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pengychan · 6 months

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[Our Flag Means Death] Izzy's Gravy Basket

Summary: Nothing is life is certain but death and taxes - but pirates do not, as a general rule, pay taxes. And when a sea witch is involved, death is not always all that certain either. Characters: Izzy Hands, Calico Jack, Ed Teach, Stede Bonnet. Rating: T

A/N: Did I hate how Izzy's story ended? Not necessarily. Did I still start writing this from the second I got off work and didn't stop until it was done? You bet.

***

Perched on the makeshift cross marking a freshly-dug grave, a seagull screams and screams and screams.

It’s been chased away a couple of times, but it keeps coming back to call out. It knows patience, and it knows what needs to be done. The sunset turns to darkness, and then back to morning light; shadows grow longer, heading back to sunset, and yet it remains. Yet it screams and it calls, it calls, it calls.

And usually, when you call out enough times, something will eventually answer.

***

The first thing on Izzy’s mind as it swims in the dark is something along the lines of ‘fucking seagulls’. The second thought is something slightly more complex, but ‘Buttons, shut the fuck up’ makes no sense, because Buttons is not there and he’s just listening to a screaming fucking gull. The third realization is that he has no idea where here is.

With a groan and far more effort than is reasonable, he opens his eyes. He sees boards above him, sunlight filtering through, and hears the groans of the rolling ship, the soft sound of the waves. And the fucking seagull, of course. He hears nothing else, though. It’s as though the ship is empty.

The fuck are those twats at, and why is he in the damn hidden room again?

With a groan, Izzy sits up from the bed and reaches to press a hand over his side, where the wound… isn’t. He looks down to see undamaged clothing, over undamaged flesh.

“What the fuck,” he says, but then his gaze falls on his left leg, and it’s the only answer he needs. He stares a few moments before he stands on two feet, his own two feet, and heads out on deck to find out what his own gravy basket looks like.

***

“... And we need to set some money aside for the knives.”

“The knives?”

“For the kids.”

“What kids?”

“There are always kids around inns. They could use knives.”

“We should probably not be giving children knives, Ed.”

“They’re small. How else do they protect themselves?”

“Well, I suppose we could step in for them, don’t you think?”

“Small knives.”

“... We can discuss it further once the inn is up and running, surely.”

To be honest, it’s probably going to be a while before anything is up and running: they have been here just over a day. Enough time to get a good idea of the amount of work needed to fix the shack - it is a lot - and get themselves some dinner in the form of a wild pig they found wandering nearby. They also caught a rabbit, but as Ed has promptly named it Stede Bunnet, Stede - the human one - has reason to suspect it’s not going to turn into food anytime soon.

Ah, well. The dinner at Mary and Anne’s rather put him off rabbit meat for a while, anyway.

“Right, yes. I’ll just make a note of it so we don’t forget--” Ed trails off when yet more squawking reaches their ears. Sure enough, it’s that seagull again. It seems to have taken a liking to the cross marking Izzy’s grave, and it’s been making enough ruckus to wake the dead.

Well… unfortunately, not really enough to raise the dead. But it is an awful lot of noise, and Ed hates it. He refused to shoot it - “any seagull could be Buttons now,” he said - but he still very much wants it off the grave. He resorts to firing a shot in the air and yell at the bird to have some fucking respect, and that gets it to fly off, at least.

For a short time.

***

The thirty-gun sloop is empty, sailing without wind beneath a gray sky, cutting a wound through senselessly choppy water with no effort. It’s been a long time since Izzy laid eyes on this ship, but he recognizes it all the same. It is not the Revenge. It’s--

“Welcome back on the Ranger, Izzy. Betcha didn’t miss it.”

Ah. Him.

“... I sure fucking didn’t.”

“Missed me, though, didya?”

“No. You’re still a cunt, Rackham.”

“Rude thing to say to the guy you got killed. Brits got you too, huh? Shoulda moved out of the way, both of us.”

Izzy looks up, and Calico Jack grins down at him, leaning on the wheel. He would do that long ago, too, when they were much younger and still sailed under Hornigold. Little more than kids, him and Edward, and himself barely any older.

“But admit it, better me than old Ben, who’s gotta be roasting in Hell somewhere for turning pirate hunter.” Jack grins, and holds up his burnt arm. The punishment for grabbing more rations than he should have once, and it had taken forever to heal. It never did, not entirely, because the skin pulled like a too tight sleeve and Jack could never quite use that arm the way he once did.

“That’s a fucking low bar to step over,” Izzy comments, and Jack shrugs.

“Yeah, it is. Old bastard. You took the brunt of it a lot, too. Never complained. Word was you were into it.”

“Fuck off.”

“Yeah, I can’t. This ain’t my gravy basket, mate. It’s yours.”

“Then why are you here, Rackham?”

“Hell do I know? It’s your gravy basket. I’m as confused as you are. Didn’t think ya liked me that much.”

Izzy chooses to ignore that last statement. “So, I’m dead.”

“Oh, fuck off, right back at ya. You know what the gravy basket is.”

“Old wives’ tales,” Izzy mutters. He leans against the railing, looking down at the sea. Somewhere, a seagull is still screaming. “... Always did hate this fucking ship.”

“Oh? I liked it well enough.” There was no time for Rackham to come down the steps to stand next to him, nor any noise to indicate he did, but now he’s standing next to him, leaning on the same railing. “Taught me all I know,” he adds, and Izzy’s gaze falls on the scarred arm. “I named my own brigantine after it, ya know? After swiping it from Charlie Vane. Man was a coward, anyway.”

“Not rushing to fight a fully armed man-of-war is common sense.”

“Aw, what a wet blanket you are. We’d have won, there were just a bunch of frog eaters on board,” Rackham says, and shrugs. “And what the hell do we need common sense for? Good old Bart had it right. A merry life, and a short one. Though I’m not sure yours was all that merry, Izzy.”

Above, all around, the seagull screams. Not a single bird to be seen anywhere, yet the cries keep coming and coming and coming. Izzy ceases his useless search of the sky, and turns to Rackham. “Was yours?”

“Short, or merry?”

“You’re too stupid to play coy. Just fucking answer.”

A pause, and the ever-present grin fades beneath the mustache. For a moment Izzy sees it again, a boy struggling to keep his lips locked in a smile as he dipped a red and raw arm into saltwater to try disinfecting it.

“A man’s got to lie to himself sometimes. Ya know.”

“... Yeah. I know.”

“Speakin’ of lies. You really wanna go, or were you tryin’ to make Eddie feel better?”

“What does it matter?”

“In the gravy basket? Fucking everything.” A pause, then Rackham shrugs. “Well, maybe going is the right call, and you dodged a bullet.”

“Oh, fuck of--”

“Hah!” A pat on his back, far too powerful to be really friendly, and then a vise-like grip around his shoulders. “Not the literal one, dumbass. I mean, you can avoid turnin’ into one of… whatever kind of sissies Eddie runs with these days.”

Since opening his eyes again from the darkness, Izzy has felt somewhat numb; now, suddenly, something is awake again, gnashing teeth and sharpened knives. “It’s a good crew.”

“Good for what, target practice? Oh, I betcha the British are not done with them. Won’t last a week without you or Eddie.”

“Fuck off,” Izzy snarls, and breaks away. “You don’t know them.”

“Whoa, whoa, little guy!” Rackham laughs, holding up his hands. “Holy shit, don’t tell me they already rubbed off ya!”

Izzy opens his mouth, but before the perhaps not incredibly original ‘fuck off’ leaves his mouth, Calico Jack has grabbed him by the collar and pulled him close. He grins again, wide, with clenched teeth.

“Ooh shit, they did. I can smell perfume on you. Got all dolled up, didn’t you?”

“I--” Izzy tries to answer, but insults die in his throat and his tongue is heavy as lead. Something squirms in his stomach, shame black as coal. Rackham’s finger flicks at the ring tied around his neck.

“Turned ya into their songbird, huh? Little Izzy, listenin’ in to his momma’s songs but never daring to join in. Cozy up to them to listen to bedtime stories, too, didya?”

A flash of anger, burning away some of the coal, and he slaps Rackham’s hand off the ring. “You don’t know a thing, you fucking cunt.”

“I know you’re better off dead than-- that. Lettin’ the whiny brat kill you was the best call. You know that. Said so yourself, no? You wanna go.”

“Shut up.”

“Not that they’ll outlive you by much. Maybe they’ll ask you to sing some more while you feed the fish all togeth--”

Izzy’s sword is out the next moment, cutting through the air with swift, deadly ease. But Calico Jack is fast, too - you don’t become a feared captain by just fucking around with a whip - and his own sword rises up to meet it. They clang, and the seagull screams again.

The man before him laughs, and looks him in the eye. Izzy meets his gaze, and it’s both very familiar and very, very wrong. He clenches his jaw, staring into his own eyes.

“You’re not John Rackham.”

Not-John-Rackham’s grin widens. “Of course I’m not fucking Calico Jack, dumbass. It’s your gravy basket. He’s feedin’ the crabs at the bottom of the ocean and so will you. ”

He moves fast, disengaging and then feinting to the left, before swinging his sword the other way. But it’s a move Izzy knows well because he fucking practiced it and used it time and time again. The way he holds his sword, the way he moves, down to the fucking footwork, it’s all his. He’s always been really damn good - and this version of him fights like he used to in his fucking prime.

The swords clang, he’s pushed further and further to the end of the deck towards the railing, and the seagull screams. His opponent laughs.

“You scared, Izzy? Didn’t ya say you wanna go? It’s for the best. You know it, so just let go.”

“Fuck off!”

He brings up the sword to strike, he sees a good chance, but something is suddenly opening up in his side and it’s bleeding agony. He screams, the sword falling from his hand, and he stumbles back. He tries to regain his footing and he cannot, because his leg is gone and there’s nothing beneath his left knee. His back hits the railing, and he almost goes over; a hand catches his collar before he can, and the part of him behind Calico Jack’s face sneers.

“You’re outta time, Izzy boy. So answer me a simple question, will ya?”

“F-fuck o--”

“If they were so great, wouldn't they be worth stayin’ alive for?”

Israel Hands opens his mouth, but he has no time to say a thing. A push and he’s falling through the air, into the water, and it’s so so cold. Suddenly there is nothing but that, cold and silence, the sun above and sharks below, his blood tinging the water red.

No. No. Not like this.

He swims up, or tries to. His left side is unending pain, he’s missing a leg and air is running out, but still he swims. He hears it again, distorted by water but unmistakable - the insistent screaming of a seagull.

Izzy screams, too, and his hand breaks through the surface just one moment before he blacks out.

***

Stede truly, honestly, did not mean to scare Ed out of his wits. Nor he planned to almost die from a heart attack. All he wanted to do, when he spotted the seagull screaming frantically atop Izzy’s grave again, was to shoo it away. He worried that it might grab the ring and fly off with it, and Ed was having a hard enough time dealing with what happened without losing that keepsake, too.

Maybe leaving it there, nice and sentimental as it was, was a bad idea. Maybe he should bring it inside, and then they could decide what to do. It was not a bad idea, he would insist later.

Only that right now, absolutely nothing goes as planned. He doesn’t even get to shoo away the seagull, who gives one last squawk before flying off on its own accord. Stede looks up at it, hands on his hips.

“And don’t come back!” he yells, before looking down to see if the ring is still where they left it.

It is.

And beneath it there is also a gloved hand, emerging from the dirt, fingers clenching on air. This time the scream that rings out isn’t a seagull’s, and it’s loud enough to make Edward Teach, all the way down the beach, nearly jump out of his skin.

Stede Bonnet didn't mean to faint, either, but he does anyway.

***

“Really glad-- you twats-- don’t know how to dig six whole feet down.”

“Easy now, Izzy, don’t talk. No, come to think of it, keep talking. I like it. Say something else.”

“Fuck off.”

“That’s exactly what I was hoping to hear. Stede, help me…”

“Oh my God, we buried a man alive!”

“... Yeah, I think at least someone here should learn how to check for a pulse. I don’t think Roach has even been to medical school.”

That’s not what happened, I was dead, Izzy thinks, but he finds that’s not a conversation he wants to start right now. He’s taken inside a shack of some kind, laid on surprisingly clean bedding. When clothing is peeled off carefully to expose the wound, he doesn’t struggle.

“We’ll give it a good clean, yes?” Stede Bonnet is saying, somewhere on his left. “Oh! And I’ll go fetch your leg. And the ring. But first the wound. I got some alcohol, it’s probably going to sting, but…”

He keeps fretting, with more concern than Izzy ever thought could possibly be warranted for his life, but his attention is taken quickly enough by Ed. He’s wiping his face with a cloth, looking more than a little choked up. “Indestructible little fucker,” he mutters. “There you are. What kind of fuckery was that?”

“The fuckery-- to end all fuckeries. How long…?”

“We buried you almost two days ago.”

“... Heh. Beat Jesus fucking Christ,” Izzy manages, and it takes the last of his strength. He closes his eyes and lets himself fall into unconsciousness, with the utmost certainty that he won’t be going anywhere anytime soon. This time, everything is quiet.

The seagull who’s not a seagull at all has taken its screaming elsewhere.

***

It takes five more days for the Revenge to appear at the horizon.

It’s a complete surprise, because they were supposed to be gone a lot longer; Stede was hoping they would find the inn all nice and done by the time they did, but he figures the surprise they have for them now was a lot better than just the brand new inn. They don’t tell them right away, as they meet them at the beach.

As it turns out, they have a pretty strange tale of their own.

“So, we were sailing, right? Smooth sailing, mostly. And then this seagull shows up, perches on the ship, and refuses to leave.”

“Yeah, it just squawked, flew off in the opposite direction, turned back, caught up again, yelled some more…”

“Auntie kept saying it was a sea witch.”

“She insisted we followed it.”

“And you don’t say no to Auntie.”

“Oh fuck, no, you really don’t.”

“So, it took us right back here and then went off somewhere over land. We figured we’d--”

“... What happened to the grave?”

Jim’s voice rings out suddenly, incredulous, and causes everyone to stop on their tracks. Ed and Stede didn’t really have the time to tidy it up, so it looks pretty bad, the earth dug up and the cross gone. The crew turns to look at them, eyes wide and horrified, but the answer doesn’t come from either Ed or Stede. They let someone else do the honors.

“What didn’t happen, you mean. Next time you want me to stay down, put a fucking stone slab on top.”

They turn as one, several jaws drop, and then it’s absolute chaos of the best possible kind. Fang and Frenchie get to Izzy first and Fang physically lifts him, pulling him into a bear hug that is probably not great for his still healing wound, and bursts crying. Not the only one, but probably the loudest.

How, everyone asks, and Lucius is the only one to get some kind of answer.

“I’m not done teaching you to be decent fucking pirates, Twatty,” he says, explaining absolutely nothing, but it ends the line of questioning. When something good happens, something really good, there’s no reason to ask too many questions.

You take it, and you’re happy for it, and you keep moving.

***

“Captain Hands. It has a nice ring to it.”

Standing at the beach as the crew finishes loading extra supplies before rowing back to the Revenge, Izzy hums. “Stupid sentimental of Frenchie, just giving away the job like that.”

“He put it up to vote.”

“And then voted for me.”

“True, a smashing victory. I wasn’t that popular when I came back from the dead,” Ed says, and shrugs. “He’ll make a great first mate. And don’t act like you’re surprised, I know you’re not. I saw you wiping your eye, too.”

“Fuck off,” Izzy huffs, but he’s smiling and Ed smiles back.

“When you come back with some British heads, you’ll find a proper inn. We’ll give you all a discount. Do you think you can get us some knives, by the way?”

“Knives?”

“Small. For the children.”

Izzy looks at Ed, considers asking, and decides he probably shouldn’t. “... Yeah, I guess we can find some knives for children.”

“Thanks, mate. Take care.”

“You too. And Bonnet.”

Ed turns to look at Bonnet, who’s apparently saying something hilarious if Olu’s reaction is anything to go by, and smiles.

“We will,” he says. “I reckon we’re gonna be just fine.”

***

When the Revenge sets sail again it’s on calm waters, with the crew working as a well-oiled machine. As a seagull flies over it, calling out just once, the captain looks up from the waves.

“Fuck off,” he mutters, but he doesn’t mind, not really. He watches the bird turn into a small white dot and disappear, then he breathes in the morning air, and hums quietly in the wind.

Les ennuis, les chagrins, s'effacent Heureux, heureux à mourir…

#ofmd #our flag means death #ofmd spoilers #izzy hands #calico jack #stede bonnet #edward teach #our flag means death spoilers #ofmd s2 #buttons ofmd

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cryingatships · 8 months

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Kiseki: Dear to Me ep 1 aka we have several kitties in our hands

Ok let's start~

Ai di? Eddie? Which one are we gonna follow? I'm not immune to pretty faces, I'm gonna protect him with my life now. Also are they a couple? Sorta ship it oeo

Okee guess not. Hmmm Picking up someone out of the blue, and Ai di scratching his back like that, very cat-like of him. A meow =w=

Why is Mr. I'm-The-Only-One-Not-Wearing-Black just standing there like a statue? Where's your concern for a friend. Oh, they're supposed to be old acquaintances as per mdl? That explains it the smile.

What's that red thing on the photo? Lemme guess, blood? It is a mafia (can we call this mafia?) setting.

Zhong Yi is a brave, brave person for not screaming when he saw a bloody hand on the road all of a sudden. Kudos to him. Could never be me :')

Oh oh oh (nooooo) they're using the same remedies. Does ql drama world not have not other, more effective medicines for woundtending? That looks like a gash too deep for home treatment, if you ask me. But ig he'll be saved by ql logic ahaha (I love ql logic. Why can't we have ql logic irl huh)

For once there is no (not felt by me atleast) homoerotic subtext in woundtending. Shocking.

(Anyone know what are the names of the books? Ig they're all books related to studying medicine and such, but I'd still like to know)

Ze Rui, my boy, blackmailing is not how you woo the love of your life. But it's effective here, so owo

Ze Rui is dramatic af. A bread isn't gonna break your ribs, chile. He reminds me of our cats throwing a concert of shame whenever mealtime is late by like half a second.

Zhong Yi keeping tabs. Finally a character who makes (tries to make) financially sound descisions. Like love ain't gonna fill your stomach (not with your sugar kitty mooching off you u.u)

Ze Rui, my boy, you're sus af. I'd have taken away any valuables before leaving you in my home, too. Scamming alert u.u

"It's your karma then." 👏👏👏👏👏

My meow meow is back. He's got some claws. And He looks great in pink! And he has a (potential) boyfie too, good for him!

Knowing your hookup form the night before didn't go home with you for your rizz but for your decade old rice cooker.... that must hurt.

OH? Is Xong Yi snapping finally?

Nvm false alarm. the intimacy tho. Which other surfaces do you wanna shove him against, Ze Rui? BUt threatening is bad flirting technique smh

I don't wanna say it but - poor husband working his ass off to earn money and feed his other, lazy ass of a husband. Also Zong Yi looks so meow meow here? He looked Tired, I feel bad for him :\ Ze Rui take care of your man sometimes, too! Don't make him be the only caregiver in the relationship, it won't work out

Ze Rui is so Kitty Coded that they had to add cat noises jajaja

Oh so Ze Rui does have some brains. His friends (?) did call him the brains of the group hmmm. But ZR lookis so smug, is it cause he made a fool of ZY or cause he has ZY on his (technically ZY's) bed

Ok we need a list of Bread in qls. Bread as a metaphor, bread love (also hate) language yeye

Oh tragic pasts time.... How expectations can go both ways, huh? Too much too little, atleast it seems like ZY still has a good family? (I'm jinxing it-). Seeing that this is Taiwanese drama, and after reading a lot of danmeis, I wonder if ZR is an illegitimate child? As they call it in the danmeis, a 'mistress's' child?

Ok ok I have a theory - Ai di is an ornage kitty (the kind who're always too excited and wants your attention 24/7 or they'll wreck havoc on your room), Ze Rui is a fancy long haired high maintenance kitty (a calico?? Let's not look at the sciences of this), Zong Yi is a black-white kitty, not totally a void but def wiggly and also got the coldness of a white kitty.

Putting clothes on your (future) lover, a beloved if new trope :3 (ye i'm looking at loa)

I want a piece of that cake too, so hungry ueueue

ZR is three cats in pyjamas confirmed. Cats never ever finish their meals cause they too 'eat in small portions'. smh

They're not using the there was only one bed trope?

OH OH THAT LOOK WHEN ZY starts eating. I see you I see you. I feel food was very important in today's episode like, it's used as a method for establishing who's controlling the situation, then it's used a bridge for communication and negotiation, and it's used to show economic differences (like ZR can bother wasting food and eats in small amounts, definitely not smt a person coming form a less privieged section of the society can do)and finally this look. I'm not gonna analyse this cause ye- but.... food.... maybe I'm just too hungry XD

This Zhang Teng would right in a drama of supernatural genre

I like the ending ost u.u

OK there was some INteresting power dynamic. A injured gang member who probably kills at sight and is rich, is now under the care of a impoverished, seemingly harmless (when are doctors, potential ones included, ever harmless) student with barely any way to defend himself from violence. But Zong Yi may refuse to treat him. Then we have the knife. Doctors are gain power from their skill, but is it enough to counter a the power of a criminal gang? And the gang member depends on the (aspiring) doctor for his life, while the doctor's life depends on the gang member's life. Ze Rui constantly uses words like "brat", "kiddo" etc to further demonstrate the power dynamic at play (cause in Asia seniority = social power and respect), but Zong Yi hardly ever argues about the use of these words. Like, he isn't even trying to establish that he too, has some power over the situation. Is he truly so accepting of others' holding power over him or is he just unbothered cause he treats Ze Rui's words as completely irrelevant to his life? Hmmmm. Who exactly has the upper hand rn? I'd say it's Zong Yi rn, but then again Ze Rui can successfully overturn anything Zong Yi does (like the locked door) and force Zong Yo to do his bidding soo...fd

#kiseki dear to me #kiseki: dear to me #ze rui x zong yi #hmm idk idk #chong yi x ai di

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flowerxar · 10 months

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questions from kam (they didn't make them but they are from her)

1. are you named after anyone?

no, mine and my siblings' names are unique on purpose :] i think my parents were smart for that

2. when was the last time you cried?

my memory is very bad but. if i'm right. the friday before last. i've gotten close after that though

3. do you have kids?

in my heart <3 (i am deeply emotionally attached to the fictional characters i create)

4. apparently there isn't a number 4. i wonder where this one got lost.

5. what sports do you play/have played?

aha. ahahaha. ha. i suck at sports and i am bad at them. i was in ballet when i was like 5 years old and i was put into a gymnastics class when i was? maybe 6 or 7? i didn't like it very much because having to stretch to reach my toes hurt. like a lot.

6. what's the first thing you notice about people?

probably hair. hair can tell a lot about a person. whether it's dyed, short, long, styled, messy, whatever. after that it's probably clothes

7. what's your eye color?

dark brown (the best one)

8. scary movies or happy endings?

scary movies AND happy endings. and scary movies with happy endings.

9. any special talents?

hmmmm i'm pretty funny. and oh i can be really really good at memorization when i want to be. also i'm double jointed which isn't really a talent but it wows people all the same

10. where were you born?

i almost answered this with the exact hospital name before i remembered to not do that. anyway. southern united states.

11. what are your hobbies?

creating fictional worlds inside my head and sharing and building upon them with my friends. mostly any other hobby i have ties into this directly like video games or writing.

12. do you have pets?

three!! one dog named chewy he's very sweet but he's got a skin condition :[ a black cat with one eye named lucifer who screams when you pick him up lr occasionally when you walk past him despite the fact he walks up to us and demands attention. and one calico cat named maui who is an absolute drama queen but she is very soft.

13. how tall are you?

technically i am 5'6 but i am only 5'6 when i manage to stand up straight (DIFFICULT) maybe i could even be 5'7 if my spine was fully straightened out like it's supposed to be.

14. favorite subject in school?

it's always been english :] english teachers liked me. but special shoutout to the piano class i took in 11th grade that rocked and now i have a piano

15. dream job?

author!! creative fictional writing. too bad the process of getting a book edited and published sounds like it would kill me.

um and then i think kam tagged pretty much everyone i know so i'm tagging crow @obsyddiansays and iced @icedtoastt again

#my friends #question list #thanks kam :]

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shylittleunicorn15 · 1 year

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have my au style of kwazii

i tried to make him have the design as an orange tabby and a calico mix as good as i could get him

and yes i do plan making calico jack also a calico orange tabby mix

this was my first time drawing a octonauts character and background

this was also my first attempt at making the octonauts octo-alert logo on the door:

idk what if that's what it is or just the octonauts' logo

I've got headcannons and i wanna share em

(i know my grammar is horrible hush)

-kwazii and calico jack are part of a family of pirates from japan so kwazii didn't know any English calico jack learned way before him

-kwazii always wanted to know what is was like to be a stowaway and that's how kwazii became an octonaut he stumbled into a box on land after a few minutes it was picked up and put into the launch bay dashi went down to help tweak and was the first to discover kwazii after his head popped out of the crate dashi helped get him out and alerted captain barnacles who brought him to the sick bay to make sure he wasn't hurt after that they went back on land and attempted to let kwazii return home but the feline just wouldn't budge instead they let him stay with them how he truly became an octonaut was because he saved a baby snail from getting eaten

-barnacles was the one who taught him English they became good friends because of it

-kwazii developed a crush on barnacles(dont judge me i dont judge you for your ships) so the little box instead of the ship in a bottle on the shelf is little pictures of barnacles with hearts on them there also seems to be the shade of black lipstick kiss marks on certain ones

-peso, dashi, and kwazii developed a chaotic sibling energy

-kwazii was shy at first when he became an octonaut now he's to crazy

-kwazii likes wearing eyeliner and sometimes lipstick(the shade black of course) he helps dashi apply her makeup too

-kwazii does not wear male clothes despite being transgender he would take his oversized pink sweater with a star on it, very short navy blue shorts, and black knee-high stockings any day he does change into a diver like suit when they go on missions outside of the octopod

-he got top surgery but wants to keep the ability to have children

-his pronouns are he/they but he prefers to be referred to as a he no one knows why

-he found a random scale nobody knows what it came from but its making kwazii feel like he wants to jump into the water without a helmet so he locked it in a small lock box in his chest he hid the key in his scratching post

-kwazii has a big soft spot for babies and children and has dreamed of having his own some day

-kwazii sees professor inkling as a father figure as his father died after a run in with other pirates costing in both his parents' deaths

-calico jack's crew told him to take kwazii and run while they were gonna hold them off he hopes they're still out there(they are they'll reunite soon)

-kwazii has an older brother and and and older sister his sister is sadly deceased but his bother is still alive with his grandpa's crew still an the lookout for him and kwazii his name is Arron

-kwazii has adhd and plays with anything that seems fun to him shellington has had to lock away his test tubes and experiments because of this

-kwazii wears an eyepatch to cover his blind eye

-he can be a little menace sometimes

-when kwazii first joined the octonauts tunip and the veggimals have had to be kept away from him after he tried to eat them a few times he knows now he is not allowed to eat them

enjoy

i struggled so much with this little menace please enjoy

just a question do you want to see more headcannons and art about the others? (i could probably draw calico jack and give you guys some headcannons)

#octonauts #octonauts art #my son #my art #kwazii #calico jack(mentioned)#peso penguin(mentioned)#captain barnacles(mentioned)#professor inkling(mentioned)#tweak(mentioned)#dashi dog(mentioned)#tunip and the veggimals(mentioned)#shellington(mentioned)#Arron(oc mentioned)#calico jack's crew(mentioned)#kwazii's parents(mentioned)#kwazii's sister(mentioned)#i spent way too long on this #please like this

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theresa-nam-nam-me · 3 years

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| yoongi | look me in the face

Yoongi x hybrid cat reader (reader is also mute)

Masterlist

Part 1 ← part 2 ← part 3 →part 4

Summary→ yoongi had always wanted a cat, not necessarily a hybrid but his best friend namjoon had successfully convinced him into getting a cat hybrid from their local rescue. He might not have known what he was getting himself into but he was fully committed to making himself her safe space

Warning!: mention of abuse, trauma

Another early morning yoongi slammed his hand against his alarm. He took a shower and threw on some clothes before heading to the kitchen he made to plates of pancakes with some grapes next to it. "Y/n" he cooed opening the door, he knocked on the bed frame making you jolt up a little. "Here's some breakfast. I'll be out a little later tonight but I'll make sure to bring you back some dinner, ok?" He said pushing the plate under the bed. You gave a little nod "see you later y/n" he smiled before leaving.

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"What are you so smiley for?" A voice interrupted as yoongi poured his coffee. "Nothing," he says as namjoon approaches "you don't smile like that often" he poked "y/n let me pet her last night," he said trying not to let his lips curve into a smile again "really!? That great yoongi" namjoon cheered "you're coming out to eat with us tonight right? jimin wants to know more about your new hybrid" he said, "yeah, jimin knows about y/n?" He asked "of course he was so excited to hear that you had finally listened to me and got one" yoongi rolled his eyes "whatever, see you this afternoon" he waved and started walking to his desk "bye hyung"

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"Hyung over here!" Yoongi heard the boy shout as he exited the building. He walked over to the car and hopped in the back seat seeing jimin already taking up the passenger seat. "Hi, yoongi!" Jimin greeted him with a waving tail, maybe y/n will do that someday, he hopes so. "Hi jimin how are you?" He asked as the car was put into drive "I'm good, what type of cat is your new hybrid? Y/n right?" Yoongi giggled at the hybrid's excitement "yes, she's a black cat hybrid" jimins mouthed a little "wow" they continued talking until the car pulled to a stop "We're here" namjoon announced. They quickly found a table and looked over the menu "so yoongi, why don't you tell jimin what made you so happy this morning" namjoon teased "oh.." Yoongi tried not to smile but blushed at the thought "y/n let me pet her yesterday during dinner"

"Waoh it's only been a few days that's great!" Jimin yelled, "has she come out of the bed yet?" Namjoon asked making yoongi shake his head "no, she hasn't looked at me either just keeps her gaze down all the time" jimin was about to say something but got interrupted by the waiter. "Can i get you, boys, anything?" She asked clicking her pen open "I'll take a the chicken alfredo" jimin said "and me and he will have the four-cheese ravioli" namjoon ordered for both of them. "Alright I'll have that out for you shortly," she said before walking away. "Jimin did you have something to say?" Yoongi asked growing worried from Jimin's saddened face, he opened his mouth and sighed "is y/n from a rescue shelter?" Yoongi nodded his head "that probably means she has been abused or used for labor in the past... A lot of hybrids who are abused are told not to look at their abuser's faces because using hybrids for labor is illegal and they worried about the hybrid reporting them if they escaped. Hybrids would be beaten if they disobeyed...i used to be like that too when namjoon first picked me up"

There was nothing but silence, you could hear a pin drop. "Will, she ever look at me?" Yoongi asked "she will eventually but she needs to have your complete trust to know your not gonna hurt her if she does" he nodded and the table returned to silence. "Here you are" the waiter approached them setting down meals, they ate in silence for a few minutes before yoongj spoke up again "how? How can i make her feel safe," he asked in a mumble "maybe if jimin talks to her shell feel more comfortable like a hybrid to hybrid thing" namjoon chimed in

"I don't know, y/ns pretty skittish and i don't know how she does with other hybrids," yoongi said he never saw you around other hybrids he didn't even know half of you, just that you were very scared with a rough past. "I'll be able to tell if i make her uncomfortable and I'll leave immediately if i do" jimin said "fine," yoongi said roughly still pretty unsure. "Are you guys ready for the check?" the waiter asked "yes, and I'll take some fried chicken to go please"

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"Y/n i got you some chicken," he said entering the room. Your head slightly popped out but pulled back seeing the extra pair of feet, yoongi placed the chicken under the bed before leaning down to your level "i have someone here to talk to you, his names jimin he's a calico cat hybrid" he got up placing his hand on Jimin shoulder before passing by him leaving the two of you alone. "Hi y/n" jimin sat in front of the bed, his tail swishing back and forth. It took a few seconds but you slowly popped out from under the bed and for once raised your gaze to examine the other hybrids body. "Glad to see you come out" jimin smiled "you must be scared... I used to be like that too, i used to be beaten by my old owner if i didn't complete all the house chores but then i was saved and taken to a shelter where i met my new owner. His names namjoon and he's the sweetest person ever" jimin stopped to blush "i used to hide under the bed too but namjoon made me feel at home, made me feel safe, and thats all yoongi wants to do for you so hybrid to hybrid when you're ready just know your safe with him, ok?" You nodded giving a small smile. "Alright i should go now, see you around" he waved you a goodbye as he left.

He entered the living room seeing yoongi patiently waiting "how'd it go?" He asked jumping up from his seat "good, she wasn't scared of me at all and looked me and down" that made yoongi a little jealous but hes glad you weren't scared of everyone "don't worry, shell look at you someday, i told her she could trust you" he gave a comforting smile. "Thank you" yoongi smiled back...one day

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