#proud pirate daddy

[sleepystede]

Pirate Daddy bringing us wholesome messaging and a hopeful outlook for OFMD to be picked up by another platform??? Happy Saturday, my loves!

Plus, we're his friends 😭😭😭

[edscuntyeyeshadow]

sobbing uncontrollably

[breathing-the-same-air]

This is so awesome😍

Also crying so much at that last sentence 😭 What a wonderful kind of magic has happened where fans and producers/cast/writers/executives have truly become the same family. Our crew.

Chaos Dad got to visit and sent us a message ❤️

[bipherpol]

i have come to the alarming realization that i cannot do cp9+asl fic on the grounds that them being siblings means that cp9 probably would teach all three of them what they know and can you imagine those three idiots with the stupid cipher pol six powers skills

[choccy-milky]

finally drew clora and seb's kids!!🙌🙌

Celeste Sallow: OK THIS IS THE NAME IM SUPER PROUD OF BAHAHA because not only does the name celeste relate to the stars (in typical ravenclaw fashion...clora picked the name) but celeste sallow is also an alliteration. BUT, its an alliteration that begins with a C, which means clora gets to match with celeste in the form of both of their names starting with a C, whereas sebastian gets to match with celeste because both of their names are an alliteration/they're alliteration allies🥹ITS THE BEST OF BOTH WORLDS!🥳

Lewis Sallow: as for lewis, if you've read my fic then you know that seb has a vendetta against names that start with an L bahaha, but 'lewis' was actually HIS idea. when celeste was born, seb wanted to find a muggle story to read to her, since clora's favourite story is ALSO a muggle one (sherlock), and he wanted to stick with tradition. so he ended up finding alice in wonderland, which he loved because of how adventurous and clever alice was and of how much she reminded him of clora and celeste (both personality and looks wise). it became his favourite for those reasons, to the point that when they had lewis, sebastian overcame his L-name hatred by naming their son after lewis carroll.

Houses: celeste could have been sorted into either gryffindor or slytherin, but ultimately ends up in slytherin because she wants to be like seb. kinda like how clora also probably could have been in gryffindor, tbh. as for lewis.....him being 10000% in ravenclaw doesnt need any explanation BAHA, just look at him.

Appearance: since clora has a tiny bit of veela blood in her, thats obvs passed down to their kids, too, and so they mostly take after her as a result of it. but there's still little bits of seb that shine through in each of the kids: for lewis its his brown curly hair, and for celeste its her complexion/freckles. and the fact that celeste looks so similar to clora only doubles up sebastian's stress/protective instincts when he watches her BAHAH. he's ofc still proud that she takes after him so closely, but seb also cant deny that he wishes it had been their SON that had taken after him instead, to keep her out of danger.

Celeste & Lewis: for celeste and lewis’ relationship, celeste is a super proud big sister, and treats lewis kinda like how seb treats clora. if there's anything that needs to be done, she offers to do it for him. and although she doesn’t have the patience to read stories herself, she loves playing outside and having lewis read to her in the background, and loves to act out/use his stories to fuel her imagination. and lewis makes sure to pick stories that he KNOWS she’ll like (which mostly involve heroic and daring feats of adventurers or pirates. he's tried to read more classic fairytales and romances to her a few times, but celeste always gets bored). she loves to draw though, so sometimes when lewis reads books that have no pictures, she'll draw them herself.

Celeste & Seb/Clora: celeste is a daddy's girl LOL and always tries to impress seb with the stuff she does, especially after hearing how HE was at her age, and so its half to impress and half because shes competitive that she wants to do the same/be just as good. and seb always gets a kick out of hearing her feats in the crossed wands club, or in defense against the dark arts class, and he also goads her on, telling her she'll have to do better than that if she wants to be as good as HE was. and whenever celeste gets detention, clora always stresses and asks why, whereas seb just tries to keep the smirk off his face. as for celeste and clora, clora also reads to celeste, and bakes and cooks with her, which is something celeste actually likes doing. not only because it keeps her busy and she likes to help and get messy in general, but also because she likes the fact that it results in good food afterwards LOL, and constantly asks when things can be taken out of the oven. also, for as tomboy-y as celeste is, she honestly doesn't mind/likes the clothing that clora puts her in and likes when clora dresses her up, bc it makes her look like one of the princesses from the storybooks, and it just amuses her more than anything else. once she enters hogwarts, though, its mostly trousers. but she still DOES like the occasional girly clothing.

Lewis & Seb/Clora: lewis is a momma's boy LOL and unlike celeste, doesnt care about duelling or of proving himself or anything like that, and is only concerned with stories and his future studies. so ofc clora had to show him sherlock, which he naturally loved. it even inspired lewis to want to write his own stories, so that he could challenge his own skill and see if he could, but also because he wants his mom to read them, and likes the idea of writing his own sherlock-esque story with equations and mysteries to be solved that he can offer her. lewis also wants to write a book for celeste as well, bc although he wont admit it, he basically wants to write a story tailor-made for her and her interests. one that he thinks will have everything she’d love in it. and part of it is genuinely because he WANTS to do it for her, but the other part of it is also for his ego, and to see if he CAN write a compelling story, and write something that would actually get THE hyperactive celeste to sit down and read it in its entirety (not to mention of her own volition). as for with seb, lewis looks up to him more than anyone else, due to how well-rounded he is and how hes so good at practical stuff AND studying, and he kinda sees seb as a main character/protagonist from one of his books, and uses sebastian as inspiration for his own stories. if hes stuck on what he thinks the dashing main character should do next, he'll ask his dad what HE would do, which results in seb getting very weird questions that he nonetheless is always happy to answer. also, when lewis is older and finally learns the full story of what happened with clora and seb and ranrok and rookwood, he writes their story in novel form, except he just changes their names/some of the details, and it becomes a best seller LOL. and i didnt know where to put this, but the four of them all read a story before bed every night, with lewis in the middle and seb and clora on either side of him. though celeste stands at the foot of the bed, basically doing a charade/mime show of what theyre reading, and putting on a little play to go along with it BAHHA.

OK thats all i can think of for now ive yapped enough😩 if youve read all of this ur a real one.... ive also considered giving them a 3rd (and last) child, which would be a boy that looks exactly like seb, and seb would just be praying like please.....let this son take after me🧎‍♂️🙏 BAHHA

[innerfare]

Smutty Beckman Headcanons 

Summary: A collection of NSFW headcanons for Benn Beckman

Genre: pure smut

CW: big dick Beckman, daddy kink, marathon runner Beckman, sloppy kisses, bondage, mating press

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Daddy. Don’t even bother calling him anything else. 

Doesn’t view hookups as ideal. Deep down, he’s a kind and sensitive man who forms attachments and values loyalty. Nevertheless, he avoids relationships, realizing that getting close to a woman simply isn’t fair considering who he is and the danger that comes with it. Tends not to indulge in trysts unless he’s desperate. 

When he does finally choose someone, he usually has quite a bit of pent energy up to let out. Much more of a marathon runner than a sprinter. Sex with him is nightly and all night. He's not into quickies, though he'll agree to one if there's no other choice (typically prefers oral sex for quickies though).

Is so bad at being selfish. Despite Shanks’ insistence that one night stands are not supposed to last more than thirty minutes, Beckman simply cannot stop and go. As such, he has quite the reputation with the ladies on the islands the crew visits repeatedly. 

Has the biggest dick on the Red Force, which is another reason he's not one for quick one night stands. It's simply unfair not to go down on his partner before putting his dick in them. Even if he wanted to be selfish, he couldn't be.

He doesn’t want to share- no threesomes, no exhibitionism, no voyeurism, not even a few words uttered to Shanks when his captain asks for details. There aren’t many secrets on a pirate ship, but he’ll square up with anyone who tries to find out the details of his sex life. The only info the crew gets are from swooning partners who rave about him.  

The crew knows better than to go after one of Beckman's old partners. Once a Beckman girl, always a Beckman girl. If they get married after sleeping with him and then he returns to their island, well... divorce might just follow for one more night with the first mate of the Red Hair Pirates.

Loves it when you feel him up, especially if you sit in his lap while you do it. Neck, chest, shoulders, arms, hands, and all of it over again. His favorite is when you get annoyed with his clothing and order him to take off his shirt. He always likes to imagine teasing you in this scenario, but as soon as you demand he strip down, he obliges. 

Size kink. Wants to be able to wrap his hands around your thighs and waist like you're his little doll. Won't bully you with his size, though (not too much, at least). A little into choking, but he doesn't squeeze very hard; it's just about the size of his hand on your throat for him.

Loves a sensual blowjob, the kind where you squeeze his calves and rub his abdomen and suck slowly on his balls. But also the kind where you choke on his massive cock and he dabs the tears from the corner of your eyes.

He'll talk dirty to you, especially when you suck him off, telling you that you're such a good girl, doing such a good job, he's so proud of you, etc. Again, the man's daddy af.

Biting and licking are all fine and good, but he loves kisses- sloppy kisses on the mouth, that thing you do where you kiss his lips and then kiss his cheek immediately after, sweet kisses on his biceps and pecs, you get the idea. 

Enjoys tying you up, usually binding your hands with his belt. Also keeps a coil of rope in his bedroom if he wants to get creative with it. He especially likes binding your hands and then fucking you against the wall so you're depending completely on him to hold you up.

Favorite position (by a long shot) is a mating press. He wants you folded up underneath him, unable to move and completely at his mercy. He’s a deep stroke kind of guy, too.

That being said, he really enjoys it when you ride him slowly. He wants to sit back against the headboard with his massive hands on your waist, watching you roll your hips against his and struggling to take his full length. When you're in this position, he'll smoke a cigarette, sometimes shotgunning the smoke into your open mouth.

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[alexa-fika]

hey I love your writing so much I had an idea but I’m not good at making stories so the other day I remember that when I was little I used to run a lot so I fell from a boat and you know I was swimming away while my parents almost got a heart attack how about a child reader with red haired pirates it would be funny , only if you want you don’t need to do it have a nice day or night

Take off (Red haired pirates x m!child!reader)

A/N Here we go, guys can you believe this is the last of the requests from APRIL like that’s so crazy to me, I want to take you for all of the requests and for trusting me to bring them to life

Reader here is replaced by Dokucha which stands for Readerin Japanese

Dividers by @/saradika

The Red forced was the same as always, with lively chatter among the crewmates as they partied over their newest conquests, not taking their eyes off the child running along the Deck

“What has got you this happy, Dokucha?” Lucky piped in, taking a bite from his chicken and laughing merrily at the young boy

“Uncle Shanks found a plane in the loot!” He cheered, waiving around said toy around

“Why did they even have toys? The crew didn’t have any children on them,” Limejuice questioned, downing down a mug of beer

“The crew was big on woodwork; they had a couple of pieces here and there littered on the loot,” Shanks answered, joining the group with his own mug in his hand, his first mate not far behind

Dokucha grinned, ignoring their chatter as they launched the toy, beaming as it glided around and rode on the same wind that pulled the Red Force along

“Dokucha, watch where you are going!” Yassop called as the child ran behind the plane, trying to take hold of it

“Don’t w-

His words die out as the floor disappears behind him, and they quite literally run themselves out of the ship. The last thing he heard was the scream of his name as he made an impact with the water, another splash following after his

He gripped onto Beckman’s similarly soaking clothes as he pulled himself over the side of the deck

“Im sorry, Daddy,” he cried, hugging him tighter and sobbing into Beckman’s already drenched shirt as they both sat on the Deck, Hongo crouching in front of the two, checking over the boy, the rest of the crew crowding around the two much to the displeasure of the first mate, a glance to his captain was all the latter needed to quickly dismiss them, leaving only the officers littering the deck

“Everything seems in order; no water seems to have entered the lungs, and no damage from the impact; next time, make sure you pay attention to where you’re running, okay?” He asked, giving Dokucha a small smile as he ruffled his hair and took his leave

Teary eyes glance up at his father, trying to gauge his emotions

He sighed, turning them around on his lap so that they were facing him, as he wiped the tears from the boy, his own dripping hand not making much difference

“I saw the dive you did before you hit the water,” he comments, giving up in the action as he recalls the safety position he had seen them take before colliding with the water

“You told me to do it if I ever fell in the water.”

“You did well; you had good reflexes as well; now we just need to practice keeping our eyes on the path,” he said softly, rubbing his knuckles against his cheeks

“You’re not mad?”

“We’re pirates; we’re going to have our slops from time to time; everyone here has fallen to the water at least once, though not everyone was as gentle as you, ain’t that right, Punch?”

The latter lets cackles as he happily takes over the small boy as he recalls the less-than-proud moments from the crew

“You know, Monster here once fell overboard; you should have seen the little rascal. It was like watching a b….

Beck watches his son regain his previous demeanor at Punch’a stories go on, and he heads to his quarters to replace the now flimsy box of cigarettes lost to the sea

“Shanks,” he called

“Hm?”

“You are banned from giving any Toys to Dokucha.”

“W-What, come on, Beck! We can talk about it,” the captain whined, following after his vice-captain

Uncle privileges revocked 😂

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[hang-on-lil-tomato]

love this so much!

David Jenkins on the set of Our Flag Means Death

[edandstede]

jenks changing his twitter and insta bios to “proud pirate daddy” has just renewed my fire tenfold, let’s get our damned show back 🦄 🏴‍☠️

[thevirtualvalentine]

TAPE SEVEN : BOTTOMS UP !

SET SCRIPT : “for your birthday, shanks decide it’s time to take you out for taste testing so you can know your limits, who else better to invite than mihawk? the man you’ve had a crush on for years, who is coincidentally your dads best friend. “

MATURE WARNING(S) : AGE GAP (legal, but continue at your own risk), mihawk is readers “uncle” because of how close he is to shanks, reader is shanks daughter, alcohol consumption, smut, emotional manipulation, cowgirl, hair pulling, unprotected sex, afab!reader, reader is referred to as a mouse and, “little one”, biting, unrealistic and dramatized sexual relationships.

DIRECTORS CUT : the person who requested this actually deactivated … thus I had to come up with something a little wicked in their memory. Enjoy. 🖤

Your 21st birthday was an occasion you’d never forget.

For the first twenty years of your life, you were surrounded by vast amounts of alcohol. Your father, a notorious pirate, celebrated every occasion with a truly lavish party and days of drinking. He ensured that you would have no part in it, not even a single drop.

You love him and appreciate your father for protecting you, but at times it felt he was like a helicopter dad suffocating you with his affections. His attempts at trying to shelter you from the world only made you that much more curious.

It was suspected to be grand, a large party with your friends and maybe some you didn’t know. All you did know was, you wanted to be wasted for the occasion. Then, your dad informs you that he and Uncle Mihawk prepared a special treat for the day.

Your heart threatens to leap out of your chest at the mention of him, “what’d you have planned?” You ask, perched on your bed rocking back and forth. Anticipation eats at you in the form of digging in your nail beds.

He was your dad’s best friend, but it didn’t stop the heat from rising to your face thinking about him being there. It’s not like he’d pay attention to you anyway, those cold eyes always so bored as he accompanies your invigorated dad around.

“Wine tasting with your old man! And Uncle Mihawk, I guess, but doesn’t that sound fun honey?” He clamors in the doorway. Resting his weight on its frame as he prattles on and on about the reservations, drinks, and location.

Supposedly, it was a personal recommendation to him by your Uncle, he tends to have expensive tastes. Whereas Shanks, your dad, can do with bottom-of-the-barrel ale that fucks you up thoroughly.

What an idiot. He really has not the faintest clue about you, or anything going on around him. He still sees you like his little girl, “of course Daddy, sounds like fun.”

Perhaps your outfit was a little over the top, a single strap keeping the snug-fitting gown hoisted to your voluptuous chest. The sequence makes it look beautiful and flattering in whatever light you choose to stand in. You got whatever you wanted, the world was in the palm of your hand.

“Very pretty, sweetheart,” your proud father says kissing the top of your head. Although it seems to remind him of someone, the top of your dress is a dark maroon color before fading into black. He takes your arm in his, fending you from any wandering eyes on the way to your destination.

Punctual and precise, your Uncle has already beaten you both there. Grabbing the table as you are ushered in by the hostess. The usual scowl of disappointment lay across his sharp face in annoyance at a lack of time management, usual for your Father.

“Sorry we’re late, ms. I-can’t-leave-without-perfect-hair was doin’ just that,” he jokes awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck while pushing in your seat.

At this, your Uncle's scowl softens into something lighter, after all, he could never blame you. “I see, it’s no problem then.”

You squirm in your velvet seat, unnerved by the fact he won’t look at or even talk to you. For an occasion all about you, it was starting to feel like a magnifying glass was over your every move in a bad way. You'd be eaten alive by nerves.

Enough, you down the first set of drinks lining the table not bothering to read what it is. “She takes after you I presume,” Dracule laughs lightly, amused that you chose a smoother drink, something that he picked with you in mind.

“Woah, careful honey you don’t wanna drink too much now,” Shanks' nervous laughter ignited a rebellious streak in you. Guzzling another hefty drink of your glass in defiance. You’re not sure what for, but it did give you a kick seeing your old man unsure of whether to praise or reprimand you.

The night continued with sensual jazz music and background chatter from other patrons, your uncle only adding blurbs to conversations and you wish he would pay attention to you. You hadn't realized when the buzz started but now that it has, it’s strong. Growing each time you think about dragging your foot up his leg…

“So, do tell Little One. How does it feel?” A simmering pot can just as well boil over if the right amount of heat is applied. His voice dark and smooth just like his drink.

“I guess I don’t see what all the fuss is about,” you lie. Tangible heat working its way up your face and down your core. Testing the waters, a leg darts out from the slit in your dress to nudge his.

“Why don’t we get you home then,” he points to your dad, “it would seem he’s had too much to drink.” Maybe you did too, why on earth would you try something like that? Your head spins as Uncle Mihawk (of course) covers the bill and slugs your dad over his shoulder.

It’s hushed on the way back, deafeningly so as regret hung around you like a plague. You didn’t follow him when he put your dad to bed, opting to sit on the couch as you cleared your brain fog with a glass of water.

“Enjoying yourself?” He asks, throwing his textile overcoat on the back of a chair. His hasty proximity startles you, forcing you to meet his glowing hawk-esque eyes in the dimly lit room.

You relax into the cushion, sensing no harmful intent as you mellowly melt into the couch. “Hardly, I feel like my head's spinn—”'

“No,” he cuts you off succinctly, “I meant throwing yourself at me,” oh, so he did notice. The swiftness of shame marred your body harsher than his words.

All you can do is stare down at your hands as he scans your every move from across the living room. The liquor is heavy on your tongue as you debate simply coming clean altogether. “It didn’t start out that way,” you confess.

Maybe some part of him did know, but he allows you to continue. His silence is the only way you know he’s actually there.

“I just…” you try to think coherently, years of feelings, pining, and shame boiling into one word, “admire you.”

Despite you being older now, his eyes still felt just as punitive. At least you had been honest, maybe now it would rid you of these irrational feelings.

Would his expression reveal anything? You meekly peek up to find him … smiling. He beckons you to move with two tugs of his finger, not having to say anything.

Warmth shoots right through your veins, powering every sinful move of your body towards him. You had so many questions but for some reason, you can’t seem to care about that when he’s asking for you right here, right now.

Like a wee mouse, you fall for his trap as he whisks you into his sturdy lap. “So young and impressionable, what would your father say if he saw you like this?” The thought has you writhing on top of him, trying to stop the shame that takes over you in waves.

But he doesn’t let you, holding you there, making you wallow in your filth without doing anything to you. Because it’s always been you, chasing after him, watching him, and now dragging your growing heat on his pants to feel some sick kind of relief.

Your head spins, blinded by the devotion that’s been festering inside you. Now, you’ll be selfish, taking from him what you need.

“Kiss me,” you command, hungrily chasing his mouth and stuffing any rejections into the back of his throat with your tongue. It’s warm, wet, and consuming. You can’t stop, lapping up more of him in your drunken haze.

He doesn’t prevent you, doesn’t say anything, yet now it all makes sense. His silence is your answer, the hawk has been caught in the mouse's trap.

Dracule helps you to roll your hips on top of him, composure giving lightly with each revolution. It’s wrong and he knows it, his best friend is only 20 feet down the hall from where he’s letting you (his daughter) have your way with him.

It’s hot and fast, your hands seem to race for his belt needy for him. He’s needy too, raising his hips to pull down his pants enough to slip inside you with ease.

The chair creaks and gives as you rise to mount him down to the balls. “You want me so why don’t you just say it, right Uncle Mihawk? You want to fuck me so why not just come clean yourself.”

It’s true. He knows it’s true. That’s why he can’t decline you, can’t bring himself to push you off him to spare you from the mistake you’re going to make. Instead, he kisses you and it tastes ravenous, his hands glide along the smooth fabric of your dress to tug you down himself.

Moaning in unison at his blunt intrusion into your slippery heat. “Is this what you wanted Little One, for me to make you feel full?” Conviction even lost to his own ears, pathetically trying to remain in command of the situation.

“Yes, yes, yes yes yes—” you utterly whine into the crook of his neck, hell-bent on getting your fill. Up and down you go trying to make him proud now that he’s finally noticed you.

You’re so happy, overcome with endorphins while you ride him in your family living room. Acknowledging that fact only makes your tight cunt well… tighter. He can feel your walls throbbing on him trying to tell him something.

He answers your silent plea for more, spreading the globes of your ass apart and planting himself deeper. The sweet noise you make creates an urge for him to hear more of that from you. “I’ve got you,” he says, and while it should be sweet there is nothing more appalling.

The man you’ve always wanted to notice you is currently serving you, and it lights something sinister inside you as you take him faster and faster over the edge.

“Mhm fuck, wait—,” his abs tense while his cock twitches helplessly. You feel incredible, sliding over him like a perfectly fitting fleshlight.

“Uh uh.” He’s nervous that you can hear the sounds of sex bouncing off the walls, what if Shanks heard you two? As much as that thought should have frightened him, it thrilled him.

His hands find your hair as he strains to thread his fingers through it, pulling you to an abrupt stop. You wince in pain at the sheer force of his grip and his full length being crammed inside you. You try to stutter out words but it’s useless, he’s in control again.

You’re so disgustingly needy that he thinks he likes you.

Deep, slow, punctuated thrusts in your cunt have you grasping his forearms for support as he blows a hole in your stomach. It feels good like this, your back unnaturally arched while he shows you heaven on earth. “Gods, Dracule, please just make me cum,” you beg.

He groans at the way you moan his name, muffling himself by biting your exposed throat and giving you what you want. Muttering obscenity after obscenity into your skin while grinding his pelvis deliciously upwards.

It’s messy, but it gets the job done, coating his thighs in your essence when you cum. Even after you finished you still wanted more from him. Unsatisfied with just one measly round, plus you wanted to make him finish.

“Come home with me then, little mouse.” Yet another trap, but maybe this time you’ll just be honest about wanting to be caught.

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[ourfag]

“stede doesn’t remind me of my dad at all” thinks ed. “if i had daddy issues i’d have attached myself to somebody totally different” thinks ed. it’s not like izzy or hornigold count because those guys were coworkers. that’s just a pirate’s life for you. anyway that’s not important what’s important is the fact that the way his heart feels like a little bird fluttering around in circles when stede does something like tell him he’s proud of him or carry him to bed when he’s too tired to get up or pull him into his lap when he wakes up from a nightmare can’t possibly have anything to do with daddy issues, because his dad never even did any of those things for him,

[the-kr8tor]

KATY AGAIN, CONGRATULATIONS, HONESTLY I FEEL LIKE A PROUD LITTLE SISTER 🥳🤭💕💕 , YOU'VE COME SO FAR, I KNEW YOU COULD DO IT! I just wished I'd met you sooner, then I could call myself an og 💪 *sigh*

Feel free to ignore my rec if you have no inspiration, or there are other recs that need tending to 🥺

Can I get a ❣️ shaped bottle full to the brim of epsom salt and Baby's breath, please! - a short fluffy drabble consisting of the twins helping their father out during his day to day tasks on the ship

Thank you ml ❤️❤️ you're an honorary og in my heart 🩷

Pairing: Pirate! Hobie Brown x fem! Reader

Word count: 3k

Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, cw pregnancy talk, cw food mentions, dad! Hobie, mom! Reader, an au of my BDAS series, Billie and Ramona AU, Twins AU. Fluff!

Katy's one year celebration 🎉

“Wake up, guppies.” Hobie whispers, hands placed on Billie and Mona's shoulders, rocking them awake. It's easier when they prefer to sleep on the same bed even though they have their own right next to each other. He traces each of their noses, and they wiggle it in their half sleep state. “Thought you two wanted to help the captain today?”

Ramona is the first one to wake up, yawning, similar grey eyes cracking open. “Hi, dad.” She gives him a soft smile that Hobie reciprocates.

“Hello, guppy.” He gently rubs away sand from her sleepy eyes. “Good dream?”

“Yes, it was the mermaid dream again.” She whispers, ever so polite. “Bee and I were reading under the water while you and mum were making us hot chocolate.”

Hobie tilts his head with endearment. “How could you read underwater when the books would get wet?”

Her eyes shine, “mermaid magic.”

“I wouldn't have thought that, lovie.” She giggles, stretching on the mattress. Her hand smacks Billie to wake, groaning and frowning while she stirs.

Hobie senses an early tantrum. “G’morning, shark.”

She smiles at the ‘menacing’ nickname. Crisis averted. “Morning, daddy.” Turning towards Mona, she flicks her bicep. “You hit me.”

“Sorry, mon.”

Again, Hobie senses a fight. He's getting good at this. “What did you dream ‘bout, guppy?” He tucks away curls that have fallen in front of her face. That seemed to soften the twins away from fighting.

“I dreamed that grandad Miguel visited us on the ship and he was wearing a duck costume.”

“A duck costume?” Hobie and Mona ask at the same time.

Billie giggles with a shrug, “maybe he likes ducks.”

Hobie chuckles, too loudly. He quickly twists around to check on you. Thankfully, you still lay asleep, drooling on the pillow. Satisfied, he returns his attention towards his girls. “You two know the drill. Get dressed, brush your teeth—”

“And eat breakfast, then help the crew and captain dad.” They finish his sentence for him with a grin, twin telepathy working its magic.

He gives them a proud smile, patting each of their cheeks. “That's my girls.”

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All three of them sit and eat outside with the ever rambunctious crew. Loaves of bread are being tossed around as people ask for them, jams are passed to and fro while Billie and Mona happily chatter with Yuri and Ned. Hobie smiles as the sun shines down on the long table, everything seems perfect with only Gwen, Miles, Pavitr and a handful of the crew with them are away on the second ship. The twins miss them dearly but after a few restless nights of them bawling their eyes out, they're counting down the days until they return back on the main ship.

The only person who isn't miles away but is very much missed on the breakfast table is you. Hobie resists the urge to wake you up, to pepper your face with saccharine kisses until you wake. But you need the sleep, especially that you're carrying the youngest crew member in your growing belly.

After breakfast, Billie and Mona help take down the dishes to the galley where Finn waits for each plate and utensil with a mountain of patience since the tiny crew members could only carry two plates at a time with some help from James. And James distracts them a lot with his stories. One time, Finn has been waiting for the next batch of dishes to be brought down, only to find the trio sitting on the stairs while James turns into their personal storyteller. Thankfully this time though, the only hang up is that Billie and Mona have small legs that don't cover much ground. With the combined help of James and Hobie (even though he needed to talk to Yuri) helped with the dishes.

Next on the agenda is a meeting with his navigator and a few of the crew members inside the captain's office. The twins seem to hate this only thing on the schedule. They sit and wait, and wait some more. With boredom etched on their faces, Ned had a brilliant idea to place a blanket down over a free table where the girls could hang out with their books, toys and drawing notebooks that Miles gifted them. Their giggles and own meeting about which biscuit is the best can be heard under the table while Hobie talks about strategy, he couldn't help but smile the entire meeting. Now it's their favourite part of the day until they see you awake that is.

Hobie brought them back on the deck with the sole purpose of teaching them how to tie knots. Or rather, they begged him to teach them. His calloused hands tie a simple ribbon around a bannister using a silk ribbon instead of the usual rough rope so that their hands wouldn't be irritated by it. His mind wanders back to the day that he first taught you how to properly secure a knot, it seems like forever ago now. But it's not so much a distant memory for him everytime he looks at you, and traces the scars on your palms— it's as if it happened just yesterday.

Waking up from his thoughts of you, he turns around to check on their progress. “Let's see what you've done then.” He's greeted by Mona's curly hair tied around the silky ribbon while Billie's curls are almost identical to hers. All tied around a cute ribbon. Though the pigtails are a bit wonky, they look absolutely adorable. He wishes that Miles could draw the moment so that he could show you later.

“Did we do good?” Mona smiles hopefully, Billie gives her dad the biggest, most adorable grin that could rival the brightness of the sun. Upon seeing this, Mona does the same, even making her eyelashes flutter. A trick that she must've gotten from you.

Hobie crouches down to their height, hands running along their hair and checking the neat ribbons. Surprisingly, they're pretty good at it. Wait till you hear your daughters are better at tying ribbons than you.

He exhales to compose himself from all the cuteness lest he scoops them up in his arms and scream into the sea, telling neptune himself at how adorable his children are.

“Brilliant, you're both brilliant.” They giggle, puffing their chests proudly.

Lo and behold, Hobie still scoops them up in his arms, giving them a squeeze. Both girls shriek happily, legs kicking about as Hobie rises to his full height. He has an idea, which might make Ned pop a blood vessel.

“How about we steer the ship?” Their eyes widened, excited screeching echoing around the deck as they nod furiously.

—

You wake up to the quiet lull of the sea. Waves lapping at the great ship, wood creaking, and blankets falling off your body when a tall wave meets the side of the ship. Water splashes against the porthole, stirring you awake further.

“—Bie?” Your throat scratches with sleep, eyes still heavy as you pat his side of the bed. “Hobie?” Finding it cold and empty, you prop yourself up by your elbows, sniffing at the cool air. “Billie? Mona?” Looking over your girls' toddler beds, you disappointedly find them both empty.

Their rooms aren't quite ready yet according to their standards, the walls aren't pink enough, and their desks aren't big enough. But you and Hobie think that they're still a little bit afraid of sleeping in their own room without the comforting presence of their mum and dad. You don't mind it at all, you also don't think you can sleep without their soft snores across the room. They are still your babies after all.

It's not unusual to find the captain's quarters devoid of your little family, not when both girls are starting to get used to their sea legs after spending the first three years of their life waddling around the shores of your shared home. They were beyond ecstatic when you and Hobie told them that it's the right time to go back to sailing the seas, something that you thought that they wouldn't even care about. But of course they would be excited, after all, their father is the greatest pirate to ever sail the seven seas (according to him and his girls.)

They're very much at home on the ship, so much so that they always wake up their ‘captain dad’ so they could help him with his morning routine even before breakfast is served. Hobie also loves being back, it's like he has never left the embrace of the tides.

Hobie has been a great sport the entire time, whenever the girls would cry about motion sickness or throwing tantrums when they want to climb up on the crow’s nest (because if aunt Yuri can do it, so can they!) he would be there helping you calm them down. Even though he hates waking up before the sun is barely peeking over the horizon, he loves it when he wakes up to his girls' smiling faces. There's nothing better than stirring awake with their little hands patting his face until they ultimately give up and use their feet to kick his legs. The girls would wake you up too but with you carrying the newest crew member in your bump, they're opting to just wake up their dad for now. Hobie has managed to convince the girls that you needed twice the amount of sleep because of the baby. Or managed to swindle them with hot chocolate in the morning, based on the fact that whenever you kiss each of them good morning, they always smell like the sweet drink.

You swing your legs at the end of the bed, socked feet padding along the room to grab your sweater, (or Hobie's old sweater for that matter) after changing and washing your face with the water basin, you head off towards the upper deck. Knowing that they're running along the floors trying to take the mop from James, who refuses to give up his job to a couple of four year olds. Walking along the corridors doesn't leave you winded just yet, you can still see your foot if you look down despite the bump. You have no idea if you can traverse the large ship once you hit the stage of having a stomach as big as a watermelon instead of the coconut sized belly you're strutting around with.

Passing along the galley, you pause at the open doorway, seeing Finn make pie crusts has you wanting to stay and help out. And by help out, you mean taking a little nibble of fruit while he looks away. You still remember the days where you used to spend hours helping in the kitchen.

“Knock knock.” You greet him with a smile. “Have you seen a certain pair of twins with their dad running after them?”

Finn chuckles, blue eyes crinkling at the corners. His grey hair weaved around blonde strands has the twins calling him Santa, or when they're in a good mood (when they want a sweet treat) they call him grandpa Finn, that has the older pirate folding immediately and making whatever the girls want. Unsurprisingly enough, he answers back. “A pair of twins and a pirate walk into a bar, I think I've heard of that joke before.”

“Different joke, Finn.” You snort, eyeing the bowl of blueberries on the counter. Finn, being the perceptive chef on board, notices your hard stare at the fruit.

Without a word, he nudges the bowl towards you, and then he points up towards the deck, replying to your previous question.

“This is why you're my favourite crew member.” Latching onto the bowl, you take it with a smile. “Don't tell Yuri.” He makes a face, putting both flour coated hands up in surrender.

You leave with a grin and a bowl of blueberries. It's still a mystery to you on how Finn keeps them fresh even after weeks of buying them from the last coastal town you anchored in for supplies. You guess you'll never know.

Walking up the steps towards the deck, you're greeted by blinding light as you open the door with a creek. The sight alone would've had you melting if not for the fragile bowl in your hands. Hobie stands on the highest deck with Billie and Ramona in his arms. While both girls are ‘steering’ the ship with their small hands gripping on the wheel as if they're actually sailing the huge ship.

“Mornin’ gorgeous.” Yuri nudges your side, hands dipping inside the bowl to take a handful of fruit, sunlight dancing along her features. “Sleep well? Or did the little pirate keep you awake?”

With the mention of the baby, your hand instinctively pats the bump softly. “Nope, the baby barely kicked me last night. And Hobie helped by letting me sleep in.”

Yuri hums, smiling softly between you and the twins laughing in their dad's arms. “He better, or I'll be the one to kick Hobie where the sun doesn't shine so he doesn't experience fatherhood ever again.”

You laugh, “that is bleak, Yuri.”

She shrugs, “I'm a pirate, Y/N, a pirate who hasn't shot her gun at a navy in months.”

“Sure, big bad pirate, who has made my girls' clothes ever since they were born.” She huffs with a teasing smile, taking another handful of berries. “Don't worry, once Gwen and the others get back from their scouting mission, you get to be a big bad pirate again.”

“I'm turning soft, doc.” She looks at you with puppy dog eyes, lashes fluttering teasingly.

“I know, Yuri, you made my girls puppets last week.”

“And they were fucking gorgeous.”

You start to walk away before she takes half of your stash. “They were! If you get tired of being a pirate, maybe being a puppet maker is your calling.”

She flips you off, grinning from ear to ear before going below deck to maybe annoy Finn instead. Bounding up the steps, Hobie and the twins heard you before they saw you.

“Mummy!” They simultaneously call out, wiggling out of Hobie's arms. He lets them gently back down on the floor, to which they immediately latch onto your legs, trying to climb up.

“Hello, my darlings!” You coo, patting both their heads. Their matching captain tricorns make you giggle. “What have you two been up to?”

“A lot!” Billie jumps up and down to reach your hip, you meet her halfway by crouching down to their level. “We fixed the sail with uncle Ned—”

“We helped auntie Yuri find land by looking into her te-escope!”

You nod enthusiastically, smile blindingly bright as you hold on to them. “What else? You two looked busy with dad.”

Hobie leans on the wheel that's still not activated with the help of a rope tied around the bottom and the other end wrapped around the bannister. The girls are none the wiser. The sun bathes Hobie in glorious light, rays of light seeping through his linen shirt, looking as if no time has passed.

“I should be careful, they're goin' to take my job as captain if they continue their trainin’”

You gasp, feigning hurt. “You mean they're planning a mutiny?! No, not my own girls!”

“What's a mu-tiny?” Billie questions, brows furrowed, an identical look that her sister is also sporting.

Hobie closes the small distance, boots thumping along the floorboards, looking softly at his girls while his hands find their way on their heads. “Tell you what, help uncle James clean the poop deck and I'll tell you.”

“Aye, aye, captain dad!” They say at the same time, even saluting Hobie. Before they could run off, you call them back.

“Take the blueberries, share them with each other, alright? Pass it around to the crew too.” You hand the bowl to them, both girls give you a grin and a smooch to each of your cheeks as thank you. Sometimes you wonder how they could be this sweet, you've joked once that they're a gift from the sea with how kind they could be. “Careful! Don't run— and they're already running off.” Their small feet bound away towards an unassuming James.

“They got that from you.” Hobie helps you up, hand warm against yours. “Always runnin’ off, always so bloody energetic.”

You prop your chin on his shoulder, smiling at him. “Did they tire you out, old man?”

“We're the same age, love.” His hand wraps behind you to cup your hip, fingers tapping along your stomach. He watches as his girls prefer to sit down on the stairs to munch on their snacks. “How's our growing pirate?”

“Good, he didn't kick me all night this time.”

“You?” Hobie leans on the bannister, back pressed on the wood while he guides you in front of him, arms around you, thumbs brushing along your spine while you cradle his jaw in your hands.

“I'm okay, Hobs, nothing of note.”

“You sure? We can still turn around so you can give birth on land.” Worry etches on his face, and you rub your hand on his forehead to flatten the worry lines.

“You forget that I was born at sea, and I've given birth to your pirate gremlins without a problem. I can handle it, don't worry.”

Hobie has a glimpse of you back then, legs coated in crimson, screams echoing around the small cabin that even silences the roar of the sea next door. “Just say the word and we'll find the nearest land, yeah?”

“I promise,” he raises a brow and you roll your eyes. “You know I never break a promise, Cap'n.”

Hobie opens his mouth to quip back, but James’ screech makes you and the pirate in your arms to look. Billie giggles as she runs away with a mop, tracking water droplets on the deck while Mona drags James down with her clinging to his leg with a laugh.

“I think we should save James before he falls overboard. Again.” You unwrap yourself from Hobie, before you could leave his side fully, he gently tugs you back in for a quick but affectionate kiss and a loving pat on your belly.

[kawareo]

On a bus and bored so im gonna ramble about Bhaal being an incompetent abusive father

(This is about my Durge specifically, not a general Bhaal thought)

Bhaal made him to be offputting and creepy and then found a lonesome little house in the woods, where lived two women who were hated by general society from birth, people who were abused as kids and still sometimes as adults. Women who used to be pirates, who have killed people, who lived quite far from the City and who had noone outside who would care about them and what they were doing - aka, prime situation for abuse. Bhaal genuinely set his son up to live in as abusive situation as possible, wanting Strike to be brought up hating the world and then at the adult age being 'saved' by the Temple. Classic, ykno? He'd go from being loathed to being revered, and wouldn't that make him so much more loyal to daddy?

And yet, Bhaal misjudged cruelty of mortals, because Rico and Neewa found this tiny creepy baby and decided to love him more than they were ever loved as children themselves. They thought he was a drow, sure; not a Bhaalspawn, but honestly even f they would've known they wouldn't raise him any different.

They kept to themselves, they were poor as dirt, and yet! He was given nothing but love. They never raised a hand at him. When he hurt animals they cried for him because they were scared for him to not understand what it feels like to care about something. When his magic first showed, he nearly burnt down a house with his first spell, and they put out the fire and were so damn proud of their baby showing such talent for sorcery. They would've sent him to a proper school in Waterdeep, but they needed a few years to save up money for it, because their boy was so talented and so smart and they truly believed he would achieve great things - but even if he wouldn't! He'd always have a home to come back to

So Bhaal utterly failed recognizing just how fierce mortals can be in their love, and that's why Rico and Neewa had to die so much sooner; Bhaal would've left Strike there until he was an adult, but because of just how... Not right the situation was, Bhaal sent Sceleritas to test out just how ruined his son was. And when Strike's moms died, he was lead to the Temple, and shoved onto the pedestal almost twice earlier than it was intended for - he was nine when he took over the Temple, with the then High Priestess helping him, until he took over fully at thirteen.

There was also sexual abuse that happened with that Priestess and it's a large reason why Strike detests women infantalizing him, but thats not the post to talk about it

Anyway an au in which Bhaal chooses better and throws his kid off at an already abusive household, like, idk, Flymm's cobblers

[cosmocup1d]

Note : The reader is a child between 6-7 years old, blood, dead bodies, OOC Characters, Change the canon plot

Part 2

Whoo! 🥳my first one piece fanfic

It was loud

It was so so loud

[Name] cough as she ran around didn't know where to go but she needs to find her dad, She felt tears in her eyes but quickly wipe them away with the back of her hand after all she's going to be marine to make her daddy proud. She smiled as she wipes her tears she can't wait to tell her daddy that she went to marine Ford all by herself! She then turn and the sight making her instantly sick

Blood

Blood was everywhere

But the thing that made her sick there was dead bodies everywhere; to many to count

[Name]cover her mouth so that she wouldn't puke, she's going to be a marine anyway she has to get use to dead bodies. She took a deep breath before running making sure to not step over the dead bodies out of respect

She then trip making me cry out in surprise as she fell down. She cough some more and sat up as she looks down seeing a dead making her scream and crawl away "I-im so sorry mr!" She cried out as she stood up and grabbing the dead Marines coat and putting it over his head as she bowede respectfully

She then turn around and started running trying to see or hear her dad. The said dad was busy fighting of the other pirates and trying to kill Portgas D. ace "ADMIRAL SAKAZUKI!!" A marine cried out "Do they really think they could escape!? There're fools" The said admiral scoff as he activate his devil fruit

"LOOK OUT! IT'S AKAINU!" A pirate cried out "You free ace then turn tail and run eh? The Whitebeard pirates are a pack of cowards" Akainu said as he continues "But considering who your leader isis, that's no surprise Whitebeard is a loser from a bygone area" He finish making ace stop "ACE!" Luffy cried out "A loser huh?" Ace mutter making akainu look at him. The two then begins to bicker making ace more and more furious as the other shouted at ace to stop and come back

"Ace!" Luffy gasp out as he fell down to his knees "luffy! You've reach your limit!" Jinbe said walking over to the boy "Hey... Ace's vivre card..." Luffy reach down at the vivre card unknowingly that akainu was ready to kill him with his magma fist. Luffy looks up seeing akainu magma covered fist heading his way

It happen so fast ace covered Luffy but then someone covered ace

Akainu eyes widen seeing poppy as his fist goes thru her stomach making every look at them with shock and horror "I-i found you daddy!" The little girl gasp out as akainu pulls out his magma arm and reverting it to normal. The other pirates grabs luffy and ace who were stand in shock then dragging them to the ship

Akainu felt his throat close up as he catches poppy who was about to fell down tot he ground "A-are you proud of me d-daddy?... I.. I made it here all by myself..." The girl cough out makibg akainu cradle her and standing up "DOCTOR! ANYONE! CALL A GODDAMN DOCTOR" Akainu order out as Marines scramble to find a doctor "Please don't yell daddy...." [Name] whined out making akainu shut his mouth

Akainu looks down seeing his daughter bleeding in his arms with a hole thru her stomach that he made 'I'm sorry I'm so sorry sorry!' He wanted to say but he couldn't form any words as poppy smiled weekly "D-don't be angry dadddy... It's was my fault.. I-" Poppy was cut off by her fought out blood making akainu panic as he wipes the blood off "I-i was in the way" She finish

"Where is the patient!" A voice said as akainu rush to the voice seeing adoctor, he then lower his arms making the doctor gasp out of shock "I... I'm... I'm so sorry admiral" The doctor bowed his head "The hell you mean 'I'm so sorry'!? Help my daughter!" Akainu snaps at the doctor "I can't help her! Even if I did she would die! All of her organs burnt!" The doctor felt tears in his eyes the girl was so young so innocent

Akainu shuts his mouth as he breath heavily before running "Don't worry we'll get you a doctor" He mutter to his daughter which made her smile "Daddy?..." [Name]mutter "Yes?" Akainu hummed "w-why is it getting dark?" She ask making akainu run faster he didn't know where was he going but he'll run around until he see a doctor or medic

"Daddy please I'm scared.." [Name] cried as she grips his red jacket "it's gonna be alright baby you're going to be alright" Akainu gave a kiss on her forehead while patting her head "Daddy why do I feel cold?" [Name] ask again "Daddy... Please help... I-i don't wanna go!" She cried making akainu grip her tiny body in his arms

She continues to let out sobs and cries making akainu fought hard against his tears as he tries to assure his daughter that she'll be safe and healthy but he knew what's gonna happen but just ignore it "Daddy... I'm sorry... I-i shouldn't have come here... I wanna make you feel proud because I was brave... I'm sorry for all the times that I distracted you from work"

Please don't

"I'm sorry if I accidentally drawn on your document"

I like your drawings

"I'm sorry that I broke your vase"

I never like the vase

"I'm sorry for being loud"

I love hearing your voice

"I'm sorry that I wasn't good enough"

You were perfect

[Name] smiled "Thank you for everything... Daddy" She close her eyes as her hand goes limp her body getting cold

It was quiet

It was so so quiet

[hang-on-lil-tomato]

I’m reblogging my own blog after finding out the excuse for canceling OFMD was it was too violent.

yeah, sure. The channel that has other great shows like The Last Of Us and Doom Patrol, is now suddenly squeamish about “violence”.

who knew that men kissing men and women kissing women was now called “violence”.

we all know why MAX sabotaged one of the greatest series of all time for one reason: the ridiculous “war on woke” more colloquially known as “homophobia”.

so..it was the lgbtq content…

I’m livid!

our flag means death is one of the best shows tv has ever offered.

Acting, scripts, design, costumes, makeup, wigs,,,,EVERYTHING…great accomplishments and artistry.

ALL SNUBBED, suppressed by max, and ignored by awards, and finally cancelled. 😡🤬😡🤬

now I understand why shows queerbait. Not to justify that crap, but I do understand. 😡

[holybibly]

Bunnies! Attention everyone, we're summarising last month's Unholy Hours, as we're back on the air again.

I've received so many interesting and great requests from you (which I will definitely answer), and so I have a ton of new drafts with new fanfics. Also, a lot of people write to me saying that there are things they don't normally read about but want me to write about. And that's perfectly fine, as I always tell you, I don't have any limits or restrictions for you.

Aren't you precious, bunnies? I'm so proud of you for being so brave and open with me, sharing your ideas, thoughts and dreams. My amazing brave bunnies!

And now for the good stuff. So far, here's what we have:

Pirate Hongjoong x princess reader

Yandere Harem of Concubines from ot8 x Empress Reader

Star Fencing Team (Mingi, San, Yunho) x Innocent Nerd Reader

Football Team ot8 x Cheerleader Reader

Bunny hybrid Seonghwa x reader

Brothers Yunho and Mingi x trophy wife reader

Dilf Hongjoong x reader his son's girlfriend

Hard Dom Yeosang x reader

Devil Seonghwa x Nun Reader

MATZ Cult Leaders x Pastor's Daughter Reader

Rock stars San and Seonghwa x cheeky fan reader

Office weirdo/secret dom San x office worker reader

Sugar daddy/dilf Seonghwa x his son's girlfriend

Toxic Librarian Wooyoung x Reader

Fox hybrid Wooyoung x owner reader

Werewolf San x Little Red Riding Hood Reader

Vampire Aristocrats San, Yeosang, Seonghwa x blood donor reader

Dragons ot8 x reader.

White and Black swans x reader.

A/B/O ot8 x pack omega reader

Strippers San and Seonghwa x reader

Professor Mingi x reader.

Sex worker San x virgin reader

Demon line workers of an elite brothel x reader.

And a whole bunch of requests for a Pretty Flushed.

So we have a lot of interesting things in front of us, I think March is going to be intense as well, don't you think so?

Lots of love