#rum verse

[imahungrynacho]

More sketches of the Saiyan Witchdoctor Family! :3

[tooxldtorememxer]

( @fornassau continued form here )

Since his arrival in Nassau Jaime had worked his way around the captains. Introduction, a bit of charm, a bit of poking around, and the rumours and reputation that had slowly started to spread from down in Tortuga had put him in a favourable position with most of the captains or their quartermasters. He even had some kind of understanding with Vane and he had yet to let Miss Guthrie down. 

Throughout all his time in Nassau, he had heard one name circle around a lot and had almost believed the man they spoke of was some kind of myth. But then he had heard through that idiot Captain Naft that Captain Flint was back on shore and Jaime made it his mission to find him. To see if what they said were true or not.

A few cups of rum in Jaime’s smirk grew sharper behind his cup. So far, he wasn’t sure what to make of him, other than noting that he felt guarded and angry. Nothing new, he had dealt with his father the first fifteen years of his life, after all. So this - this was a new response he hadn’t expected. “That’s not what I said,” he chuckled with an eye-roll. He shifted in his seat and put his feet back on the ground as he had been resting them on another chair, now letting him lean against the table. “But just out of curiosity, why wouldn’t I?” his head tilted slightly as he waited for his response, there was a challenge behind his words.

[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.

[ashenwinds]

     “ If this Halloween is ideal for what is spooky. . . ” The skeletal pirate chuckles, boney fingers brushing through the beard that clings to his skull, “ Then it is the perfect time for us to step in. Show you what a party of the Pirate King can be like! ” Oh, despite their deeds back in the Sea, even his crew of skellies and Reapers enjoy a good party!

open starter -- DLV // non-canon compliant verse

[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.

[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.

[imahungrynacho]

My pretty gal 💕

[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.

[trickstercaptain]

so i know i'm pretty picky and selective with what i write here these days, but that's only because i've been here so long that a lot of generic threads/plots just don't have the appeal to me that they once did because i've written them over and over again in various forms over the years. so never be afraid to approach to plot anything in depth!! it's the dynamics and plots i have plotted in detail with my friends (and also my enduring love for this dumb character who has been in my life for nearly 17 years) that keep me coming back here to write jack after all this time <3

[howtodisassembleyourdeviant]

@detective-phck

[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.