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[anquenin]

❛ if you tell me yours, i’ll tell you mine. ❜

the excitement of the moment wears off rather fast, after they're done. and astarion isn't a stranger to being nude in front of someone, but he rarely is seen. acknowledge in a way beyond his body, usually the allure and the setting is different, people do not seem to be so quick to ask about the marks on his body. the poem. after they are done with him they aren't as interested, they get turned to meat. or something of the like. he sighs, putting on half a smile. and it's only because jack seems to have some to share of his own that it perks astarion's interest. "-it's a poem." he starts, rather abruptly. doesn't move, let's jack see the scars. scars he hasn't even seen himself. he hs felt them, the memory of how someone's flesh can be carved and warped, something there when there once was nothing. "cazador, in his ever twisted mind, had an affinity for the arts. considered himself quite the artist. he did this to all of his slaves, spent a whole night working on it, revising it." he settles in his words. keeps his composure only by sheer will, dares not to turn. not to meet jack's eyes. for a moment. he turns slowly, understands the morbidly curiousity that can take over someone. red eyes inspecting jack's tan skin, before landing back to his eyes.

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[reddhaed]

❛ don’t look at me like that. ❜

seraphine grins something wicked. plays coy, acts innocent. looks at him like he wants to devour him, and maybe she does. walks up to jack, slowly. she knows what she is doing, this game they play. it's fun. "-hm?" she inquires, there's a nice little chair hands on his shoulders and she sits jack down. "-i haven't got the slightest clue of what you are referring to." her head tilts. "enjoy the show, love, you'll have fun." her hand slides down his arm and sets his hand on her waist, she's all dressed up. nice rows of pearls around her neck and a decorated corset, skirt lifted on the side, her legs can be seen. "one dance just for you. free of charge. maybe learn a thing or two." it's just the two of them in the privacy of the room she gets all done up in. it's the priviledge of knowing the darling of the tavern. bits her lip. painted a bright ruby red. contrasts the soft blue color on her eyelids. "you'll be surprised what a good dance can get you."

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[lighthouseborn]

The Shoulder Touch || @trickstercaptain

[ WORRY ]: the sender grabs the receiver by the shoulders to take a good look at them for any sign of harm or injury.

  Henry's head throbs, red and angry with him for falling. The drum of his heart and rush of breath fill his ears, so loud and surrounding he tumbles into the idea of the lowest levels of a ship's hold, those little crawl spaces where the pounding waves and crashing water echo through the ship's ribs and sink into your bones. The wood thumps, hollow, underneath him, so he looks 'up 'round for the sealed seams of hull and deck and finds a few barrels and some crates at his sides instead, the open sky overhead.

  He's never been shot at, before. At least, not so directly, the only target at the end of a pistol. It's different from being under canon fire. Very different. He's always thought less of hand guns, their miniature flash and pond-pebble ammunition. It simply never seemed very intimidating, when compared to fourteen-pound firers that bucked like furious cattle and roared like thunder and sank the finest ships as if they were no more than children's toys. Only now... he realizes that a canon does not have eyes. Nor a face. In fact the roar of it is often the only thing you'll know of the ship gun that sends hell your way. The sound and the splinters as it bit into the ship. A pistol, though. You see exactly who holds it, who points the thing and aims not for mast or waterline but you. Him.

  —a shake interrupts. Palms on shoulders rattling his torso and train of thought until he realizes he's being asked after. Henry blinks, returning from empty space, and Jack's face swims into focus, furrowed brow poking out from beneath the cloth tying his snarl of dark hair back. For the first time, Henry notices a hint of silver snaking through it. He shakes his head.

  “No. I— he missed. I'm..” he looks down at himself, double checking. He blows out a heavy breath, his shoulders settling. “I'm alright.” Hell of a thing, though.

#trickstercaptain #i want to leave no one behind — to keep & be kept ( ic. ) #arc ii — never give in never give it up ( teen. ) #im thinkin about that headcanon meme i answered and the Teaching Moments #not entirely sure how 'teaching moment' ended up like this but ;dlkjg;lsdkjfg shit happens #mischief they mutually agree not to tell his mum about.txt

[hargrovetm]

❛ who did you piss off this time? ❜

billy   scoffs,   sarcastic   almost.   turns   his   head   to   stare   at   jack.   feigns   hurt   then   “-really?   not   a   even   a   minute   and   i   pissed   someone   off?   i’m   hurt,   buddy.   wounded   even.”   he   usually   keeps   words   to   himself,   but   he   is   accelerated,   adrenaline   post   fight,   not   a   high   quite   like   it.   he   shakes   the   dull   pain   off   his   hand,   knuckles   something   red,   hot.   just   like   him.   what   gave   it   away?   “-i   didn’t   piss   anyone   off,   someone   did   however   piss   me   off.”   the   side   of   his   face   should   hurt,   but   it   doesn’t.   he   is   quick   to   slide   a   cigarette   out   of   his   pocket   and   doesn’t   take   long   to   light   it.   it   isn’t   too   smart   getting   into   fights,   but   don’t   blame   him   billy   rarely   gets   into   a   fight   he   won’t   win.   he   leans   back   on   his   car   and   the   momentary   silence   between   them   itches.   he   feels   jittery   almost.   “-stupid   hicks,   bunch   of   them.   truly   not   my   fault   that   they   don’t   know   when   to   back   off   or  how   to   throw   a   fuckin’   punch.”

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#(alrighty im surprised at the amount of words outloud he says in this) #(jack just standing there) #(girl help sdkjfhsd) #/ * tagged — 🐀 askbox *answered . #/ * tagged — 🐀 VERSE. 001 ( main ) #trickstercaptain

[detectivechandler]

Fingers run a nervous pattern along the sides of a half-full glass, little twists and turns meant to straighten something that refuses to be righted. The brandy has not helped, has done nothing but sit like a heavy boulder in the pit of his stomach, entangling the warm weaves of his thoughts into an all but tighter web... and the detective lets out a huff of breath akin to a sigh. "I've read what he's showed me, listened as well.... but it's all a bit ..." Teeth draw a bottom lip back between them and Joe furrows his brows, remembering a similar visit just ten days prior. Detective Inspector Jones had sounded like a bloody lunatic, had used the fingers of his one hand to point angrily at the current case sprawled across an entirely too neat whiteboard and demand whether or not solving one murder was more important than possibly solving thousands.... and the younger man had simply blinked at him for a moment, stupefied into silence before finally giving his answer.

Reality is always more important than delusions... no matter how complex they might be..

Now, eyes the color of ocean water study the other man's expression, fingers abandoning the glass to instead pluck with a renewed sense of purpose at the edge of his stapler, perfectly aligned with the angle of his desk... and Joe gives a soft sigh at the crossroads where he's suddenly found himself. He doesn't believe the likes of Killian Jones for a moment - the picture the other man had drawn was of a battle that had been lost before it had even truly begun... and if the corruption truly went as deep as they all believed, then only a madman would begin to unearth it. And yet...

"D.I Jones isn't exactly someone I'm willing to stake my career on, Mr. Sparrow. I'm sorry. As it stands, the most I can do is guarantee none of this ever leaves my office. If you know of someone more .. credible... or have something yourself, I'll try to help in anyway I can. But, really, it's a bit mad isn't it? I mean .. someone like Lord Beckett successfully getting his fingers into everything, including MI5? That's ridiculous."

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#trickstercaptain #v. we are mosiacs. pieces of light. #hi lottie. here i am. dropping joe into our sprawling au sjhdjhfjh #joe thinks killian is an idiot but he tries to keep a civil head about it since he's dating killian's bestie lmao #i'm thinking maybe killian tried to sell him on the conspiracy theory and when joe just blinked at him he was like 'fine' and sent jack #this gets even deeper too since hunter and i made adam from spooks w/ lucas joe's twin. so another mi5 officer is involved now i guess lmao #anyways! if this doesnt work let me know mate! #q. #in character. writing.

[thecodekeeper]

You love him, don't you? It's not enough though. Love, doesn't mean you won't hurt him. Love, doesn't mean he's safe with you. It doesn't work that way.

#(teague & jack tag.) #trickstercaptain

[musecraft]

🪐 — spotify wrapped memes : @trickstercaptain for spanish jackie # 58 ▶ this is the last time by the national

DESPITE THE REPUTATION he enjoyed within the republic of pirates — & all the allowances that came along with it — everyone who was anyone knew that jack sparrow was far from a safe investment. it was true that he could always present his harebrained schemes in a way that made them seem all but foolproof; he was skilled that way. but jackie knew well that his talent for smooth-talking his way out of tight situations didn't always result in a reliable return on investment for everyone else. yet even so, she finds herself tempted by his arguments this time, & pauses to take a draw from her cigar as she thinks, smoke curling around her face. ❝ thing is, sparrow, ❞ she says around the exhale. ❝ you don't think before you jump. & i said i wouldn't get sucked in. ❞

#trickstercaptain #🪐 — ic / answered. #🪐 — jackie / interactions. #he's definitely propositioning her something. #we can decide what ! #maybe this is post-mutiny & he wants to borrow a ship ? or a loan ? #or we can put it in a non-canon verse too ofc ! #bs or even modern ! #but regardless these two are definitely occasional business bros. #if not exactly friends lmao. #& i do love that for them tbh. #btw she is saying she's not interested... but he should argue.

[khrused]

❝ look, i’m just trying to turn that frown upside down. ❞ for the moordale verse we discussed maybe ? 👀

𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝟺 (ac)

despite resistance ────── years of plaster suddenly crumbling from her cheeks, the cool unmoving demeanor of her mask breaking at the outrageous scene before her as her lips suddenly split into a grin and a chuckle (a sound she thought she had lost) bubbles to her lips. her hands lift on instinct, quick to hide the evidence of her joy ― an unwritten rule somewhere in the depths of her mind. she allows the sound to pass before daring to lower her fingers, grin still evident upon her lips despite her now playful scowl. " well stop...because it's working. " she teases, " ― and i can't let people think i'm going soft. "

#trickstercaptain #𝐈𝐈𝐈. answered ( . . . ) sweet as cherry wine. #𝐈𝐈. in character ( . . . ) and her tongue so mean. #au. moordale tbt #cute cute CUTE CUTE CUTE CUTE CUUUUUUUUUUUTE

[shadowcovcn]

xoxo

Don't worry, Jack, Laszlo will will teach you how to use a sex rock ;)

As for Baron... I really think Jack needs to reassess his life choices with that one.

#ooc / answered. #trickstercaptain

[ofkasterborous]

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“There’s a map, but it doesn’t make any sense.” A borrowed compass sat open on the desk beside him, the Doctor’s right elbow partly holding the worn parchment in place as he tried to make sense of the narrow lines and cross-hatched areas that were meant to depict this island. It didn’t. There were caves that weren’t there on the map, roads that had never happened and not just ‘hadn’t happened yet’, he meant it, roads that never were there and never would be, pathways mapped out here that were just grass and fields and nothing.

The little building on the edge of the island they’d found shelter in would soon be swallowed by the sea. There was no ship. The TARDIS was under temporary new management (Jack’s fault; she’d been on the Pearl. Who gets shipjacked? Pirates). “None of these roads are here. And they never will be, these don’t get made.” This island would be one of the last unclaimed territories on Earth. Turf war settled by the agreement nobody got it. 

He traced a line with his finger, following it across the map, to where it ended abruptly in the middle of nowhere. “What were they marking if they’re not roads?” Why leave these maps here, in the only identifiable (and abandoned) building on the island?

#ic #trickstercaptain #shrug emoji #i think this was from a starter call i had 80% of it written here is the other 20%

[cperkinstm]

Polaroid collection for @trickstercaptain

Mutuals may reblog.

#trickstercaptain #carol perkins / answered.

[azmenka]

@trickstercaptain says 18 & 19 for the munday meme! ( x )

18. answered here ♡

19. Do you listen to music whilst writing? If so, what kind of music?

always. can't do without it to be honest, even if it's just for focus. what I listen to really depends on the muse and the mood of the scene. I got my little muse playlists on spotify that just propel me into the right muse-mood and I go from there. Maron's playlist has a lot of epic and melodic metal on it, some drum & bass, some electronic stuff, power metal . . . things like that. but I have no trouble bringing out sappy pop music for romantic or fluffy threads either. he hates me for it, but nobody's asking him, so we're good.

#trickstercaptain #ooc. [ mun talk ]

[reddhaed]

closed. @trickstercaptain

sera had the time of her life. truly, and jack would know this. she just underestimated how absolutely mental her family could be. and it made her panic. there wasn't many places she could run off to. and she wasn't even thinking, acting on pure impulse. taking with her clothes and what was absolutely necessary. selling shit that wasn't important in the face of possibly having to marry a guy she barely knew. like hell was sera going to go down without a fight. and a fight she put. until it wasn't enough. even her dad wasn't making sense. and she said goodbye to her nice little life, feel with treats and everything she adored. where she felt she belonged. still. it didn't occur to her to ring, give jack any sort of heads up. and she's only thinking about it now. when she's in front of the door of what she thinks is the right address. she thought their reunion would be different. under much nicer circumstances. and if it was anyone else she wouldn't be here she wouldn't have come. there's this level of trust where she is sure that it would be fine. whatever happened they would be fine.

she knocks on the door. hopes truly, that this is the right place. that jack is here. rings the buzzer. she's not her usual self, her confidence still intact but something else is drowning her. and it's worry. knows for a fact that she won't feel okay until she's in his arms. comfort and familiarity. a home, much more than hawkins ever was. the door opens. and she tries her best. "-hi." smiles. brightens up when it's him. there. and he isn't gone completely, the details she's memorized are still there, and it hits her how much she's missed him, how it feels like she would always find a way to him, she just wished it was different truly. and she feels young and stupid for a second. but she had to. and she's glad she did. doesn't move to do anything. giggles something nervous. an insane multiple hour flight would do that to someone, and she barely had time to freshen up. her hair pulled up into a high ponytail, and it's only because it's jack that she's fine with him seeing her like this. "surprise." she adds. waits to be invited in. hopes that she does. it's a trust fall exercise and she just, threw herself no peaking at her back. impulsive irrational. and just very much like her.

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[cunninghamtm]

i need your clothes. ( whatever he has planned know that it's a Terrible Idea )

chrissy already feels like this was a terrible plan. whatever it was. her eyes shift to the clothes on her body. questioning everything. she was already wearing her cheering uniform, but she has this spare clothes available for emergencies. she doesn't know if whatever jack is planning is an emergency. she stammers. "-jack. i am not sure if i even want to ask, but my clothes? what are you going to do with them? do you mean my uniform or...i have extra clothes, they're just in my locker." she explains. because god bless chrissy cunningham she will colaborate if a friend needs her. "-we would have to go get them though, do we have enough time for that?..." we, suddenly chrissy is involved. completely. in whatever jack was thinking.

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[hargrovetm]

“What are you doing up? Come to bed.”

billy stretches his arms, he hasn’t been up that long. arms and back decorated with the white traces of old scars, they nearly shine underneath the light that is seeping through the window. he hears what he might consider the best fucking sound and it’s jack’s voice. he turns around, smiles before rolling his eyes. “-i’m up because it’s morning already, people usually wake up then.” it’s a bit sarcastic as he turns around. in his head he was going to get coffee started, he doesn’t work today, free day from both the mechanic shop and the surf shop. and it dawns on billy, just how different his life is. it’s almost painful when he thinks about it, how picture fucking perfect. how he isn’t supposed to be here. in the slightest. dead man living on borrowed time. “-they set up coffee, have breakfast, and start the day.” it’s a losing battle the one he’s engaging in. he crawls back into bed, facing jack, “carpe diem or whatever the fuck. it’s like you totally missed me being well adjusted now.” his hand on jack’s cheek, thumb rubbing slightly. “-you are just so incredibly lucky, i ain’t got nowhere to be but here.” billy really never gets rid of the anxiety of having to be doing things, out of fear of losing time. time he isn’t getting back. but he relaxes now, leans into him, kisses his cheek. 

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[polarnoid]

what did i clearly say ?   what were you not to do ? ( for muireann! )

humans are so difficult, and strange. easy to anger, easy to annoyance. muireann can follow instructions, although they are more like suggestions. she licks her lips, fresh blood still on them from the finger she rid a man of. she didn't even grab it. he, as many other men approached her, it was he who put his hand near her face. it was his own wrongdoing that cost him a digit. in her eyes muireann did no wrong. but jack seemed to be frustrated. at her. there's a pout on her lips. an annoyed one. she didn't even get to keep the finger, jack managed to get her away from it before she could feast on it. "stay put. and do not eat anyone." she doesn't understand why it is so important that her true nature isn't discovered in a place filled to the brim with other pirates. a part of her understands. another doubts that it would be any different. "-it was his fault i bit him, placing his hand so close to my face, not my fault his finger was so weak that it fell off with just a bite...i also did not keep the finger, spat it out did not eat it." she tilts her head. "-are you angry, upset? i can sing you a song to calm you down." she suggests.

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#/ 𝚃𝙰𝙶𝙶𝙴𝙳 — ic ( they haunt you ) #/ 𝚃𝙰𝙶𝙶𝙴𝙳 — askbox ( reply ) #/ 𝚃𝙰𝙶𝙶𝙴𝙳 — character / muireann. #( how is it that jack keeps finding himself in these situations is my question ) #( she's kinda right did follow his instructions ) #( what if she bit the finger off someone important oh the possibilities ) #trickstercaptain