#Kane Pirate101

[umbral-fantome]

Commission done by @bowietea ! Featuring my clockwork Praetorian Custos Novus and of course, his boyfriend Supreme Commander Kane.

#pirate101 #pirate101 armada #pitty fandom #clockwork armada #kane pirate101 #custos novus: clockwork praetorian

[stormyykat]

part one of some human armada designs :^] ... kane + the specialist boy ever

#pirate101 #arthub #p101 #kane pirate101 #phule pirate101 #fanart #kane is like a bratz doll to me. and phule. thats my babygirl #also yes im a short kane truther. he is SMALL. phule is 2 inches taller tan him and the other elites tower over both of them

[save-the-spiral]

for the numbers game, 43

(buy me coffee?)

Content warning for violence, gore, eye trauma, trauma in general, suicidal ideation, death, murder, implied torture.

oops who expected Alexander's fight against Kane? I didn't.

A steel boot presses into Alexander's chest, crushing his lungs and forcing him to wheeze and gasp for air in a display of complete indignity.

He does not beg, nor scramble to fight. He knows when he cannot fight back and the pathetic scrabbling for survival is something he had always hated to see in others. He won't lower himself that far.

Instead he lies on his back, the marble's cold seeping through the layers of finery and leather armor. He doesn't have the breath to beg with, and he wouldn't if he could. The leather band that tied his hair back was long gone, and so black hair fanned around him in a halation of darkness.

Around the battlefield, allies and enemies alike turn to witness the scene. Rooke, Queen, Bonnie Anne, Ratbeard, Tytonidae.

Kane's saber gleams in the light, its steel blade reflecting bronze from the mechanisms surrounding them. The clockwork man could move any second, slashing Alexander's throat with brutal efficiency and leaving him to bleed out like a slaughtered pig.

Alexander grunts in pain as Kane grinds his heel into Alexander's sternum. He can almost feel his bones creaking and straining.

Kane's head tilts, and those empty eyes stare at Alexander's face.

"Pathetic, really." He says, a metallic hum resonating from behind the porcelain mask. "The terror of the skyways, reduced to nothing more than a bug beneath my heel. Not quite the challenging game I had been hoping for."

Alexander wants to spit out curses at the clockwork, but the steel boot on his chest stomps onto his stomach as Kane backs away. He almost vomits at the sudden pain, wheezing as his lungs recover. He grabs at the knives hilted at his belt on instinct, desperate for some measure of control.

"Come now, little pirate." Kane says condescendingly, waving his saber grandly. "You and I can settle this, pirate to clockwork. Surely the tales of your prowess were not falsified? Or are you as fallible and weak as your pirate captain parents were?"

"They were cartographers, not pirates." Alexander snarls, rolling to his side and coming up in a crouch.

Kane hums, tilting his head one again in an infuriating show of casualness as he slips something out of his sleeve.

A banged up compass on a chain swings like a pendulum, held between metal fingers. Some time during their battle Kane must've stolen it out of Alexander's breast pocket on his coat. The burnished brass gleamed faintly, scratched and dented as it was. The silver arrows of the compass spin lightly as it sways on the chain.

"Give that back!" Alexander shouts. He draws his glowing daggers from his belt.

"Worthless mapmakers. No wonder you are such a disappointment." Kane says, and drops the compass.

Its scratched glass face shatters against the marble floor, and Alexander lunges for Kane.

The resulting fight is a dance more than anything, Kane deftly moving out of the way, keeping distance so his much longer weapon still gives him the advantage. Alexander slashes with his daggers, then throws his last knife from his bandolier and steps with his back foot to avoid a stab of Kane's saber.

A beast tamer and the lion, the bear, the monster. One always calm and cool, the other running on instinct and fear.

Neither of them give any ground, always pushing back and forth. Something has to give.

And it won't be the automaton created for battle. Kane is unyielding, an efficient machine that utilizes logic far beyond many people's capabilities.

Darling Alexander Dove is just a man at the end of the day.

Kane's saber slashes upwards in an unexpected turn. Alexander tries to step back and is too late. The blade slices upwards, blood pours across his face, the pain searing and sudden.

Kane steps forward for another attack, a stab that slams into Alexander's gut like a punch from a boxer. Alexander chokes on it and moves forward, feeling the blade push in deeper. He stabs downwards with his knives, catching in Kane's wrist joint and forcing the sword to fall, slipping out of his wound and onto the floor with a clatter. Alexander's hands falter and he stumbles back.

Kane kicks Alexander in the chest, bones snapping from the force and the world upends itself in Alexander's limited vision as he falls back. He's instantly winded, gasping for air, agony spreading from whatever is wrong with his chest.

Distantly Bonnie Anne screams. Alexander can only stare at the vaulted ceiling, blurred movement of bronze and golden gears captured in his gaze. He can feel the pulse of blood pouring from his face and gut. He has no weapons.

Alexander spent so long being helpless. The orphan street rat begging for a scrap of food. The cabin boy taught things he didn't wish to learn. The captain who could barely control his newfound crew.

Violence fixes every problem he has had. And now that he cannot fight back, he understands that all he has done is make others helpless, fearful, just so he could have a modicum of control over his life and emotions for a brief moment. Only to lose it again and again, so his victims' torment and lives were in vain, because he could never do anything but follow the same patterns.

And for a while, he had broken those patterns. He had someone.

In death he has nothing. He'll die just as any of his victims had, ignoble and suffering for nothing more than entertainment, for being in the way.

Had his parents felt this way?

Were they this scared?

For the first time in years, he distantly hopes he will at least see his parents again.

He hopes it all stops hurting.

For so long the pain, caused and felt, was all Alexander could use as an anchor. At least the pain made it all real. Now the pain was fading, agony slipping away as shock and bloodloss set in. He wheezes up at the ceiling and wonders why it's all taking so long.

Metal clashes and scrapes against metal, and Alexander can barely process it. He lies there and gives up because it is easier than continuing to suffer, because the darkness and warm sleep of death beckon him. It is the sway of the hammock on his parents' ship, it is the hum of distant drinking songs in a tavern, it is the embrace of someone who has been waiting for him.

Alexander has been waiting for death nearly as long as it has been waiting for him. At twenty-four years old, he's finally given the opportunity to die with the most honor he'll likely ever be given, bleeding out and felled by an enemy far greater than he.

He won't have to continue coping with the damage he's done, the lives he's taken, if he dies now and it becomes his repentance. He won't have to continue to fail at becoming a better person if he dies a martyr. He has long been beyond redemption, he thinks, so why not die before he worsens his already tarnished legacy, the legacy his parents had left him.

"I've got you." Someone says. It's a deep metal hum. Alexander can feel it in his bones as his vision fades. Strong, unrelenting arms hold him as if he were small and fragile.

He remembers this. It must be his father carrying him to bed after he fell asleep watching the stars.

It must be his mother cradling him after a nightmare.

It must be death's arms that carry him, merciful and finally here.

Alexander lets himself slip away, head pressed against their chest, hearing the clicking of gears rather than the thud of a heartbeat.

Tytonidae stands among the wreckage he made after destroying Kane and the remainders of his court. He holds his... he holds Alexander gently, his large battleaxe holstered across his back once again now that the battle is over.

Bonnie Anne grabs at Tytonidae's arm and pulls him along, out of the battlefield and into the warm Valencian sunlight. Alexander looks paler than ever, chest rising and falling minutely.

"Get him into the infirmary. I can save him." Bonnie says.

Tytonidae will lay Alexander to rest on a sickbed, staining white sheets a dark red as he does so. He will stand vigil at Alexander's side through the long surgeries and procedures Bonnie and the other crewmates do to save Alexander's life.

He will watch them all put the work in to save Alexander that the pirate captain would never do for himself.

Late at night he will watch over Alexander. A bandage will cover half of Alexander's face, the eye a lost cause according to Bonnie Anne.

Tytonidae watches the man resting, recovering. No longer does Alexander appear to be on death's door, but merely sleeping. He looks younger than his twenty-four years, and his mouth upturns into a slight smile as he dreams.

Tytonidae wishes he could weep. Now seems like the perfect time for such a thing.

#ask #kattmeithmath #writing #pirate101 #pitty101 #p101 #Darling Alexander Dove #Tytonidae #my ocs #Bonnie Anne #Bonnie Anne Pirate101 #Kane Pirate101 #Kane

[todd-does-wizard-101]

human designs for these guys :)

#wizard101 #wizzy101 #wiz101 #pirate101 art #pirate101 fanart #pirate101 kane #pirate101 #pirate101 deacon #pirate101 rooke #kingsisle

[kunizwuni]

father-son bonding activity

#Pirate101 #p101 #Phule #Kane

[dailyspiral]

day 7 - HAPPY ARO VISIBILTY DAY!!!!! saluting to my fellow aros. heres some hcs!! (ratbeard is heartless aro, deacon loveless aro, mellori demiaro)

#wizard101 #pirate101 #w101 #p101 #day 7 #daily drawing #mellori w101 #ratbeard p101 #deacon p101 #if kane can love queen then deacon can not love anybody. my truths

[piecesofchess]

He never won the Spiral Showdown, but he'll always be the best Pirate101 character in my heart

Redraw of an old piece from 2020:

#pirate101 #p101 #pitty fandom #pitty101 #pirate101 kane #spiral showdown #wizard101 #i needed to avenge him. #and theres a lot of armada pieces i wanna redraw <3

[caroline-nighthunter]

You are both sides of the same coin forged by the same hand.

#pirate101 #pirate101 art #p101 #[ art ] #carol; the painter #kane; the commander #my sanity is gone #I was supposed to be doing programming but I couldn't sit there for a minute without my mental state derailing so I ended up drawing #and now it's 4:30 am........ #Also at why tf do birds start singin at 3 am??????

[extravalgant]

(going visibly insane) hi

remember those kanes i drew with an insert.... lol... well i made a part 2

also shout out to leigh for this tag i could not stop thinking about this post when i was drawing these

#pirate101 #p101 #pirate101 kane #FUCK kanes stupid ass hat. ur getting bangs instead #i also added a mole . i think i remembered stormys human kane when i was drawing these #and xeir interpretation is my favorite 🙏‼ #ermmm what else . dont take these too seriously im just projecting the fact i want to kiss kane onto this blank insert #hehe... haha..... hm #ANYWAYS. its fun #can u tell im in an artblock. BECAUSE I AM #also these r super sketchy sowwy . orz #feel free to imagine some oc x kane.... thats what this is here for..... tis what IM here for.........

[alittlesylphish]

Happy Holidays! I bring art.

#my art #my oc #digital art #pirate101 #elsword #pirate101 kane #elsword eve #kane's mug says no. 1 supreme commander

[angryatbones]

I got over my fear and finally drew my favourite robot man 😌

I may or may not change the finish/shading on this once I'm actually awake (it's nearly 2am),,

#trying to figure out his hat actually gave me brain damage #my brain could not figure it out #but i had to #cause he's always on my mind unfortunately #pirate101 #pirate101 kane #pirate101 armada #kane #p101 #fanart

[poennator]

A woman and her bike seat

#art #artist #my art #drawing #oc #the armada #rooke #kane's court #fanart #p101 #pirate101

[scarlet-101]

Have some art of Supreme Commander Kane i posted on the Pirate101 Discord server!

I made this blog to post and share content relating to pirate101 and wizard101, I hope y'all can welcome me here! ❤️

#pirate101 #p101 #pirate101 kane #pirate101 fandom #pirate101 armada #artists on tumblr #digital art #drawing

[save-the-spiral]

Wiztober 2022 Day Three: Exalted

Content warning for violence, piracy, torture, murder, eye trauma, child homelessness, child soldier (kinda?), implied (unhealthy) sex/using sex as self harm, implied slut shaming, swearing, and basically everything else for my boy alexander.

(Prompt List)

Darling Alexander Dove was a man who could easily be described as many things. ‘Easy’ would be one of those adjectives, actually. Other words described him better. 

Flamboyant, ruthless, cruel, unhinged, monstrous. Prideful.

Alexander took pride in his appearance, the finest silks dyed in eye-searing pinks and shadowy black, jewelry of pure gold and gemstones that sparkled. He took pride in his skills in battle, slicing through enemies from the darkness, vaulting and rolling through the battlefield as if it were his personal playground. He took pride in his ship, a relic his parents had used in their voyages, restored to its former glory and now flaunting his own flag, a dove with its deceitful olive branch plastered on a field of pink and black. 

He even took pride in his crew, the few loyal members he had. His steadfast sister-in-arms Bonnie Anne, the reliable Jack Russel, Subodai who never faltered, Ratbeard who was predictable and dedicated, and even a few more. Others had tried to join his crew and failed, too weak willed or weak stomached to withstand his rule. Others joined and got in the way, and became nothing more than corpses to toss overboard, falling into the void of the skyways.

Alexander rarely took pride in the rank of Captain, especially granted the inevitable ‘pirate’ that preceded it to give context. He had not earned this role, not with bribery or hard work as one would in a military. He had taken it, snatched it from thin air and hid behind it as he once did with his mother’s skirts. 

He demanded the title be used out of respect more than anything, to remind his crew that no matter what he owned and ran this ship with a gilded fist. 

Even Bonnie Anne who knew him ever since he was just some street rat abandoned and alone in the Skull Island sewers would use his title. She would knock sense to him from time to time, as big sisters tend to do, and only then would she call him Alexander or Dove.

Every skyway in the Spiral knows his name. Captain Darling Alexander Dove, scourge of the skies, that marauding carrion bird of a man who will rip you to shreds while you scream your last breath. A reputation many would spend a lifetime to achieve, and he got it in just five or so years. Now when they dock in a new world the whispers are already there, his reputation precedes him, and merchant ships flee, militaries launch their fleets against his flag, and no one ever underestimates him again.

He is not just a vicious child or a pretty face or an easy fuck. 

Captain Darling Alexander Dove is all he wanted to be when he was that scared child. He never has to fear anyone ever again. He can never be forced into anything he does not wish to. Any blood he spills is on his hands alone, of his own volition. He is no one’s chained mutt, a feral guard dog let loose on an enemy. 

Even if others look at him as if he still is. Even if Bonnie Anne sometimes looks at him like that, and he has to pretend he doesn’t see it lest he snap and give her something to truly fear. Bonnie Anne is one of the few Alexander refuses to hurt. She would never be scared of him. All it would do is make her pity Alexander, and that would ruin him. 

Some of the others do fear him- Ratbeard and Sarah Steele and Jack Russel and Fan Flanders. They are simply in this far too deep, and could not leave the crew alive after years of being complicit in his crimes. 

Subodai, for some reason, does not fear him. Alexander cannot understand why he doesn’t, why even at his most deranged, Subodai will stand beside him as stalwart as always and unflinching of his cruelty. 

Alexander will use his reputation as another weapon in his arsenal, right next to seduction and daggers. 

He never makes empty threats, often following through despite it being disadvantageous merely because it would be funny or prove a point. The easiest way to make Alexander do something unexpected is to say he wouldn’t do it. He lives to defy expectation, refusing to conform to anything, let alone the image one has of him in their head. He is violent and cruel and teasing and gorgeous and monstrous, but if they dare him he will show a moment of mercy simply to see the hope in their eyes before he snuffs out that light. 

He toys with victims as a cat would a mouse, uncaring and unknowing of the true extent of their suffering, for he has never suffered such, not physically. No one has dared put him under his own knife, no one has bested him in such a way yet. 

One day his rank will mean nothing. His reputation will simply be the intel used against him. The fearful and loyal crewmates alike will stand aside and watch as he is torn down into who he truly is, all finery and facades skinned from his body. 

Kane will look down at him and there will be no emotion, no triumph or pity or anger. There is nothing there for the clockworks to feel, and so reputation is nothing to them.

Alexander will relearn old tricks and cower like a beaten dog, barking uselessly only to be struck again. He will quiet once he realizes the helplessness of the situation, how little hope he has of rescue, how hopeless it is to need a rescue in the first place. 

He will lose the last remnant of his parents.

He will lose an eye. 

And he will lose all respect any of the others had for him, replaced instead with intertwined pity and compassion, a sickening combination.

He will be curled up in agony and so very small for all his twenty-four years of age, blood gushing from his face as his partner picks him up and holds him as easily as one would a child. 

He will turn away from his crew, into the empty chest of his clockwork partner, and whine in pain and fear and humiliation. 

No one will expect any more of him and that alone ruins Darling Alexander Dove.

#wiztober2022 #wiztober #pirate101 #writing #pitty101 #p101 #Darling Alexander Dove #Bonnie Anne #Subodai #Fan Flanders #Ratbeard #Lucky Jack Russel #Sarah Steele #Kane #Kane Pirate101 #Bonnie Anne Pirate101 #Subodai Pirate101 #Fan Flanders Pirate101 #Ratbeard Pirate101 #Lucky Jack Russel Pirate101 #Sarah Steele Pirate101 #my ocs

[todd-does-wizard-101]

do we all agree kane is fine as fuck or am i crazy :(

#todd talks #hi todd #pirate101 #pirate101 kane

[kunizwuni]

trying a different style

i hoep he eats a screwdriver

#Kane #Pirate101 #P101 #Fanart #My Art