#rum verse

[faultyconscience]

@mendinggashes said: ❝ things don't go like they should. ❞ Cassie @ Rumple

"That is a matter of perspective." He replied simply. From his point of view, things were going exactly as they should. She was awake, Sheriff Graham was well on his way to waking up...Regina's curse was already crumbling and Ms. Swan had only been in town a short while.

[crainiisms]

OPEN /

The storm was harsh and rugged. The loud claps of thunder erupting behind dark clouds, lightning flashing in a way of warning to all those who dared sail beneath them. Cleo was soaked through to the bone, the crew worked to keep their vessel afloat as high waves crashed against the ship. The winds were harsh and high, the sails bending beneath their grasp. The redhead could barely see beneath the rain, wet hair against her skin and her fingers cold beneath the wet rope she tried to tie.

Hazel hues looked up to the rigging, if someone didn't take down the uppermost masts, the storm was sure to break the sails. The crew hadn't had enough time to prepare for the arrival of this beast. Cleo headed toward the ladder and rigging, balancing her way as the ship tried to throw herself from one side to the other against the crashing waves. Her hands hit the ladder and she started to climb, "Lass! What are you doing!" She heard one of the others call through the bellowing winds, though Cleo ignored them.

Her grip was strong, one single slip and she knew that she would either break a bone or worse. There had been many accidents upon the rigging for there not to be caution. The wind continued to push on the sails, the creaking of the wood present in her ears even above the high winds, rain and thunder. "Cleo! Miss Crain! Get down you'll kill ya self!" Another called, yet when she was determined to do something, there wasn't anything that stopped her. However if another member of the crew tried to get up there and stop her, then that would mean two members in danger of falling from high heights, it was a risk that they wouldn't take.

[jaynovz]

this pride month, let your captain james flint have as much gender as she wants. he deserves to be soft.

[teenagefeeling]

honestly i just can't wait for christmas movie season. i became a full netflix original convert last december and i am so ready to revisit some faves and see what new garbage is unleashed upon the world

[emcads]

biggest difference between me and esme is definitely our taste in alcohol

[cinisemperium]

@shootstyled cont. from here ( new post because swapping to beta )

Izuku is rambling, his nervousness obvious but Shoto is unbothered by the stream of words flowing unchecked from his long time friends mouth. If anything, he finds it a little bit adorable. Some things never really change, and it is a comforting thought to know that at his core, Izuku was one of them.

"You are always welcome, no matter what time it is." The sentiment is given with a soft smile, the words quiet and sincere. Although not very social himself, Shoto was always happy to see his friends, even at odd, unannounced hours such as this. Izuku had been away for a while, working overseas for several years and it had been a while since he had seen the other hero's face on something that wasn't a magazine or television screen.

"Thank you. It took a lot of work to get Third Degree to it's current state, although your praise should really be going to everyone inside. It's thanks to them that the building is even functioning." Without everyone who worked under him, Shoto's agency would never have made it off the ground. Even on a day to day basis, his secretaries are the only reason he can even function properly as head of the agency.

"You've been busy, of course, in America? How were your studies?" As he asks the question, he steps aside, inviting Izuku into the building with a sweep of his arm.

[tooxldtorememxer]

@fornassau wrote: “ Please stay here, I’ve only just warmed up a little. “

Jaime chuckled and slowly ran his fingers along the back of his neck. He had no idea how Flint would even have been able to feel cold in this place. It was always warm, but he didn’t complain. The bed they shared were cramped and small but it was nothing compared to the small bunk they had been sharing on board the ship for the past few days. Jaime’s bed felt large compared to it, and yet there wasn’t much room at all. 

“How much more did you have to drink before you came here?” he asked with a soft chuckle and kissed the top of his head. If Jaime was already awake then it was no longer early and he could very well see the sun through the planks at the window that kept the place shaded and a bit dark. “It’s midday soon. I thought you said you wanted to introduce me to your lady friend,” he teased. He also really, really, needed to take a piss but the way Flint was clinging onto him it would be a mission all on its own to get up and get that out of the way.

[mvrtogg]

part one of the updated tag dump.

[howtodisassembleyourdeviant]

@detective-phck

[hellkings]

" oi- hands off. this is for later. " the space where fingers had been reaching is now empty as sanji is quick to kick back the crate of wines and other booze, placing himself between it and the swordsman. the kitchen holds a peace despite the commotion outside, shouts of excitement for the celebration to come, though muffled, still reach the kitchen. sanji knows it won't last. as soon as he starts cooking he'll get heads popping in and out so he's not surprised to see zoro appear at the scent of alcohol, only that he hadn't shown up sooner. he turns after giving zoro an eye and binds his hair back tighter before slipping his apron over his head, unlit cigarette bouncing between his lips as he speaks. " you can drink yourself stupid with everyone else, marimo. " / @coeurosa

ㅤㅤㅤFOR  THE  WAY  SWORDSMAN  FIT  SEAMLESSLY  in  with  the  crew,  and  the  way  that  he  didn't  -  it's  with  perfected  ease  now,  even  years  later,  that  zoro  could  find  any  and  all  location  to  nap.  the  rarest  though  -  was  the  kitchen,  especially  when  occupied.  in  the  past,  he'd  established  many  rules  when  it  came  to  sanji  -  and  on  that  surprisingly  long  list  he  had  a  very  clear,  very  concise  :  do  not  sleep  in  sanji's  domain.  the  problem  was,  however,  that  the  rules  did  not  include  clauses  against  'stealing  booze  under  the  guise  of  napping'  or  'fooling  the  cook  into  thinking  he  was  at  peace  with  sanji  and  a  knife  nearby.'  in  reality  -  a  tiger  was  smart  enough  to  know  not  when  to  intrude  on  another's  den  (  and  the  kitchen  was,  for  their  beloved  cook,  tantamount  to  a  temple  );  but  when  the  smell  of  a  fresh  kill  was  delicious  enough...

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤand  sanji  was  hoarding  the  good  stuff.

ㅤㅤㅤhe'd  been  snoozing  peacefully  near  the  crates  -  propped  up  against  a  sturdy  wall  with  three  swords  humming  at  his  side.  only  when  sanji's  back  had  been  turned  -  had  swordsman  reached  in  said  container,  looping  one  indolent  finger  around  a  jug  of  finely  spiced  rum  before  mile  long  legs  are  kicking  his  prey  across  the  room  and  zoro  is  scowling,  single  dark  eye  lit  with  displeasure  while  his  hand  hovers  helplessly  in  the  air.  it  falls,  without  a  second  thought,  to  the  top  of  sanji's  shoe,  right  beneath  his  ankle,  and  grips  lightly.  energy  buzzes  beneath  his  skin  -  the  prowl  of  a  hungry  beast  that  makes  itself  known  in  the  other's  presence  -  but  he  quells  it  with  an  iron  fist,  and  instead  sniffs  indignantly.  yet  zoro  doesn't  look  away  -  he  never  has,  not  in  the  past  and  certainly  not  now,  even  when  down  to  one  piercing  eye  and  a  familiar  wolfish  smirk  that  would've  spelled  violence  if  he  hadn't  known  sanji  would  abandon  cooking  for  nothing  short  of  a  catastrophe.

ㅤㅤㅤoutside  -  he  hears  their  captain's  whooping  cry,  and  the  shatter  of  something  breakable  followed  by  a  splash  (  hopefully  not  one  of  the  devil  fruit  users  ),  but  he  stays  transfixed  -  as  if  his  gaze  is  a  net  and  sanji  caught  beneath  the  finely  woven  fibers.  he  was  certainly  capable  of  freeing  himself  though,  that  was  part  of  his  charm.  usually  -  zoro  would  start  with  violence.  usually,  it  would  be  threats  and  hissing  and  bared  teeth  and  blood  all  for  the  sake  of  scratching  that  violent  itch.  today  though  -  he  tries  something  different.  ❝ c'mon  cook,  don't  be  like  that. ❞  it's  not  begging  (  he  does  no  such  thing  ),  and  it's  certainly  not  pleading,  but  it's  endearing  enough  to  be  something  close,  ❝ it  takes  me  longer  to  get  going  than  the  rest  of  'em.  let  me  crack  into  one  and, ❞   as  if  in  after  thought,  his  hand  squeezes  lightly,  ❝ i'll  chop  your  onions  or  something. ❞  besides,  fine  knife  work  always  made  for  good  training.

[faultyconscience]

rum in fallout would just be such a fucking menace. i know it. he knows it. we all fucking know it.

[deathfavor]

@requiemofrebellion said: "i’m not usually like this , i’m sorry ." (hanma to kazutora - pirate verse, hanma having a small breakdown from thinking he was actually gonna lose kazutora maybe? owo)

dusty toybox sentence starters

   The explosion that rings out over the waves of the ocean is deafening. Black smoke billows up into the skies, burning pieces of wood and canvas raining down from the sky like fallen meteors. Normally such a display would elicit roars of victory and delight from those aboard the Headless Angel as she claimed another victim. But it is unnaturally silent as everyone clings to the side of the ship, like everyone is holding their breath while they eye the burning ship that was slowly being pulled beneath the waves.

   “ What? Did everyone lose their voice? “ Kazutora’s voice rings out from where he’s landed on the back of the stern deck of their ship, lips curved up into a grin when he watches everyone snap their heads towards him in disbelief. “ You didn’t really think I’d get stuck over there, did you lot? “  He asks with a laugh when relieved sighs and loud cheers erupt from the crew. He hops down onto the deck and grins when everyone surges forward to surround him, as if to make sure he was real. “ Felt like going for a swing on the ropes. “ He jokes, making light of the situation. Admittedly, it hadn’t been part of the plan to have to swing from the ship they were attacking and back to his, but he’d made it. ( Nor had the ship exploding been part of the plan. ) At least he’d looked pretty badass. But although Kazutora had briefly seen Hanma when he’d made it to safety and spoken, he doesn’t see him on the deck now. Kazutora shrugs through the crowd, clasping shoulders in the process as he maneuvers his way towards the captain’s quarters.

   Kazutora doesn’t expect the sight that he’s greeted by.

   “ Captain? “  Kazutora closes the door behind him to make sure no one else can see Hanma like this. Hanma always seems larger than life, unfazed by the world around him and whatever danger might lie ahead. But right now, slumped at the chair with his face buried in his hands, it paints a completely different picture of their captain. Kazutora’s heart clenches, his chest tight with worry. Then Hanma speaks, like he needs to apologize for this moment, and it breaks Kazutora’s heart.

   “  Shuji….  “  He crosses the room quickly to stand beside the desk and next to Hanma.  “  Shuji, darling, you don’t need to apologize. “  Kazutora croons softly as he bends to be eye level with him, fingers reaching out to cup Hanma’s cheeks in his hands.  “  Hey…Hey, look at me.  “  It’s a soft request that Kazutora makes while gently using his fingertips to urge Hanma to lift his head and look at him. “ It’s okay. I’m okay. “  He smiles softly even as worry tinges his smile in a shade of blue as he tries to offer soothing reassurances.

   His right hand trails down from Hanma’s cheek to grasp his hand. He lifts his hand up to press Hanma’s palm against his cheek as if to offer further assurance that he is here, he is real. Whether Hanma keeps it there or lets it fall away is Hanma’s choice. Kazutora’s hands go back to cradling Hanma’s face in his hands, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead.  “ You don’t need to apologize. A lot of that went off the rails from what we expected. It’s okay to not be your usual self. But you’re safe. I’m safe. We’re all safe. “ He murmurs, leaning closer to rest their foreheads together.  “ Is there something I can do, Shuji? What do you need? “ He asks quietly, one hand sliding back to cup the back of his head, fingers combing through his hair.

[the-smallest-star]

"Something to take the edge off"? How about a glass of triple destiled Havana rum?

"No idea what havana is, but fuck yeah I'll take the rum."

[amischiefofmuses]

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[cinisemperium]

@roguesenses cont. from here || bonus music

They always said that words were a fiercer weapon than any gun or blade could ever be, and he had always been confused by that. What could one person possibly say that would hurt worse than bloody hands trying to keep insides in, clenching fingers reaching desperately to hold tattered skin together?

But now, sitting here with Izuku so tenderly holding him, his touch a facade of the love Shouto had finally started to believe in, he knew. The words made so much sense it hurt. His stomach contracted violently, and he launched himself to his feet, stumbling to get as far as he could from the false hero. His cheek burned where Izuku's fingers had just been, as if the memory of his touch was a vile one.

Izuku had promised broken broken of course he broke it that he would never leave Shouto. That he loved him and he would never give up on him, that it wasn't too late for him to come home. And Shouto was trying, he was trying so hard but he was so broken so lost so -

-betrayed.

Something cracks inside of him, an irreplaceable piece of him splintering off to shatter at his feet. Where only moments ago he was angry, and hurt, a raging inferno of emotions warring inside of him, he was now calm, the storm quiet. Was this how his efforts were rewarded? Was this what he got for finally opening up to Izuku and being honest for once in his miserable life?

Dabi was right , why didn't I listen?

There was no love for people like them. No second chances. Dabi had tried to tell him, had tried to make him see, but Shouto was insistent. That small part of him that still wanted to be saved, that still wanted to go home-

Well, that part was gone.

Now it was Izuku's turn. Shouto would make him pay for this, for hurting him so badly. For proving all the voices in his head right. A smile crosses his face, but it's wrong. Even he can feel that.

"Goodbye then, Izuku."