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Random Real Thoroughbred: EL GORRION
EL GORRION is a horse born in 1986. By SUMMER TIME GUY out of PIRATRESS.
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eyes stay glued to the man’s chest, a crimson stain taking up quite a bit of the fabric, he imagines another familiar, someone not unlike himself having to wash it out and winces at the though; easier to get started so it doesn’t stain. “ i have this uh, it’s kinda like a tide pen ? works wonders for y’know . . . actually. ” immediately he’s digging through his pocket for it, pulling out what looks more like a stick of deodorant, his own little blood cleaning contraption.
“ pfft, no, no ! don’t worry about it. ” he waves a hand dismissively. “ i mean i have three at home so messy is just part of it, definitely . . .” he catches the man’s eyes and immediately looks away, holding out the stick for the other to take. “ three vampires, not… not husbands. ” he corrects a bit clumsily.
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#* † . 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 ‚ in character .#piratress#i am so sorry i responded to this IMMEDETLY#i am delighted
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@piratress // continued from: x
“the fuck - are you fucking crying?“
nope, try again, izzy. with a fairly dramatic huff, he glanced around the deck and, not seeing anybody, leaned in to set his fingers against lucius’s forehead. it was cold - the man was obviously freezing, of course - and would only get worse if he remained in his wet clothes and blanket.
so, in a burst of pity and empathy that shocked the first mate himself, izzy wrapped an arm around lucius’s shivering frame and gave him a surprisingly gentle push toward the door that led to izzy’s quarters. with everything going so poorly - lucius’s sort-of-death, blackbeard’s dangerous unpredictability, and izzy’s own terrible injury - he decided to be a bit reckless.
“come here. get in the room.“ he opened the door and glanced around again, just in case edward was nearby. “quickly. let’s fucking go.“
#⚓.. verse: oh captain deal#piratress#love this for them#izzy starts right off the bat with asking rude questions and being pushy for no reason
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♢ ♦ ♢ @piratress has answered your ask
it’s funny how lucius is the one talking about blushing, but it’s pete that feels his cheeks burning. he can’t help the upward curl of his lips, the way his entire frame seems to lean into him whenever he talks. pete looks at lucius for a moment, admiring the poetry of the sun settling into the sea behind his frame.
❝ no, babe, not really, ❞ pete chuckles slightly. he goes to stand beside lucius, close enough for their elbows to poke against one another. ❝ i haven’t really been sweet with anyone else in a long time, ❞ he admits, ❝ no one’s been sweet to me in a long time. ❞
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@piratress / hit the heart
“DRAW AN ORANGE for me,” jim says, appearing seemingly out of nowhere in front of lucius. they’re holding out a piece of his charcoal, && they hike up the edge of their shirt to reveal some bare skin just below their ribs. “with a knife through it. on me. here.”
#the beginning of their tattoo artist partnership methinks#no other explanation given to him. just this.#they'll explain later#piratress#╰┈➤ jim | ic.
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* ✕ piratress / spriggs :
❛ yeeeeeaaaaaaah , no , pass. i don’t do well with blood , mate. ❜ a wrinkle of disgust curved ‘pon the bridge of his nose , pointedly holding the dagger by his pointer finger & thumb , away from his body , handle angled half - heartedly toward izzy in hopes that he’d just take it back. he felt much better suited for the sidelines of this plundering venture , scribbling down in stede’s �� journal , rather than getting his hands dirty. a toss of dark hair back from his face , lucius cast izzy a pointed glance , brow arching slightly toward his hairline as he offered a coy purse of his lips. ❛ 'sides. pretty sure you’d look better handling a blade anyway. ❜ he liked flirting with izzy , it was fun seeing him get flustered.
CHRIST , this lot will be the death of him. back molars are ground together , an ATTEMPT to keep himself from snapping --- a snarl threatening to burst forth from an unmuzzled maw. he doesn’t look to the knife offered back , instead expelling an irate huff through his nose. fingers flex where they curl around the hilt of his rapier , holding that challenging gaze lucius offers for a moment longer before speaking.
❝ you always this fuckin’ difficult , ❞ a slight pause , israel standing up a bit taller , head canting to the side. ❝ or somethin’ ‘bout me brings it out of you ? ❞ a remarkably lax response from the first mate / but then again , he often is just before he snaps ( careful , he bites . )
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@piratress asked: [ CHALLENGE ]: in a motion designed to challenge the receiver’s authority, sender pins receiver against the wall.
Izzy had perhaps been feeling a bit paranoid about the way Lucius was scribbling into his notebook. Perhaps more than a bit. He got like this at times. Stress. Not enough sleep. His headaches. He didn’t know. Anyone else might have just assumed the scribe was catching up on the events of the day that he’d been unable to document earlier. Izzy on the other hand, assumed more malicious intent surrounding his own presence below deck. As if the words were about him. Maybe they were, maybe they weren’t. He was determined to find out and ease his mind regardless. Not even out of ego reasons. Sometimes it just felt like everyone was out to get him.
Boots thudded against the floorboards as he closed the distance between himself and Spriggs. Without a word, Hands snatched the book right out of Lucius’ hands to try to read it. “What the hell are you—“
His words were cut off with how quickly Lucius reacted. Hands gripped at his shirt to spin them and shove him up against the wall. The first-mate looked beyond surprised by this.“This log is for the captain’s eyes only unless he or I choose otherwise.”
Izzy instinctively tried to step forward and away, only to be met with a forearm across his chest to pin him there harder. Izzy actually whimpered quietly, eyes wide and pupils growing in size. “What—fuck…” he stammered quietly, their faces close enough he could feel Lucius harsh breathing against his skin. Stunned, he stopped breathing, as if that would clear his head. Or if he breathed the other man in he might lose his mind. A moment passed before Izzy took in a breath as he’d felt the start of feeling light headed. His senses came back a bit and his face was pink. No. He still felt dizzy. But not like how he got at times. He felt dizzy in an almost good way being this close to Lucius. Which made no fucking sense considering what the man had just done.
In a few seconds that felt like minutes, Izzy’s gaze had hovered over the man’s lips. He’d done it before but this was the first time he truly realized he was. Felt the butterflies in his stomach. It made him forget he was supposed to be angry for a moment. Lucius’ lips look surprisingly soft. No. Fuck no. What the— His thoughts cut off at the realization and sheer panic spread across his features. “F-fuck. I’m sorry. Fucking take it,” mumbled Hands, shoving the book into Lucius’ chest as he was finally able to get his wits about him to shove the man back enough to slip out. Izzy’s foot caught on Lucius’s and he tripped forward and down onto his knees for a moment before scrambling back up to hurry up the steps to the upper deck in the dark.
#Pete’s been teaching him some things 😂#or Ivan idk#MESSY AF#answered. [ ask and ye shall receive ]#piratress#mobile formatting#so idk what this is gonna look like rn lol.#threads. [ or god as far as you're concerned. izzy ]
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knuckles rap gently against the hidden door, three soft taps in a rhythm no one else would recognize. a week ago he hadn’t known these little passage ways existed, but now . . . a lot of things are different now. fang turns his back to the door, trying not to look too out of place incase someone else were to pass him, even this late it’s not unusual for ivan or izzy to be making rounds, so he uses his frame to block the door to the passageway from sight as well as the little blanket hiding what rations he’d managed to smuggle from the kitchen, as well as the boy’s sketchbook, and hopes lucius is quick to answer. his heart thunders in his chest, there’s no excitement in it, the same adrenaline fueled fear he’d felt when he pulled the scribe back onto the deck.
“ ‘s not much, but no one will notice ‘s gone. ” he offers softly when the door opens, not meeting lucius’ eye. the scribe isn’t the only thing he’s hiding, fang just hopes as clever as dear lucius is, that he may be too distracted with current events to take notice. @piratress - ❤️
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@piratress ─── continued .
absolute fucking lunatics . every soul to grace the pirate ship revenge was undoubtedly and unequivocally insane ! something like awe colors his gaze as it narrows upon the haughty visage of the younger male , a small , barely there smile gracing his lips as he leans more heavily against the railing in an effort to take weight off of his bad knee ( the days adventures in the forest had not been kind ) . old injury flaring , pain throbbing through the length of his leg until he is forced to heave himself onto the railing in an attempt to relieve pressure . “ you are a strange lot . ” spoken as fact , not opinion as he allows his head to loll back and lungs to fill with the crisp sea - air . perhaps its what made them such a good crew . they were all insane , so every idea was a good one . edward allows a small chuff of laughter to bubble up from his chest at the thought , though some fraction of his being wishes he’d had the support that stede seemed to offer his men . he’d had izzy , izzy had always been enough until recently . “ you’re not wrong though , mate . physcological torture is far more effective . a good bit of fuckery can bring a crew to their knees without even a drop of blood spilled . ” he’s speaking into the sky , head still thrown back as wild curls spill down his spine : savoring the cool winds as they pick up , further tangling the untamed mane of silver & grey .
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he stands stiff, feet planted, spine straight, as tall as he can be. with most others izzy is capable of pretending, intimidation makes him appear far bigger than he is, even with fang and ivan trailing behind him but now, he is alone, being one upped by a ponce from bonnet’s crew. irritation is clearly across scowl embedded features, the corner of his mouth pulling further downward, sketched. if it were not for edward’s explicit command, he would haul the little shit overboard, toss him into the fucking brine.
he bites back natural response : fuck off. no intention of letting the boy beat him again. “ you’re far too used to thinking your useful because you can write, fat cat in bonnet’s lap, i’d watch my fucking step if i were you, spriggs. won’t be so useful to him without a hand, you can still scrub the deck with just the one. ”
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sometimes viago just wants to reach out and ruffle his fingers through lucius’ hair. the only thing stopping him is his own vanity, and enough sympathy for his fellow vampire not to mess up a good haircut. so instead he’s offered one of viago’s many smiles. ❝ i have gotten you a welcome present, ❞ he announces with pride. a basket, not so well hidden behind viago’s thin frame before, is presented to the young ( looking ) man. it’s filled with blood packages, surrounding a reusable cup with a pink straw. viago thought he might like it.
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jackie , what do you wish to say ?
❝ someone hurt me and i wish they would fix it. ❞ it doesn’t have to be a deep hurt, but someone made you feel horrible. you find yourself composing mental messages to them constantly, yet the thought of sending them makes you feel levels of ill that you didn't know were possible. all you want is to get over this pain and stop thinking about it when you think of them. you can’t yet, though, and it feels like a failure.
tagged by: @kraekns
tagging: @beneviolencia, @ssbonnet / @rvngecrew, @guttersniper, @piratress
#i don't know if this fits?#but i wanted to do this with jackie#♢ ♦ ♢ ― ― ― spanish jackie.#♢ ♦ ♢ ― ― ― spanish jackie ; about.
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@piratress // continued from x
“why the absolute fuck would I ask you for help killing stede bonnet? you fucking faint at the mention of blood.“
AND there was the fact that edward had directly ordered him to knock it the fuck off with the murder stede fucking bonnet schemes. so he’d been taking a break from those, at least when edward was around. was his journal full of murder stede fucking bonnet schemes? maybe so. but if it was, nobody would ever find out. there were maybe four people on board who could read, and none of them were invited to izzy hands’s private quarters.
#⚓.. verse: sailing on a ship in a bottle#iz be nice please#he probably needs help with some. romcom montage of some sort#getting dressed for a fancy dinner or learning to dance or something
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@piratress / continued from x
HE DIDN’T SAY IT for sympathy, && rage boils up in izzy’s sternum at the implication that he’s looking for anything from lucius. unfortunately, the younger man has HIT THE NAIL ON THE HEAD, even if izzy isn’t willing to admit that even to himself. freedom is something that should be second nature to any sailor, especially a pirate, but izzy has never felt that before, not in any aspect of his life. it infuriates him how carefree lucius is, how easily he gives his affections to others, && how he can be so laissez-faire about every-fucking-thing.
even though he wants to look away, finds himself tense && uncomfortable as lucius meets his eyes, he doesn’t — izzy lets the other break eye contact first, so he can find something else to grumble about.
“work?” he scoffs, one hand on his hips as he stares down at lucius. “this isn’t work.” he bends, reaching down with his gloved hand && snatching the journal from his hands. he’s almost afraid to see what he’ll find on the pages, but a deeper part of him is desperately curious. izzy’s lip curls as he glances down at the paper. “how you’ve survived more than a day at sea is a fucking mystery, spriggs.”
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* ✕ @piratress / x .
israel hands isn’t the kind of man to be messed with. blackbeard’s right hand , the tooth & fang used to carve his way to infamy / he bears a legendary status upon his back. few find themselves witness to his blade & live to tell the tale. so why does he allow this contempt ? --- it’s because the boy is of use to bonnet , is what he tells himself. bonnet makes edward happy , & it’s his job to make sure edward stays happy. to carve up the gentleman pirate’s crew would only serve to push himself further out of blackbeard’s graces , so he endures as he ever has.
the tug to his scalp draws a slight hiss , head tipped upward gaze upon the flushed features of the scribe. izzy wants to bite --- gnaw & tear , render his maw bloody , taste lucius’ warmth on his tongue ! would he mock him ? even as he chokes on his own ichor , would his last breath be used to deride izzy once more ? the thought leaves pupils blown & knees weak , gloved hand rising to take hold of the hem of the boy’s shirt & grip it like a lifeline ( closer , more --- )
uncovered hand lifts to take hold of the back of lucius’ neck , not yet pulling , but gripping tightly. brow pinches in thought , a hungry yet hesitant look in his eye. it’s a pathetic look --- an abandoned mutt whose master long since has turned his affections elsewhere , desperate to be in anyone’s favor again ( i can be good , please let me show you . ) ❝ fuck --- ❞ is the only thing he manages to get out before closing that distance , crushing their mouths together with a fierceness he hasn’t felt in some time. a part of him worries : they are in bonnet’s quarters , what if edward were to walk in ? but as he tastes the other man on his tongue , teeth biting at that smug mouth --- he decides he really doesn’t care.
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SHOW A LITTLE SKIN
✥ - Popping a button on their shirt, showing their chest / a bit of cleavage
Down below deck, the men were getting some downtime. The entire notion of it felt foreign to Hands. Downtime was for sleep time. There was always something to be done on the ship. Or training that could be done, especially with this lot. Yet he had to let Stede do whatever the fuck it was he does apparently. Whatever made Ed happy. Hands could roll his eyes at the thought. There was some sort of standing net set up and some of the men were hitting a ball back and forth with wooded paddles. It looked idiotic, Israel thought from where he sat on one of the barrels next to Ivan who was sharpening Izzy’s sword for him.
Looking at the other corner of the court, Izzy could see Lucius seated against the wall, chatting up Fang who was practically beaming from the attention. He looked away in annoyance for a moment before glancing back to see as Lucius started to unbutton the top of his shirt, exposing some of his chest. Hands’ gaze didn’t falter for a moment, his heart thrumming harder until he glanced up higher to see Lucius had turned and found him staring. The color drained from Izzy’s face and he felt his anger well up but more at himself than anything. Anger and a bit of confusion. He didn’t yell for once, instead, he turned to Ivan while completely avoiding looking back at the scribe. After a moment, Ivan nodded, returned the sword and stood up.
“Alright you lot. Enough games. Back to work,” said Ivan sternly. It felt warm in here. Izzy felt off. He didn’t get off his seat and struggled a bit to get his sword back in its sheathe while men started to file back up the stairs, grumbling a bit.
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#ANSWERED. [ ask and ye shall receive ]#every day we gotta give Izzy an internal panic#about something or another#i#THREADS. [ or god as far as you're concerned. - Izzy ]#piratress
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