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More sketches of the Saiyan Witchdoctor Family! :3
#dbz#dragonball z#dbz oc#dragonball z oc#dbz au#dragonball z au#rumbuggery#sketch#rum verse#rumbuggery verse#saiyan oc#saiyan#Corra#Cauri#Diive#Kohl#January 2023#2023#saiyans
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( @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.
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@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.
#.answers ( rumpelstiltskin )#.ic ( rumpelstiltskin )#.int ( rum & cassie )#i went w/ur ouat verse stuff bc it's been a while since i've watched the syfy one :)
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“ 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
#✦ open starter#ꜰʟᴇꜱʜ ɪꜱ ᴡᴇᴀᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰɪʀᴇ ɪꜱ ꜱᴛʀᴏɴɢ ; ʀɪꜱᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴇ ʀᴇʙᴏʀɴ ✦ flameheart ic#ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ꜱʜᴀʟʟ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴍʏ ꜰɪʀᴇ ✦ flameheart verse ; dlv au#(party with the skeletal pirates)#(rum is provided but only if you are of age)
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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.
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this pride month, let your captain james flint have as much gender as she wants. he deserves to be soft.
#thoughts#captain james flint pronouns she/he#i am soooo sleepy and i have had rum but also i'm right#in this verse#let's leave this in the drafts til tomorrow#milkingfic#Okay it's the morning and this is going out now#HAPPY FLINTWIFE FRIDAY TO ALL WHO CELEBRATE
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biggest difference between me and esme is definitely our taste in alcohol
#other than the copious amounts of sex she has#me when I drink British sailor drinks (rum gin sherry etc): :D#me when I drink wine: >:(#✘; i have seventy two exams and i have not studied for one ( ooc )#altho she would love a cute lil cocktail in modern verses
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@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.
#( shoto || his words and eyes are so icy but oh he burns like rum on fire )#( verse: pro hero celcius )#shootstyled#\\ sorry for the delay!#\\ my tooth ended up putting me out longer than i thought it would
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My pretty gal 💕
#dbz#dbz au#saiyan#dragonball z#rumbuggery#sketch#rum verse#rumbuggery verse#imahungrynacho#Celeria#Saiyan Oc#Saiyaness#Dragonball z au#dbz oc#dragonball z oc
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@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.
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part one of the updated tag dump.
#[ ooc. ]#[ ask memes. ]#[ headcanons. ]#[ musings. ]#[ dash games. ]#[ portraits. ]#[ aesthetics. ]#[ verse: the loyal marine. ]#[ verse: the east india trading company. ]#[ verse: the pirate life. ]#[ verse: ghost. ]#[ verse: modern. ]#[ verse: night at the museum. ]#[ crack: the old black rum. ]#[ closed verse: doctor who. ]#[ i will follow him: ashortdropandsuddenstop. ]#[ the pirate king: itismissswann. ]#[ you got a friend in me: toodamnloyal. ]#[ devil with a red dress on: phoenixduelist. ]#[ oh captain my captain: emcads. ]#[ she maps the stars: starsmapped. ]#[ they are a work of art: oddlies. ]#[ the time travelers: lightcreators. ]#[ dumber than a box of rocks: mullroy. ]#[ ship: murtogg & james norrington. ]#[ ship: murtogg & elizabeth swann. ]#[ ship: murtogg & carina barbossa. ]#[ ship: murtogg and ignacio. ]#[ ship: murtogg & peri brown. ]#[ ship: murtogg & attina. ]
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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
#&. don’t ever insult captain jack sparrow in front of me ( ooc. )#also i am the crossover queen so i will fit jack into your verse#and i will enjoy doing it because i love pushing him out of his piratical box#i genuinely do want to write with all of my mutuals#but there are only so many times i can write jack in a tavern drinking rum (without anything out of the norm to make it interesting and#different) that i can handle before i just lose interest#it's in my rules too but it always bears repeating lmao
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@detective-phck
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" 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.
#coeurosa#* answered \ 🗡🗡🗡#* verse / 🗡🗡🗡 / i. main#* in character \ 🗡🗡🗡#as if he'd let him chop onions but yknow worth a shot#is it gay to beg for rum in the kitchen while holding your rivals foot
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rum in fallout would just be such a fucking menace. i know it. he knows it. we all fucking know it.
#.ooc ( it feels so empty without me )#he'd be like. benny and mr. house combined or smth#playing everyone from all the angles for his own silly little ends#what a dick#(still gonna laugh about even the /idea/ of giving rum a fallout verse when /someone/ begged me to for fucking ages and i couldn't be arsed#(and now here we are.....)
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@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)
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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.
#requiemofrebellion#100% imagined kazutora's landing there as the#jack sparrow moment of 'and that was without a single drop of rum' LMAO#but awww pls its okay ;-;#he's so worried for him#wants to make sure he's okay!#᛭ — [IC] wounded tiger caught in mania's pit [KAZUTORA HANEMIYA]#᛭ — [VERSE: PIRATE] hoist the colors high for your freedom [KAZUTORA HANEMIYA]
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