 Sorry hun, you're that popular

Aaahhh, thank you Ninjago! You gave me back Nya the perfectionist 😂 I was worried her reaction to her powers wasn't going to be in character but it looks fair so far. Brings me back to Possession, my favorite season 💙💙💙

WE GOT BACK THE FACT THAT SHE CAN MAKE IT RAIN!!! YAS!!! I might be easy to please but I love these details 🤩

🤯🤯🤯 Okay they are definitely going somewhere this time and I LOVE IT, because wow. WOW. Are we actually addressing the forever questioned fact that wind and water weren't elements that Chen needed at the Tournament? Are we giving a reason for them to exist outside the main set of elements and the elemental masters?? Duuuude, season 15 don't let me stop you, keep going 😍

Mm, so water and wind are connected to Wojira (now I see the connection with the special). Are we setting the ground for a new master of wind? 😏😏 It's risky going for a Morro replacement but it's a super intriguing idea! Oooor Edgy Boy TM might come back? WHO KNOWS I'M CURIOUS ANYWAY 🤩

Love how it is universal knowledge that Nya is super indipendent 👌

YES YES FINALLY WE'RE TALKING ABOUT MAYA!!! 😍😍😍 Is it too much hoping into a Ray cameo as well?? Pleaaaase? Also addressing Krux after so many seasons, this feels exciting!! 😊

This is what I'm talking about, training, fighting scenes, show me everything that water goddess can do! 🌊🌊🌊

Aaahhh, Nya flexing her mightiness through anger, just to remind us that she is the descendant of a water master as much as of a fire master 😅

YES YES YES YES IT'S HAPPENING FINALLY AFTER SEVEN SEASON THE FIRE WATER PARENTS ARE FINALLY BACK!!! 🔥🌊🔥🌊🔥🌊 I'M SO HAPPY I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR SO LONG!!! 😭

RAY IS THERE TOO HECK YES!!!! 😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍 I shouldn't get this excited at only the first episode... WHO CARES RAY IS BAAAAACK!!! ❤❤❤

Omg Maya is definitely different from what I expected, turns out Kai's enthusiasm came from her 😂

Oh look at my flame babe 😍

He's so happy his parents are here, he's a total family man ❤❤❤

Nya is maaaaad... 😅

THERE SHE IS

WELCOME BACK JILLIAN I MISSED YOU 💚💚💚 Would it be too much having a "Your voice sounds familiar" moment with Maya and Lloyd? 😂

I'm so stoked for this! I want all the interactions I've missed for all of this time, asap!! HECK yes!! 😍😍😍😍

Oh, are we looking over the Miss Demeanor, vengestone situation? Mm... for now at least... WHO CARES FIRE WATER PARENTS!! 🔥🌊🔥🌊🔥🌊

THE CALL OF THE DEEP

Imma just slow clap for The Fold because this is another amazing intro, one of those things in this show that stays awesome no matter what happens 👍👍

So Maya gave Nya her discipline and perfectionism, but not the passion behind it 😂 I like this, it's not your conventional master of water, although I'd say it's different from the impression she gave me back in HoT. Maybe this is how she is when she's not trapped for fifty years? 😅😅

Is it too much asking for Kai and Ray bonding while the water women get the work done? 😅😅

Is this the sequel of Green Eggs and Ham?

Green Pancakes and Ham? 😂

Oh it's seaweed nevermind... at breakfast? I'm all for sushi rolls but this is a little 😅 Although since Maya missed their childhood she probably never cooked meals for them... how did I get myself sad 😢

Whoa, Maya is a strict teacher! I got flashbacks from my first and only dance lesson, teachers nitpicking every single pose, uuurrrggg I feel ya waterlily 😡

Again, not a fan of Misako, but coming from her the whole speech about wanting to be there for her child makes a lot of sense

Yes. YES.

YEEEEESSSS KAI AND RAY FAMILY BONDING THIS IS EVERYTHING I'VE EVER WANTED I'M GETTING ALL OF MY WISHES GRANTED FOR THIS ONE ❤🔥❤🔥❤🔥❤🔥❤🔥❤

AND MY FLAME BABE IS SO GLAD HE GOT HIS PARENTS!!! 😭😭😭

Lol with Kai's new hair they look even more related 🤣

Ray also sounds so happy he gets to have his moment with his son 😢 I feel so blessed in this moment 👍

Also this scene makes a lot of sense. Nya grew up to be indipendent, one that succeed in most of stuff without problems, she built her life without any help and doesn't look for it. Kai grew up more insecure, he got some walls up but loves to take care of others and be taken care of. With a childhood lost he looks forward to a bit of softness ❤❤

Did Maya make real bacon for that sandwich? Do I smell some favoritism? 😅 Or maybe she really wants Nya to get onto the water mind setting idk 🤷‍♀️

Little tiny complain, why isn't Jay doing the fixing? Did he give up mechanics completely? It feels like we haven't seen him do tech stuff in so long, I miss techy boy in action 😞

And no, having to check on the bathroom doesn't count 😅

Aww robot date 💜🤍💜🤍

AAAHH ROBOT DISASTER 😱😱😱 ZANE DANG IT YOU WERE DOING SO GOOD NOT TRYING TO DIE IN THE LAST TWO SEASONS!!

Oh that was weird, weird magic purple wave thingie?

I DID NOT ASK FOR A SEASON WITH A BEST GIRL AT THE EXPENCE OF ANOTHER BEST GIRL PIX DON'T YOU DARE DO THIS TO ME 😱😱😱😱😱

"Well this is troubling." I love this samurai so freaking much 💜💜💜

GUYS THIS IS ONLY THE SECOND EPISODE, I'M A LITTLE SCARED NOW 😢

Okay Nya admitting that something's wrong looking so apologetic, girl you don't need to do that you already own my heart 😭

Alright, I'm guessing this is Wojira's power or something, and they will have to go down below and find out why... just throwing this in, maybe Maya did something? Because she wanted to finally be with her family and needed an excuse? JUST A THEORY WITH NO BASE I REALLY HOPE I'M WRONG!!!

Okay, two episodes and I'm BEYOND engaged, let's keep it up! 😍

UNSINKABLE

Getting an idea how this episode might end already 😂😂

Look, I love best girl Pixal, but I'm kinda sad that she seems to be the only one tinkering at this point. Like, I saw Nya fix little stuff, while Jay dropped engineering altogether, I miss my engineers team 😭

Aww, the guys didn't want to crush Pixal's dream of an unsinkable boat 💜 But honestly yeah, I agree with Cole, this might end badly 😅😅

Thank goodness

I was worried they forgot about Jaya ❤💙❤💙 Jay is such a cutie omg

Nya: Mm, going on a potentially dangerous mission with unstable powers in the heart of my element or... mom's tofu pancakes... *yeets herself over the ship*

I'm making too many screenshots of the Smith family... WHO CARES THEY ARE BACK AND THEY ALL LOOK SO GOOD!!! 😍😍😍😍

Aww Ray wants to play with his son and his friends so CUTE ❤❤❤ Still can't believe they play Prime Empire after everything that went down 😂😂

Whoa whoa whoa, Kai and Cole are sitting this one out? That's actually interesting, I'm pretty sure I saw Cole's scuba suit in the sets though so I didn't expect it... lol it's actually kinda fair that the two that used to be afraid of water aren't going 😂😂

Bet Kai is happy to stay behind because he gets to spend time with his dad 😭

Also studying the fire elementals?? Uhm, yes please?? TELL ME EVERYTHING ABOUT MY FLAME BABE!!! 😍😍😍😍

I'm sure this one scene...

... made so many lavashippers happy ❤🖤❤🖤 Cole you got Ray's blessing

Ninja team acting cool while Jay is being Jay, it's how it always goes, it's the entire show's description and I absolutely love it 😂 That wink though 💙

PIRATE ZANE IS BACK 😂😂😂 Haven't seen him since Possession, and this time he's not even malfunctioning 👌 Pixal is so done with his dorky boyfriend 😝

Of course Jay already has a ghost butler theory going on 😂

OF COURSE IT'S MAYA 😂😂

To be honest muffins would sold me too 😅 Not sure if she will make them out of tofu again though...

It's actually really interesting that we still haven't met the actual enemies, it does build up excitment! Very curious about these squid guys 👍

Well what do you know, the Unsinkable sank. Who would have thought?

... yeah same, sorry Pix 😅

FIVE THOUSANDS FATHOMS DOWN

Aaaahhh, Nya fixing stuff! That's more like it!! 😍😍

Oww, that one speech, I've been waiting for so long for that! Maya just wants to catch up with her daughter and it's not her fault she was separated from her children, but Nya did everything on her own with Kai. Only fair she isn't seeking for her help right now... still sad 😢

Pff, with this ninja team there's not a moment of privacy 😂😂

Maya cleaning his future son-in-law's laundry what the HECK 😂😂😂 To be fair Jay has a bit of a history of having to change underwears during sea travels 😝

Zane was attached to a battery? When?... are you talking about that one scene in Prime Empire? Cause that's not really a flashback I wanna ha- whoops never mind got the flashback 😱

Maya looks more calm now, I think she's trying to act more reasonable and she's got good points 👍 I know people were a little weirded out by how more cheerful she looks in comparison to Hands of Time, but I think she gets the most serious and rational when time needs. That's actually fascinating of her 🤔

CALLING OUT AN ATTEMPTED MURDER

THIS GIRL IS TOO GORGEOUS MY HEART CAN'T TAKE IT 🤩🤩🤩 Like my gosh that smirk, what the heck Pix 💜💜💜

Okay but Jay looking at Nya until the doors are completely closed?? CAN YOU FEEL MY JAYA HEART BEATING?? ❤💙❤💙

Whoa green gas I thought this was Nya's season 😂

MAYA WHY ARE YOU SAYING THIS STUFF YOU'RE SCARING ME 😱😱😱 I SWEAR LEGO IF YOU BROUGHT BACK WATER MOM JUST TO KILL HER OFF I'M GONNA SUE YOU 😭😭😭

I really REALLY like the atmosphere of the entrante of the temple! Super sealike and ancient! 🌊🌊🌊

Maya: off we go, into the spooky old temple! (Why does it feel like something Kai would say? 😂)

Oh gee, someone sleeping in the deep, who could that be? Coff Wojira coff

Whoa the jellyfishes look pretty lifelike!

HERE HE COMES

WELCOME BACK GILES!!! ONCE AGAIN ON A LEGO SHOW I MISSED YOU SO MUCH YOU AND YOUR GODLIKE VOICE!!! 😍😍😍😍 Gosh he's a villain but he's got Clay's voice, how can I even try to hate him?? 😅

Alright, knocking down my water girls, that is pretty hateful material... BUT CLAAAYYY 💙💙💙

So they need the two amulets to wake up Wojira? Isn't one on the island? Fire dad and son coming to the rescue? WHO KNOWS BUT I'M ENJOYING THIS A LOT SO FAR KEEP GOING SEABOUND 😍😍😍

[danwhobrowses]

One Piece Chapter 1023 - Initial Thoughts

15 Minutes is on the clock

Onigashima reaches the mainland and the fights continue on. Including the Wings of the King vs the Disasters of the Beast

Without further ado, let's get into it

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Vivi cover page is nice, proper Disney Princess action with Karoo being jealous birb again, but now I have worries because last we heard something went down with Alabasta...all those post-Reverie questions

Back to where we left off with the boys being back in town

Miyagi can you not ominously foreshadow Zoro's future pain please?

Kawamatsu's here to save Zoro from interference, and Hyou's telling the Yakuza not to get in the way of this fight

Marco though is a pensive Pineapple, taking a good long look at King as he recalls Whitebeard telling him about King's race living on the Red Line before the world nobles, Void Century and before stuff

Mention of Gods does fuel one of my old post fan theories, but also fuels that the WG kicked King's race out of the Red Line

Izo though out here saving Marco from being an easy target, tbh Marineford did show he was prone to a surprise attack

Asking Izo if they believe in God though in a raid that may lead to their deaths is kinda irreverent right now though huh?

Queen back to hyping themselves up though

Hm? Is there a limitation to Sanji's raid suit? Sanji's saying he feels weird

Zoro wasting no time to banter with it though, saving Sanji from King as Sanji returns the favour with Queen

Queen does make a valid point though, as much as Sanji expresses that he is unenhanced by Germa he can also set himself on fire, I do wonder if it is just part of that enhancement in there that he expresses as his 'fiery hot passion'

Lunarian though, that must be King's species' name: moon people again I bet which feeds my fan theories

Also since we mentioned Germa again what happened to them? Jimbei made it out after all and I wanna see me some alive and well Baeju

I would issue doubt on Queen's claim that their enhancements are beyond Vegapunk's, given how little we know of Vegapunk after all

King's got a special sword too, it can change its edge to be teethy which he used to ensnare Zoro's swords

Wado saves Zoro's face from eating King's spiked fist though

King does make a fair point though, traditional weapons are romanticized but a fight's about getting every advantage you can, Zoro at least respects that since King never claimed to be a Swordsman, while also reminding King that he could be a feral bastard too

Kinda gave me mini Mr. 1 fight vibes there

Oh here we go, potential Zoro lineage time

Kawamatsu and Hyou muse over how Zoro was like Ushimaru when he was young, even down to his style (though that could be more Shimotsuki Koushiro's doing since he's Zoro's master)

Also Ushimaru was Ryuma's direct descendant, which means that 1. Ryuma banged, 2. Swordsmanship runs in the blood and 3. Ryuma banged

Also Ryuma also had the one eye, and it does seem pretty mythical that a swordsman of similar skill and stature returns Shusui back to Wano (even though this should mean that Shusui would be Zoro's birthright and he was kinda forced into relinquishing it)

Also worth reminding that Kozaburo was Kuina's grandpa so there may only be loose relations if Zoro is a Shimotsuki too, we don't exactly know how Kozaburo and Ushimaru are related if it's by blood or clan, plus I still wonder about Tashigi

Over to Jack vs Inu though, and Jack's hybrid form is just...weird

I did not need to see an Elephant head with abs you know Oda!

Both are pretty tired, as Jack mocks Inu saying he has forgiven Zou for the Raizo stuff, since he already destroyed most of it

Inu though with the shoulder toss, reminding Jack that they had to make these sacrifices to get to here

But we're getting the epic speech, and the hole in the roof caused by Ashura's sacrifice is changing Inu back into Su Long

Same thing is happening with Neko, turning Su Long in front of Carrot and Wanda (who I guess are covering from the moon) as he stares down Perospero

And I'm glad Neko's pointing out that Pedro's sacrifice is valid. I truthfully always felt a bit iffy about people saying that Carrot's desire to avenge Pedro was ill-found because 'Pedro killed himself'. Had Pedro not sacrificed himself then Brook and Chopper would've been dead by candy and Big Mom would've obliterated the rest on the ship

Raizo and Megaforehead though prelude with the mention of maturity, that everyone - even the Akazaya - needed time to mature into who they wanted to be

Down to the surface though and the Heart Pirates are on high alert/panic, they think Kaido's here

But it's Momo, and he looks magnificent

Shinobu's aged him up to 28, the age he'd be had he not been leapt through time, but now she's upset he looks like Kaido

There's new fire in Momo's eyes though, the return ascent begins!

Can you feel that? It feels like the last stretch before the ultimate battle of Wano

Sanji and Zoro vs King and Queen hopefully will remain a tag bout, but I am curious as to King's abilities and what's affecting Sanji in terms of the raid suit. It's not bad to have a limitation but this is the first we've heard of it after seeing him use it 4 times. I don't hate Zoro being a Shimotsuki, though I do feel like we could've built to this, plus we're still lacking in the how.

One wonders what role Marco will now play, and whether Tiny Tiny Chopper is due to recover. We haven't heard from the others for a bit, nor CP0 nor Yamato. Our Pineapple does have unfinished business with Edward Weevil tbf so he could make it out, Izo may be a variable in that, they've yet to learn of Kiku's fate.

Also we never did see who that mystery person was did we? Still could be Hiyori

Marco's musing about gods does feel like we're gonna get more about King, and more lore of the world that Robin will love to soak up like a sponge, Oda have been leaving these seeds since Skypeia, and where there are Gods, there are Devils.

We are however getting major death flags from the minks, one last turn to Su Long to enable their efforts. I like how Ashura's sacrifice is not in vain because of this though, it makes me wonder if there's a slither of hope for Kin and Kiku. If anything though the minks will die from exhaustion rather than being defeated, Su Long eats away at you after all, it's probably gonna be traumatizing for Carrot a little but I hope we see some resolve out of her more like when she was in Zou and WCI, I still want her for Nakama.

And then the final coup de grace, giant dragon Momo, it's one hell of a panel and it means we're bringing Luffy back into the fight. But the extent of Momo's ripening is only in body remember, in mind he's still young. But now we have the setup for the final fight between Luffy and Kaido, I'll expect in that time we'll have to try and finish off everything else with the Akazaya, reconvening the Straw Hats, King, Queen, Big Mom, Kid, Law, Killer, Hawkins, Apoo and Drake.

Act's not over yet, less than 15 minutes until Onigashima Falls.

[kakiwrites]

the prince and the commoner

Genre: slight angst then fluff

A Kei tsukishima x reader

Synopsis: A time where elves, fairies, dragons, and other wonderful creatures live in harmony, how would you choose to live? On a pirate ship? Making potions? Who do you stumble upon along the journey? A soldier, a poet, a king? Well, that’s for you to decide.

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 a/n: can you guess where I based my title? Hehe- requests are open so please don't be shy to leave anything in my inbox! Thank you!

 @tsukkiboii hope you enjoy it!

 The prince was known across the land as the handsome heir to the throne. His brother, Akiteru ruled with grace and kindness and a lot of people expected the same traits when they met the second son.

 And boy were they wrong.

 Prince Kei wasn't anything like his brother at all. He talked back with a venomous smirk. His words pierced would pierce your heart in all the wrong ways. His stare froze you on the spot, butterflies dying in your stomach. He was known for being ruthless, heartless.

 cold.

 "you need to get out there! See the world, meet your princess!" said Akiteru who stood by the long table in the war council room. He seemed to be looking at the big map to see the other kingdoms and the villages surrounding the castle.

 "it's just love. It's unnecessary." Tsukishima answered, rolling his eyes and picking up a small town square, signifying a village. Akiteru chuckled before patting his brother's shoulder before leaving without him. Tsukishima grumbled before following him out.

 He got to the main foyer to see his friend, Yamaguchi, a prince from the neighboring kingdom. He walked over, posture straight, stiff. Yamaguchi smiled at him warmly before resting his arm around his shoulder and pulling him down. Tsukishima grumbled in annoyance.

 Yamaguchi chuckled "tsukki~ we should go out! See the town!" he suggested, bouncing on the balls of his shoes.

 The cold prince sighed before looking away from his friend. "why should I go with you?" tsukishima asked, arms crossed.

 "oh come on baby bro~ get out there!" Akiteru came up from behind and shoved him out of the front doors. Kei cursed under his breath. Yamaguchi took this opportunity to take his hand and led him into the stables, where they were saddled up and ready to go down the hill and into the village.

  "yachi and I went out on a nice stroll around the castle!" yamaguchi retold the story, pink spread to the tips of his ears. Tsukishima rolled his eyes. Jesus, even his best friend was in love. Love is just something they want. You can live without love.

 You enter the marketplace where most of the townsfolk gave way to the two steeds to pass. Yamaguchi continued telling his best friend about new adventures he experienced with the blonde princess. The two princes weren't looking where they were going when somebody yelled. Tsukishima looked on the road to see you, a normal maiden, picking up some newspapers in the middle of the cobblestone road. You didn't even get a chance to scream when you saw the horses barreling towards you.

 Tsukishima acted as quickly as he could. He jumped down his horse and pulled it by the reigns, pulling his horse off of the road and guiding it to a stop. Yamaguchi thankfully stopped his just at the nick of time. The cold prince pet the stallion before turning to you with one of his icy glares. Yamaguchi panicked, about to get off of his saddle and apologize for his friend's behavior when he saw you standing tall, arms crossed, glaring back with the same coldness.

 "Maybe you should watch where you're going pipsqueak." tsukishima berated. It didn't seem to have to effect on you. You scoffed, rolling your eyes at him before picking up the last piece of the morning's paper.

 "maybe if you didn't chit-chat with prince smiles over here then you would've been watching the road like a normal prince would be trained to do." you talked back, storming off, away from the scene.

 Yamaguchi frowned, walking towards his best friend. He was about to ask if he was okay and if he should get the guards but what he saw was a very rare sight.

 Tsukishima was blushing.

 Granted, he was trying not to show any trace of it.

 Without a word, he got back up on his horse and started to trudge back up into the hill. Yamaguchi scrambled up to his steed and followed after him.

  That night, the tsukishima's and yamaguchi's decided to dine together in the royal hall, eating and chit-chatting. Kei took his goblet and chugged it. He needed to clear his head. Was he going to do this in front of yamguchi's parents?

 "I found someone I would like to court," he said, looking over everyone so nonchalantly. Akiteru bounced out of his seat in excitement. He tried to pounce on his brother to no avail, kei dodging effortlessly.

 Yamaguchi smiled supportively. He kind of knew who he was mentioning. He was there with him when they looked for their identity. His father, the king, looked at his son's best friend in curiosity.

 "is it a prince? Princess? Dutchess? Dutch?" akiteru guessed. He was bouncing all over the place, trying to see if his hunches were right. Tsukki gestured over to the butler, the butler handed him a piece of paper. The prince places it on the table. Akiteru snatched it up and read through, his grin never wavering.

 "(y/n) (l/n) the wonderful maiden in the village. She looks divine!" Akiteru said, handing the paper to the king. He scoffed, looking at the paper before slamming it down on the table.

 "a prince shouldn't be with a mere commoner Kei. You know that." the king said, his voice was deep. He was trying to intimidate him but it gave the opposite effect.

 Tsukishima chuckled darkly, before standing up so they could see eye-to-eye. "I like her. Love is supposed to be chosen. Not forced upon because of your stature. I don't care if she isn't a princess. She's the only one who treated me like an actual person and not like a shard of ice or a diamond. If you don't like it, you're free to leave." Kei said, his eyes were clouded in anger. No one has seen him this serious before.

 The king clenched his fist before storming out. Yamaguchi stood up and bowed before his friends apologetically. "I'm sorry, on behalf of my father. He didn't mean to offend you tsukki." he said, looking back up to the two brothers. Akiteru patted his head pitifully.

 "it's okay yamaguchi. That was his opinion. We're here to support tsukki! Whatever it takes!" Akiteru said happily, pulling the two of them into a side hug.

 And this time, tsukki let it happen.

  "she's here!"

 What?

 Tsukishima jolted out of bed, hearing his brother screaming from the foyer. Passing by the windows, he could tell it was just the early hours of dawn. He gets there to see his brother talking happily to a confused you.

 You thought you were in trouble, guards knocking on your front door hours before you usually wake up. They told you that they were there to escort you to the castle. Was it because you talked to the prince in such a horrid manner yesterday?

 You were taken to meet king Akiteru who greeted you with open arms. He seemed excited about something. You just couldn't put your finger on it. You see something move in your peripheral. You see the prince dressed in his most simple coattails. He seemed to be dressed in a hurry.

 "you invited her?"

 "I wanted to meet the woman you want to court-"

 "wait a minute!" you cut their arguing off. They both looked at you. You swore you see tsukki's ears grow pink. Akiteru gave you his most charming smile, taking your hand then leading you in front of his brother who hesitantly took your hand from the king.

 "my brother here," Akiteru started, a knowing smirk on his face. "he wanted to get to know you better and apologize for the… horse incident." he finished, chuckling to himself.

 "you wanna get to know… me?"

 "of course pipsqueak. I-I would love to get to know you," tsukki said, glancing at his beaming brother a couple of times before bending down to kiss your hand.

 You smirked before curtsying. "I would be honored, prince… know-it-all."

 "oh, you did not-"

 This was all over the place- hope you aren't disappointed taru- my friend and I had a lot of fun brainstorming these tho- I might make a part 2 if I'm hooked- would you guys want one too? Requests are open so please don't be shy to leave anything in my ask box! I love you guys 💕❤️💖

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[bodyswapmischief]

The Deserter

(Spring Break Pirates 6 of 14)

The fucking bitch! The fuckin traitor! If I fucking get on the ship again, I'm gonna fucking kill him! I should have suspected something when that little bitch started asking too much questions.

Out of all the sex I've ever had, Eric was the best fuck. I was falling in love And, I thought he felt the same. After our intense sex, we would always spend a few minutes cuddling and talking to each other. Until he had to go please off one of the other guys. It fucking sucked but, I understood. It was all part of this dumb ship. But, I felt like deep down Eric fully loved me.

Then last night, it happened. We were laying in bed and he started asking questions.

"So, how do you like the boat life?" He asked. "It fucking sucks. Don't get me wrong I love you and our relationship. But, it suck that you and I have to fuck so many people. When the only person I want my dick in is you. Plus, all the other guys... they are starting to act to weird. It's hard holding a conversation with them. They aren't the same" I replied

"Oh yeah that is weird. Maybe it has to do with how we aged the least. I mean we are still in our mid 20s. We got off easy. Compared to those guys. The only real changes our are new hot bodies. Luckily we didn't end up in the harem, too." He said.

"Yeah, we are lucky; our situation could have been a lot worst. But that's the scary part. We don't know what's going to happen. Mr. Black could rearrange our roles at any second. We might not stay like this forever." I replied

"What are you fuckin serious ... I ... I ... don't...?" He fumbled.

"Look at me..." I got up and leaned him on my body. His head looked up at me. "I was thinking about this ... I wanna propose something to you ... uh, so here it is ... runaway with me. Let's leave this boat. Let's take one of the life boats. Start a new life together. What do you say?"

"What your fucking crazy. We can't just leave. What if Mr. Blacks magic can still reach us. What if he changes us? What if he makes us hate each other." He panicked.

"You can't think like that. We are stronger then his magic. We gotta be. Our love is so pure. We fucking love each other. We're strong enough to face anything he throws at us." I said before leaning down to give Eric a kiss.

Eric looked at me, with tears in his eyes. "Okay ... let's do. Get your stuff and go to the life boat, I'll meet you there."

I got up and hurried to leave the room. I looked back and smiled at Eric. With anxiety in his eyes, he weakly smiled back.

Time passed and I waited at the life boat. "Well look what he have here. A deserter." I whipped my head to look at Mr. Black. Behind him was Eric. "I'm sorry, I started think about what you were saying. I ... I can't risk losing this body. So, after you left, I went to Mr. Black and made a deal. I turned you in and Mr. Black promised to let me keep this body forever." He cried, as tears rolled down his face.

Last night, I was locked into a cage. And, now. I'm stranded on an island. day. Mr. Black left me a note. (Maybe some isolation will fix that strong willed mind of yours. And, DON'T THINK ABOUT LEAVING. You are on an uncharted island, away from any flight or ship paths and I don't think that new body of yours will survive being stranded in the middle of the ocean.)

New body, what is he talking about? But my body is still sore from the beating he ordered the other guys to give me. I'm starting to feel a lot worst, actually. My head it's spinning. My body feels fucking tired. I think ... I'm about to ... about ... abou to pass... pas

Wha ... what the fuck happened to me. I'm a old fat hairy man, now. Is this part of the punishment. The island ... what's that smell. I'm following it. It's coming from this tree. The apples. And apple tree on an island? It smells good. I'm not hungry but I could go for a bite. Yes this is fucking good. But now, I'm getting sleepy. Maybe, I'll just rest my mind.

What the fuck, I just woke up. Wasn't I just awake. How long has it been. Oh look an apple, I could go for a bite.

Shit, I was a sleep again. What's that noise. Eric, Simon, Thomas all you guys. You look normal. How did you turn back? How did you get here? Why aren't you guys moving? Why won't you say anything? What's in your hands? An apple ... I could go for a bite

Shit...shit I'm awake, where am I. Why can't I remember my past. Who were my family. What was I like as a person. I can still remember the boys. I see them. I hear them. But, I know they are on a boat. Why are they here? What am I laying on. An apple ... I could go for a bite.

Why is the happeningg to me!!!? How long have I been here. I deserted the boys. Theit ghost are haunting me. I broke our brotherhood. I want to be back on the boat. I need to be back on the boat

But, was any of that ever real. Or, has it all been part of this hallucination. Did, I make up it all up. Was the boat ever real or am I crazy? It has to be real right. It has to. But, It should have been back by now. How long have I've been here? Hey! An apple ... I could go for a bite...

[gildedmuse]

Wait. Wait. Hold on just a minute....

Is ... Is Killer not a nickname?

Like... This would seem to indicate that his epithet is Murder Machine. I mean, I've been sort of assuming Killer was precisely the kind of nickname people gave you if you went around just murdering the hell out of folks. Apparently this guy is so good at what he does (killing) they went ahead and added "Murder Machine" to the front of that.

And, yes, Killer could still be a nickname, but I would think part of the purpose of earning a pirate epithet, apart from just being bitchin', is that it imparts some information about their character we couldn't easily gleam for ourselves.

Strawhat: That's a identifiable physical feature. Incredibly helpful if you're introduced to an unknown pirate for the first time, especially if the situation makes formal greetings difficult (like a battlefield, or an all you can eat buffet).

Surgeon Of Death: This gives us information both about his occupation (doctor) and how good he is at it (not very - one star. Avoid if possible.)

Pirate Hunter: I mean, okay, this is outdated but still helpful because if you are a bad pirate or if he has boarded your ship accidentally, you should probably run.

Cotton Candy Lover: This is just an undisputable fact and good to know, because who doesn't want to give cotton candy to Chopper?

Point is, if a dude is named Killer, I already have a good sense of his recreational hobbies. Adding Murder Machine doesn't help me. I see a few distinct possibilities:

A failure of the Pirate Home Affairs Office. I assume they do the epithet work. I know you only took this office job to hold you over until your music career takes off but at least try, you guys.

Spoiler Alert: he is a robot and the epithet is in fact a really good one.

His side hobby is participating in Robot Wars and he is actually a top ranked competitor in the south sea division, so it's an entirely legitimate, informative addition to his name.

This is a case of "So Nice They Named It Twice" only instead of niceness it's murder.

Also, despite this epithet seeming to indicate that this guy is total psychopath, based on the two scenes we've seen him in before this, I still feel like he is the rational one between him and his equally poorly epithet'ed captain, Captain Eustass "Captain" Kid. I mean, he speaks and acts the most rationally of the four in this very scene! So....

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Can anyone tell me why I love Jewelry Bonney?

Keep in mind, I have seen her character all of three times as of right now. So far she has eaten some pizza, jumped on Zoro, gotten captured, and I guess gone somewhere snowy. Yet just now when she appeared after they pretty much announced, "hey we're about to do a section on the worst generation" my immediate thought was, "Ah, yeah! One of the good ones!" When actually it should have been, "Ah one of the ones I know little to nothing about. So any of them other than Luffy, Zoro and Law."

And, of course, Killer (for instance, did you know he is a ranked competitor in the south seas division of Robot War?)

Oh man, it's like they heard me and gave me just a taste so I'd hold on hope.

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I'll give Capone this. He dresses his crew damn well. Look at those stylish suits and nice trenchcoats. It makes the Strawhats look like a bunch of chaotic kids. Which is precisely what they are so... Fair.

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First, are other Supernovas legally allowed to eat pizza? I would have thought Jewelry had a trademark on that.

Second, I often bitch to my brother about the lack of creativity in jolly rogers, epithets, and crew names of some of the groups (to the point that whenever we see a plain skull and crossbones we now call them a member of The Pirate Pirates). Well, none of that applies to Scratchman Apoo here. Roar Of The Sea is a bitching epithet and the On-Air Pirates is an adorable crew name.

However, all that shit I just said to Mr. Murder Machine up there, don't think it doesn't apply to you just because you nailed the naming of one thing and got lucky with the epithet committee. The only reason your epithet isn't Scratchman is because it is apparently.... Your name? Your title? I don't know.

Is DJ a titled position among the Long Arm Tribe and even if so, does that mean like Law's name is actually Surgeon of Death Dr. Trafalgar Law. Is it a surname? Like has his family been in the DJ trade for generations? How does this work?

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It's nice that the press made sure all three of these guys got professional photographers out there for their offical Wanted posters. I mean, they all look great. This is apparently where the Pirates Home Affairs Office is spending the bulk of it's resources. Getting career criminals good sides.

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