#sub potc

[minoment]

ofc ofc ofc, sub!jack sparrow supremacy✨ So I didn't really plan this out, but something about jack getting the cockiness fucked outta him…it just does something to me. I don't mind presentation, so you can keep it gender neutral if you like!! Now i'll proceed to obsessively refresh the 'dom reader' tag until you publish it <3

Pairing: CAPTAIN Jack Sparrow x Dom GN!Reader

Type: Draft

A/N: Posting this because I promised to get it out <3

Minors DNI <3

You and Jack had gotten off on the wrong foot, to say the least. Well, in your opinion. He didn't seem quite so bothered by it, more.. excited? That definitely ticked you off. He was so.. so infuriating.. so carefree. He treated you like some alluringly gorgeous god of war and that he was some un-killable fool who dared question your presence. Like he was the special one who would never ever be shown your wrath. You hated it.

Jack Sparrow was known across the seas as the luckiest, unlucky but admirable alcoholic to ever stumble upon the slippery decks of a ship. You however, were known as a vicious, territorial, almost Nordic pirate who guarded their claimed land with iron and steel. No one dared to venture near your territory, the pure amount of fear had made you almost forgotten to this day. Not that you minded of course. Stories of your cruelty and maliciousness spread an elaboration of what you were truly like, the tales isolating you in an almost comforting sense of loneliness.

You almost wished you had back that loneliness. But no. Of course not. That fool had made sure to never give you a sense of tranquility ever again.

"HELLLOOOO??"

A shouting voice was heard over the waves, it was slightly slurred and incredibly obnoxious for this early hour. The golden sun peeked over the horizon, sending golden slivers dancing across the waters surface.

You grunted softly, opening an eye and slowly picking yourself off the deck of your ship where you had peacefully been napping. You were an intimidating figure, at least 6'4" and toned from years of taming rough oceans. Your skin was tanned and mottled with scars and tattoos. Your braided and decorated hair glowed a fiery auburn in the growing daylight, 'like molten copper' as your late mother used to say.

Silently, you moved over to the ships edge, raking your cold green gaze over the sandy expanse of the small island you were moored next to. And there he was..

That daft moron got himself stranded a few days ago, somehow separating himself from his crew AND the Black Pearl. You had moored here a few weeks prior, reading the stars and waiting for the perfect time to sail back to your hidden cove you called home. He had dragged himself drunkenly out of the sea not 16 hours ago and your tranquil peace had disappeared from that point forward.

You had no intention of helping him, his constant chatting and one-sided conversations making him insufferable. He was doing it on purpose and you knew that, but it got on your nerves either way.

"What tha fuck d'ya want?" You snapped crossly over the well-kept railing of your ship. Your gaze narrowed as a triumphant smirk played across his lips. He was admittedly handsome, you'd give him that.

"Mornin' lovely..." He singsonged flirtatiously, gazing up at you and shielding his eyes from the now fully-risen sun.

You scowled in disapproval, not appreciating this levelling sort of flirtatious friendliness.

"You know.." He continued thoughtfully, mockingly speaking as if you were some sort of Lord, "I'd really like some food and water.. if you'd be so gallant as to spare some?"

You scowled once more and moved away from the railing. As much as it was 'survival of the fittest' and a constant battle with your stubbornly cruel personality, you couldn't watch a man starve to death with your help right in front of him. Besides, apart from being an infuriating pest, he hadn't actually hurt you.

A neatly coiled rope lay near your mast and you picked it up, carrying it back over to the railing. You secured the end firmly to the rail and dropped it down so the other ratty end dipped into the salty water.

"Climb up before I change my fuckin' mind.." You snapped, tilting your head in a sort of aggressive invitation aboard.

Jack wasted no time in scrambling up the rope like a monkey, your powerful grasp steadying his shoulder and body as he helped himself aboard. He stood to the side as you untied the rope and started to reel it up. His hand absentmindedly rubbed where your fingers had gripped his collarbone, his gaze flicking to your veined, clearly weathered hand as it worked the now sodden rope.

You turned and looked down at him, your gaze becoming ever so less furious as he looked back up at you and thanked you for your generosity. For some reason, you felt a little guilty for not letting him on sooner. He looked like a curious little mutt, his beautiful brown eyes seeming to warm you up from the inside out. You bit the inside of your cheek and looked away, scolding yourself for getting in your head. You motioned Jack to follow and brought him below deck.

Your boat was large yet you were the only one on it. It was decorated beautifully, showing off what obvious peace you had by yourself. There were maps and tapestries in some rooms, others having shark skulls and ornately engraved longswords hung up with bent nails. Apparently you were incredibly creative as well as a ruthless killer.

Jack marvelled your boat before his gaze curiously roamed your broad form. His keen eye took note of your clean clothes, the neat Nordic pattern embroidery and the occasional stain of spattered blood. Your belt held pouches and sheathed knives, all made by you. He admired your physique too, the way your muscles flexed under your skin as your opened the heavy door to your main living area. You didn't smell like the usual pirate either. An alluring scent of spices, fabric, seawater and blood seemed to follow you wherever you walked.

Eventually you sat him down, taking note of his ripped clothes and dirty features. You motioned for him to hold out his hands, working in complete silence as you wiped off his hands with a wet rag. The salt water stung a few scratches but Jack patiently held still, letting you wipe off his neck and face area. You almost did this as a sign of respect before standing up and getting him some clean clothes. You held out the rag and the pail of sea water, wordlessly telling him to get dressed and clean the rest of his body. He did as he was hold and you turned, moving to the other side of the cabin to find some stale bread and dried fish for him to eat.

When you finally turned around, he had washed himself and was getting dressed. Only Jacks upper body remained unclothed and your green gaze wandered over his tan skin. He had many bullet and knife wounds, adding up to the lucky part of his reputation. Personally, you found them quite beautiful although you would rather die than admit it.

"Here.." You said gruffly, handing him the plate of foot and a pouch of rainwater off your person. "Rest for a while.."

"Ah.. thank you.." Jack replied, finishing dressing himself and taking the plate and pouch from you. "I knew ya soul would be as beautiful as your pretty face.."

You sighed silently, moving to pick up his discarded clothes. You walked back up to the sunny desk, laying out Jacks clothes so they would dry and be parched of their salty sea smell.

You moved back below deck, your gaze raking over Jacks now-clothed chest and opening your mouth to ask about his scars.

"You really are nothing like the stories say, are ya?" Jack said as he interrupted your train of thought before you could speak and looked from his food to your eyes.

You paused, momentarily re-arranging your thoughts before speaking.

"No I'm not..." You said eventually, motioning to your own chest in reference to his bullet wound scars. "But you're definitely as lucky as the tales tell.."

Jack looked down and smiled slightly to himself, unable to form a response to that. It felt odd to be complimented by such a stoic and feared persona like yourself.

"What are ya really like then?" Jack asked, drinking the last of his water and letting you take the plate from him.

"I- don't really know.." You replied, stowing the things away before turning back to him. "Well no.. I just can't remember.."

"Why not?" Jack asked with a tilt of his head. "You look like you'd have quite the personality.."

"Near death experience can blanch the personality from your soul I s'pose.." You shrug, leaning back against the ships wall and crossing your arms. You watched him closely. "You definitely have had your fair share of near death experiences, how come you're still an arrogant shit?" You say flatly, making Jack laugh.

"You've got quite the mouth huh?" He smirked, his gaze flicking to your scarred lips in a much more suggestive way than before.

You were a little taken aback by his suddenness but you regained control of yourself and narrowed your eyes. "Answer my question.."

"I guess I'm just better than you.." Jack shrugged with a cocky smirk, obviously trying to rile you up. The annoying thing was, it was working. You gritted your teeth, your jaw tensing.

Jack easily picked up on that and grinned, a soft chuckle escaping him. He knew this was a dangerous game; that only made him want to play it more. It certainly solidified his reputation of the stupidly brave captain.

"You aren't better than me.." You scowled, your hands moving behind you to grip the wooden counter as he began to approach you.

"Oh but I am.." Jack smirked. "You would have killed me by now if I were anyone else in front of you.. am I special?"

The audacity he had. It made your blood boil, but nonetheless you stayed against the wall, watching him like a hawk.

"It makes me wonder.." Jack continued, moving ever closer so his body was mere inches from yours and his calloused hand reached up to cup your face. He leant up and in a little closer, his lips only centimetres from yours. "A great pirate like you.. maybe you've gone soft.. maybe you could even be a whore and-"

That word set something ablaze inside of you, a boiling pit of rage and frustration overflowing within your guts. The only thing you could think about was teaching this cocky brat a lesson. Just before he could finish the rest of his insulting sentence, before he could kiss you; you snapped.

You pushed him back, slamming him against the opposite wall and knocking the breath out of him. Before Jack could get a single word or gasp out of his mouth, you crashed your lips against his and silenced him. His eyes widened in shock before he relaxed. He attempted to bring his hands up to cup your face but you gripped his wrists and slammed them against the wall with your iron grasp. This was a lesson.

You bit down on his lower lip and squeezed his wrists tighter, earning a low whine of protest from Jack as your larger body pushed him up against the wall. Soon your hands left his wrists and he got the message, holding onto the edge of the counter lining the ships wall. Jack gripped the polished wood so hard he thought his rings would splinter the expensive timber. His breath hitched as you wrapped your hand around his neck, only needing one to pleasurably restrict his blood flow.

Heat pooled between his legs when your hand tightened around his neck, a choked whine escaping his lips as lightheaded pleasure filled his senses. You took this opportunity to slide your tongue into his mouth, making his legs almost buckle. Your kisses became even more aggressive and vicious as you tasted him, pinning him roughly up against the wall. The fiery taste of rum and salt on his lips spurred you on as Jack mewled in your grasp. You were so good, it made him lose himself almost instantly. The way you squeezed his neck, how your rough fingers pressed against his arteries so he could breathe easily through his nose while you ravaged his now kiss-bitten lips.. he wanted more, oh so much more...

Jacks greed eventually got the better of him and he clawed at your free hand, trying to move it towards his hips. You growled low in your throat, warning him. He didn't listen, desperate for more pleasure as he dug his nails into your hand. You pulled away with a rough curse, gripping his dreaded locks and dragging him away from the wall and down into the next room; your quarters.

The man yelped in a pleasurable sort of pain, opening his mouth to protest. You didn't let him, throwing him down into the messy nest of furs, fabrics, and blankets that was your bed. You held Jack down on his stomach, one hand pressing down between his shoulder blades and your knee in the small of his back. Nothing could be heard except for Jacks laboured breathing, the gentle lapping of the waves against the hull, and the metallic noise of you unclasping your belt.

You dragged the thick, worn, leather strap from around your waist before wrapping his tightly around Jacks wrists. He watched as you wrapped the belt further around an iron ring connected to the wall, unable to move his hands. Now that he was restrained and laying on his stomach in your bed, you could begin his real lesson.

Jack buried his face in the fabrics, your scent making arousal rock through his body in steady waves; yet it was also weirdly comforting to him. He felt you over him, your knees on either side of his hips as you leant down to bite and kiss at his neck.

You moved his hair ever so gently to the side, your lips and teeth leaving dark hickeys all over his sweet, salty skin. Jacks breathing became heavy once more as he tried to hide this fact by muffling his face in the furs. Eventually it became too hot and Jack couldn't breathe, so he just lay his head to the side and took it; not even bothering to preserve his dignity or hide his rough pants and gasps anymore when you suckled marks onto his skin.

You were marking Jack as yours and the very thought made his hips stutter forward ever so slightly. A small whine escaped his lips and you scowled, one hand moving to pull his hips up away from the bed. Jack was now face down ass up, a humiliated blush spreading over his features as he panted. One of your hands was in his hair, tightly gripping his locks and keeping his neck exposed while you marked him. The other held his hips, keeping him pressed against your body but unable to grind down against the sheets where he needed it most.

A choked breath was pushed from Jacks lips as he realized exactly what situation he was in. You weren't going to give him any sort of pleasure. You were going to hold him up like this and mark him up until he was a pleading mess. Jack didn't want that, he was greedy for more, anything more; and you knew it.

Jacks heavy panting and gasps filled the room, occasionally breaking it up with low keening whines as you tugged his hair and marked his neck. Eventually he couldn't take this torture any longer.

"P-please.. Indulge me, I beg you.." Jack panted, swallowing and licking his lips. His own breaking, reedy voice surprised him. "Need more..."

Jack lay his head to the side as you pulled away from his neck, letting out a low groan as you squeezed his hips and silently warned him not to try and thrust back down against the bed.

You decided to treat him knowing that his stubborn greed and wants would get both of you nowhere. So instead of taking away what he wanted, you would give it to him. Oh yes you would, you would give him what he wanted until he was a squirming, moaning mess just pleading for you to stop.

Jack practically melted in your grasp once more as your hot mouth came in contact with the sensitive skin of his neck. Your sharp teeth grazed over the fresh bruises, your tongue gliding over their wake.

The sensation distracted his attention long enough for you to slip your large, rough hands into the soft cotton fabric of his pants. the low whine echoing in his throat turned into a strangled moan as your hand wrapped around his stiff, leaking shaft.

He buried his face in the furs once more, his hips trembling as your mouth continued to work at his neck and your hand tightened around his cock. Jack could feel himself dripping into your tight fist as he bit down on the thick wool of a blanket, his eyes rolling back in pure ecstasy. Nonetheless, he remained obedient and kept his hips as still as possible while your hand worked him into oblivion.

#dom reader #sub character #sub captain jack sparrow #sub jack sparrow #sub pirates of the carribean #pirates of the caribbean #potc #potc headcanons #sub potc #unfinished work #mino chats //

[before-the-black-pearl]

I only recently started reading these books, and I stumbled upon your blog, saw your most recent post, and thought I'd put if out there if you weren't aware, you can read most of the Jack Sparrow books on the internet archives's library! Poseidon's Peak and The Tale of Billy Turner and Other Stories are the ones I can't seem to find. (The Price of Freedom, The Brightest Star in the North, and at least 4 of the Brethren books are there as well.)

I’ve def heard about them! Here’s a couple links for anyone wanting to find them!

Also I know I’ve been saying this for years now but I’m gonna get around to transcribing and publishing books 11 and 12! I don’t have any clue why they’re aren’t archived or why they’re so expensive/hard to find.

#asks and subs #pirates of the caribbean #potc #pirates #captain jack sparrow #jack sparrow #young jack sparrow #jack sparrow books #rob kidd

[sovaharbor]

mmos are such a unique genre and quite frankly one of my favorites. yes i want to play the same game as hundreds if not thousands of other people because i love a sense of community that simple 4-player multiplayer games cannot achieve. i want to mindlessly grind With Other People because it’s the only way it’s fun. i want to sit and idly fish because i think it’s cute when i sit next to some random other person who is also idly fishing and we may not know each other or even speak to each other but ik there’s another person behind that screen and we are simply vibing together now. what do u want from me.

#shout-out to toontown for getting me started real fucking early at 7 years old. #toontown.. potc online.. w101... mabinogi... vindictus... aura kingdom... #OH GOD WONDERLAND ONLINE. that was my first non-kid mmo. #TALESRUNNER TOO. FUCK. #and now it's ffxiv but i can't sub bc not working #so i'm back to mabi to fill the void lmaoooo. #at least it's not vindi

[safyresky]

The subreddit for tsc/tscs is actually wildin lmao, they've spent the past two days being like "GOSH GOLLY CAN'T WAIT FOR SEASON 3" which hasn't even been confirmed yet (and hopefully WON'T BE) and the posts read in such a way that I'm convinced they're like bots or smth

#they give me the same vibes as the potc subs #which is the speculation of continuation of the media lol #BOTH of these franchises need to DIE tbh and be LEFT ALONE bc HOT DAMN. THE SEQUELS HAVE BEEN BAD #dani speaks

[biodegradable-glitter]

listen ofmd is great but let’s not forget the og gay pirates ok

(+elizabeth swann because SHE!)

#not saying i necessarily ship jack and will. #i’m just gay and there’s so much homoerotic (sub)text here #PotC #pirates of the caribbean #atlas says things #atlas is being gay on the internet again #currently watching potc3 #jack sparrow #william turner #elizabeth swann #pirate king swann #:)

[n7viper]

9 Fav Movies

Thanks for the tag @briarfox13 ! 💖

No pressure tagging: @hawkeshep | @plisuu | @rosella-writes | @blarrghe | @melisusthewee | @sulky-valkyrie | @moss-flesh | @kirkwalls-dumbest | @indoctrinates | @commander-krios

1. Mulan

2. Captain America: The Winter Soldier

3. M*A*S*H

4. The Grand Budapest Hotel

5. The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers

6. The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo (2011)

7. Kiki's Delivery Service

8. Anastasia

9. Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest

#long post #MASH certainly has not aged well #and that's even considering the things that weren't put into the movie #also I love the Millennium Trilogy; especially the Swedish movies #if I could mash the casts together I would #the ending of the US movie was inaccurate but overall I did like the movie #I was also a massive PotC fan when I was younger #honestly PotC Online was the first MMO I played LOL #I convinced my mom to get me the subscription and everything #I probably still have my physical sub rewards in a box somewhere #there was a little jolly roger and a map at least #tag games

[cjbolan]

Davy Jones [Lyrics] (feat. @RachelHardy @Fialeja )

Major Namor/Shuri vibes with this song. I’m slowly coming around to this ship because of all the amazing fanart for it. As an artist I’ll support anything that inspires amazing art. Also they low-key remind me of Batman/Catwoman. Both hero/villain pairings with a ton of sexual tension, with the woman wearing a black cat costume.

*WARNING: WAKANDA FOREVER SPOILERS BELOW* ...

And yes I know Namor killed Shuri’s mom, so I doubt they’ll become a canon couple. Honestly they probably shouldn’t.

But before that moment I definitely shipped them. And wonder what they’d be like under different circumstances. It’s like Namor said, “...it could have been different.”

#wakanda forever #black panther wakanda forever #mcu #marvel #pirates of the caribbean #potc #colm mcguiness #cover #davy jones #disney #namor the sub mariner #mcu namor #namor #shuri #namuri #batman #catwoman #dc #dc comics #nashuri #namor/shuri #seaprincess

[thelibraryofsylphide]

Hector Barbossa- Still thinking of runnin', Jack? Think you can outrun the world? You know, the problem with being the last of anythin'... By and by there be none left at all. Jack Sparrow- Sometimes things come back, mate... We're livin' proof, you and me. H.B.- Aye, but that's a gamble of long odds, ain't it? There's never a guarantee of coming back. But passing on, that's dead certain. J.S.- Summoning the Brethren Court, then, is it? H.B.- It's our only hope, lad. J.S.- That's a sad commentary in and of itself.

H.B.- The world used to be a bigger place... J.S.- The world's still the same. There's just... less in it.

Jack Sparrow and Hector Barbossa, POTC: At World's End. (video) (transcript) (subbed image)

#potc #pirates of the caribbean #at world's end #potc:awe #hector barbossa #captain barbossa #jack sparrow #captain jack sparrow #I like transcribing barbossa with poetry-like organization. it fits him #edits #my edits #my nasty ass crunchy ass edits actually

[karinamay]

I got tagged by the wonderful @cinnamontails-ff to talk about fanfic so let's go

1) How many works do you have on AO3? 33 apparently? Damn, that's actually way more than I thought okay okay.

2) What’s your total AO3 word count? 198,622 (that's hilariously low again when looking at the amount of works)

3) What fandoms do you write for? BG3 currently, I used to write a lot for CR and Detroit Evolution

4) What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Arms unfolding (Critical Role, Caleb/Essek)

Uselessly devoted (Critical Role, Caleb/Jester)

Something small (Critical Role, Dorian/Dariax)

Three is company (Critical Role, Caleb/Jester/Essek)

The one that got away (BG3, Astarion/Tav)

5) Do you respond to comments? I try to, I really love getting comments and having little conversations with everyone but I'm also terrible with keeping up with my email notifications.

6) What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Wrong place, wrong time (Detroit Evolution, Nines/Gavin)

7) What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? I almost always write happy endings honestly.. Tell her a story (tell her the honest truth) (Detroit Evolution, Ada/North) maybe?

8) Do you get hate on fics? I don't think I've ever had straight up hate, no.

9) Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Yes, I'm very much a smutty oneshot writer, who occasionally branches out. What kind of smut? I don't know? Nothing extremely. Mainly F/M. The consensual kind. Good communication is a recurring topic. One of my most used tags is probably "dom/sub undertones"

10) Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? I don't have any crossovers up and I don't plan on writing any. The most idiotic fic I have up on AO3 is a fanfic based on the google translate butchered script of Detroit Evolution called Camp Cyberlife (Anatomy) that I fully just wrote as a joke for a couple of friends.

11) Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not that I'm aware.

12) Have you ever had a fic translated? Nope.

13) Have you ever co-written a fic before? Also no.

14) What’s your all time favorite ship? My all time favourite ship is Will/Elizabeth from PotC, but I don't read or write about that, they just live in my brain forever.

15) What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? I have a WIP still up for a Detroit Evolution fic that I haven't touched in literal years, that I recently got a comment on. I reread it and now I personally am pissed at myself for never finishing it because it ends on a cliffhanger and I don't even remember what was supposed to happen.

16) What are your writing strengths? The thing I've been complimented on most across all fandoms is characterisation. I take a lot of care finding the voice of the characters I write, and from people's reactions that seems to work very well.

17) What are your writing weaknesses? Pacing. Pacing is hard.

18) Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? I think it's hard to not have it be confusing. I've thrown in a few words in a different language here and there a few times, but never more than that. I think there's definitely a place for it but it's hard to do it well.

19) First fandom you wrote for? Oof, um. I think that somewhere in the dephts of ff.net there's still a fic of mine for the shadowhunters universe that exists.

20) Favorite fic you’ve written? Recently probably The one that got away. That one is a little special to me because the Tav in there is a character very near and dear to my heart. Besides that I'm actually really really enjoying working on my current multichapter (with the most obnoxiously long title) High heeled heroes & reluctantly righteous rogues (BG3, Astarion/Tav).

#fanfic #tag game #iiiiii'm not tagging anyone because i barely have any writing friends on here I think #I forgot how much CR fic I've written jfc #it's just out there

[fieldsofbone]

my ocd be like: you may have a few sub-hyperfixations nestled within The Main Hyperfixation, as a treat

#the main is andy / black veil obviously #but the sub rn is potc which i’m having a resurgence in lmao

[before-the-black-pearl]

If the "Barnacle Crew" had their own pieces of eight like the court, what would they be? And why?

I had to think sooo long and hard about this one! This is such a good question.

I feel like some of the crew have their own special items already so I almost feel like that’s a little too easy for me to headcanon lol.

Jean has a magical ring of keys in the last book so I’m gonna say that for him.

Tumen’s would probably be his astrolabe or maybe a necklace from his village or something.

Fitz would be his pocket watch or his spyglass.

Jack’s would be the beads in his hair.

Arabella is the one I still haven’t come up with!

#asks and subs #headcanons #pieces of eight #pirates of the caribbean #potc #pirates #captain jack sparrow #jack sparrow #young jack sparrow #arabella smith #fitzwilliam p dalton iii #jean magliore #tumen #barnacle crew #jack sparrow books #rob kidd

[tsumtsumsthighs]

𓆩♡𓆪 Masterlist 𓆩♡𓆪

𓆩♡𓆪 haikyuu 𓆩♡𓆪

more than enough (atsumu x gn!reader) (sfw, drabble)

make it harder to breathe (atsumu x fem!reader) (nsfw, one-shot)

he’s a pirate (pirate!atsumu x fem!reader) (potc au) (nsfw, oneshot, collab entry)

iwaoi x fem!reader threesome (nsfw, one-shot)

pretty little tears (sub!oikawa x fem!reader) (nsfw, one-shot, collab entry)

𓆩♡𓆪 jujutsu kaisen 𓆩♡𓆪

choke me maybe? (yuuji x fem!reader, mild nsfw)

frying pan debacle (inumaki x gn!reader) (sfw, drabble, collab entry)

𓆩♡𓆪 bungou stray dogs 𓆩♡𓆪

for free (dazai x gn!reader) (sfw, suggestive, drabble)

i’m glad we found you (akutagawa x fem!reader x atsushi) (soulmate au, nsfw, one-shot)

what a pleasant surprise (mafia!dazai x fem!reader) (nsfw, one-shot)

𓆩♡𓆪 my hero academia 𓆩♡𓆪

apple orchard date (kirishima x gn!reader) (sfw, one-shot, collab entry)

morning angel (hawks x gn!reader) (sfw, one-shot)

𓆩♡𓆪 collab masterlists  𓆩♡𓆪

tlc kinktober 2021

frying pan collab

hello gourd-geous

once upon a dream | disney aus

#an updated masterlist! #better organization and just a bit nicer looking #now if i could just write more stuff

[crowreys-wormstache]

I hope the 3 ppl who subbed to my one (1) PotC fic from 2020 that was never intended as anything but a one-shot are finally getting something they're into with me churning out one OFMD fic after another

#potc #potc: dead man's chest #potc:dmc #pirates of the carribean #ofmd #our flag means death #disney #hbo max #jess talks

[reinbewpastel]

I’m feeling very discouraged right now. I tried to create demand for a Pirates series as it’s something I’ve wanted since I was a little kid, and I know some other fans want one too, but alas, there will never be demand. 99% of the POTC fandom doesn’t even want a series ever. To say that it’s heartbreaking is an understatement.

I still intend on finishing my pitch bible since it’s a personal passion project of mine that I went into knowing no one will probably see it and I still want to put my visions out there, but after that, I’ll no longer waste my time and talk about it. Unless there’s BIG news, I’m not continuing to talk about this fantasy of mine. If anyone wants to talk about it over DM or send a sub about it, that’s fine but I’m not making anymore posts about it.

#give pirates a tv show #the young jack sparrow books deserves to be a tv series #pirates disney+ series #disney+ #disney+ series #disney plus #pirates of the caribbean #potc #pirates #captain jack sparrow #jack sparrow #young jack sparrow #jack sparrow books #rob kidd

[ashleybenlove]

The subs are like this man is speaking with a Scottish accent.

It’s Billy Connolly! As opposed to what?

Also: Hans Zimmer is doing the score which is... he’ll later do the POTC score, which also is piratey. 

#ashleybenlove posts #muppet treasure island #The Muppets

[eragonpaolini]

ok I am interested in hearing about the mouse novel you started in 3rd grade

For anyone wondering what this is about, I mentioned this story a couple times in the tags, I don’t even remember on what posts lol. It took a minute to dig it up but I finally found it, wasn't even on my computer, it was on my backup drive lol. I’m gonna liveblog my reactions to it. Probably gonna be a long post, so

It's bad. It's very bad. I thought I started it in like 3rd or 4th grade or something but I found the earliest version in my 2009 folder which was 6th grade for me 😭. I don't think I was that bad at writing in 6th grade but it's really very bad. We're talking worse than My Immortal bad. It's possible I started it earlier and moved it to more recent folders over time (cause I took like 3 years to write like 6 pages lmao) but this is worrisome. I also found updated versions in my 2010 and 2011 folders which went up to 8 pages whoo! (But somehow only 2k words for the longest versions??) The "last modified" date is worthless cause I've moved it between like 3 computers and 5 flash drives/backups so all the versions say 2017.

That being said, there is a very marked improvement in the writing quality over those 8 pages that I'm almost proud of. That last page is frankly perfectly readable as a novel written for 8-12 year olds, though the story structure still needs a ton of work.

Oh shit, I just dug into the file metadata and found out it was created in May 2007, so 4th grade! Whew! I have an excuse for how bad it is. The newest version was last modified in April 2011 so that totally explains why it's so much better towards the end. Huh, just noticed I actually updated the intro in the most recent version, which makes it slightly more palatable lmao.

Well now that I've finished liveblogging my detour down memory lane, what the hell's the story about?

A town called Miceville exists in the lowest sub-basement of a human apartment building. The main character (named Cheddar Squigee) gets himself into a predicament, lost in the wilderness due in part to his own bad decisions and in part because of his older brother's dumbassery. Hopelessly stranded with no hope for rescue while his family is worried sick looking for him, Cheddar goes on an adventure with ghost pirates to find some treasure and save them from their curse (because I’d just watched Pirates of the Caribbean), before eventually reuniting with his family. I only got as far as the “he got stranded” bit with the beginnings of lore for the ghost pirates.

Some highlights from the story:

I think the very idea of a mouse story came from me reading some Geronimo Stilton books around that time. Look them up if you haven’t heard of them, they’re great books in my memory from when I was like 10 so I’m sure they’ll hold up over a decade later /s

There’s an “I didn’t know you could read” reference to Harry Potter

The entire ghost pirates thing is obviously lifted from PotC which I think is just hilarious

There’s a Clip Art pic of a mouse on one of the pages :)

The entire thing is written in Comic Sans font except for two parts which are 1) The chapter titles which are in Impact (that meme font fyi) and 2) The main title which is in the old MS Office 2003 WordArt lmao

Some lowlights:

I was a Brand Shill™, for Lamborghini of all things

I made Cheddar’s brother a major dick and a dumbass, which absolutely was not at all inspired by my relationship with my IRL brother, not one bit. There is nothing for a therapist to unpack there.

I don’t know why I specified the mouse city was in the sub-basement of a human apartment. The humans were never supposed to make an appearance or have any impact to the story. I could just have easily made it a full mouse world like Redwall or whatever.

Everything happens so fast (what is pacing and plot structure?) so if I finished the story at the current pace I don’t think it would break 30k words, not even a novel.

Anyway, thank you so much for giving me an excuse to take a couple of hours looking at this crappy story I wrote over a decade ago. No, no one can read it it’s still very bad.

#sorry it took so long #I had to find out where it was saved which took a while #and then I wanted to set aside some time to do a proper retrospective #this was fun #thanks for the ask! #hashtag #asks #anonymous