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swanwinged-princess‌:

She was keeping her breathing steady, trying to pace herself- ballet was about endurance, after all, and so was running. Nonetheless, her heart was pounding fit to burst and she was feeling herself beginning to panic.. 

The bend in the path was rapidly approaching- speeding up slightly, she rounded it as fast as she could- and then stopped in her tracks, eyes huge and face as white as a sheet.

 “Wh— no!! How- how did you..?!” 

There was her tattooed pursuer- directly in front of her. How had he gotten here before her..?!

     “Aye,” he countered, confirming with amusement her horror at his little trick and affecting a show-manly bow as if taking credit for a magic trick. He guessed she hadn’t expected him to have planned such a thing despite his encouraging her to take that path in the first place--it could be hoped that she would tire herself out in the chase, making her an easier nab.

     "Did ye miss me? Now that was fun, but I think it’s time we stop playin’ around.”

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pueraeternam‌:

Peter responded to being beckoned over, though he was wary. With pirates, he never really knew what they wanted. He stayed afloat and looked down at the man. He shook his head slowly at the question as his gaze slide from the tattoos on the man’s body to the tools used to make them. Peter gave a confused tilt of his head as he tried to figure out what each part of the tool was meant for. “…does it hurt?”

     “Nah. Nothin’ hurts me. Not after...” Here, he jerked his thumb toward his bare back, where the designs in ink that covered every inch of him rippled over the raised and puckered skin of an impressive amount of scar tissue. Some were awed when they first took in the sight--others disgusted. Bill needed men with strong enough stomachs to tattoo that location for him.

     Having noticed Peter’s inspection of his inking tools, Jukes held them up in offer. “Ye wanna give it a try?”

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swanwinged-princess‌:

“Hhhh…!!” 

Her shoulders rose in time with her feathers, fluffing out slowly as her face grew pale. 

 “I… I- I…” 

She took a few more steps back, lips pressed tightly together- then turned on her heel and ran, dashing back up the path as fast as she could. Really, it was surprising how fast she did move- one would think those voluminous skirts would weigh her down at least a little.

    With her last stuttered attempt at speech, the chase was on. Little princess was at least as swift and sure-footed as he would’ve expected, if not more–but Jukes had some advantages himself. Namely, his powerful muscles and familiarity with the land. Those brats that followed the Pan boy around didn’t always manage to evade the pirates through these woods.

    Letting his prey dash ahead, he dove into the brush and took a shortcut that would put him out ahead of her, just after a bend in the path. Marauders never played fair.

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Ship ideas for this muse:

Someone totally good and pure who is a shock to Jukes’ pirate system in the way they trust/accept/love him despite how horrible he is

Someone even worse than him but they have an intense spark/chemistry and it’s really hard to hurt him so they’re kinda...rough lovers

Someone he loves but in a platonic way which he never knew was possible because all he ever cared about was money, but they give him something else to live for in a little sibling/familial way

Someone he’s enemies with because he wronged them in the past and they want revenge, but again, he’s really hard to hurt so kind of an impasse until they manage to kill him and they’re just inconveniencing him constantly throughout his life

Something about a ghost because pirate ghost stories + he’s killed in canon so I should have a ghost AU

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Another bad idea: Bill’s family was rich/important and his real name is actually William Fancysomething the third or whatever but he hated them/that lifestyle.

So he ran off to be a criminal and tattooed himself to the point of being unrecognizable as someone of status, but he’s still greedy and obsessed with money just because he associates it with power even if he doesn’t want a high life.

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Me: probably no reason to ship with this muse, he’s a villainous pirate and only cares about money

My whore heart: what if he has a sweetheart back home and he became a pirate in the first place to earn some money to take home for her so when he withstood 6 dozen lashes it wasn’t just out of greed but love and then he went back without it and she married someone else so he ended up on hook’s crew getting tattoos to transform himself into a new person/cover the scars

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“It’s so nice not having someone constantly in your ear.”

isolation starters  |  ACCEPTING

     A grunt of agreement was his only response at first, as if to honor her comment on the pleasure of freedom from speech that came with such rare solitude. Out of the shadow of the boss’s orders, away from most other souls, they could each surely breathe for a while; Bill wasn’t much of a chatterer anyhow.

     “Aye. Won’t be in yer ear here unless ye start runnin’ that pretty mouth first.” He stopped his work for a moment as he glanced at her. There were just enough females on the sea that he didn’t doubt her ability when it came down to survival, but anything else was beyond his guess. Women weren’t too common in his acquaintance, for natural superstitious reasons as a pirate and because he had little interest in spending his hard-earned coin on them when he had time ashore.

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“They’re never going to find us!” 

“No one can hear you scream.”

“Kinda scary knowing we’re alone out here.”

“Did you hear that?”

“Please, please don’t.” 

“You don’t have to do this.”

“How long have you been out here?”

“I’ve found them!” 

“This place looks abandoned.”

“There’s blood.”

“Did you hear that?”

“What’s it matter, they’re never going to find us.”

“We’ve been walking for days.”

“Why would someone else be this far out?”

“We’re in trouble.” 

“I’ll get you before they do.” 

“It’s so peaceful out here.”

“This is giving me serious Blair Witch vibes.”

“You know I hate horror movies!” 

“They could have followed us?”

“That’s not from this world!” 

“The silence is terrifying.” 

“Is that an animal?” 

“It’s so nice not having someone constantly in your ear.”

“Stop breathing down my neck.” 

“We’re fine.” 

“If we’re not back by Monday, they’ll send someone for us.”

“Scared yet?”

“Now how do we get back?”

“You’re never leaving here.”

“You’re never leaving me.”

“They’ll never find you.”

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headcanon;; scars & tattoos

As a pirate, it’s not unusual for Bill to have plenty of scars from both new and old wounds. His aren’t as visible from a distance due to the ink covering him from head to toe, but up close there are raised and pocked areas of scar tissue all over.

His back is especially bad, having been torn up by 6 dozen lashes in one sitting by Captain Flint. Anything up to that point he can deal with with in stride, having an extremely high tolerance for pain.

His tattoos started even before piracy, but the longer he was involved with that lifestyle, the more he ended up getting tattooed; because they covered the scars, because they made him more intimidating, because it was something to do, because he can handle it...

Whenever he’s wounded, broken tattoos will be repainted or replaced. There’s not a part of his body that hasn’t seen ink. And he’s not worried about infection or anything; he’s survived having no skin on his back at high sea on a ship full of other pirates, he’s fine.

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me: the only thing i know about bill is that he likes money and withstands pain, who wants to rp with me???

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swanwinged-princess‌:

“Oh..!” 

Her eyes widened, and she stepped back, wing to her mouth. What should she do…?! She didn’t have anything especially valuable on her, apart from her dress- and there was absolutely no way she was taking that off. 

“I- um…” Should she run? She was light and fit enough to be quite quick, but he was taller and stronger- not to mention armed. Clutching her skirts even tighter, she took several more steps back, shoulders stiffening. 

“I- I… I’m sorry, I don’t have any money or jewelry with me…”

     Her backward steps were enough of an answer to tell Jukes that her chosen option was to flee, but he didn’t the distance between them just yet. He had no worries about being able to catch her, though the fact that she claimed to have nothing for the taking on her led him to wonder whether it'd even be fruitful to hold out for a potential future payout.

     A bird in the hand was worth two in the bush, but if the bird in his hand was so slim, was finding a meatier bird better than wasting time aiming in the shrubbery? He was a pirate--not a damn strategist.

     “A’right. Perhaps I’ll just keep ye around a while til we can work somethin’ out,” he mused, fixing her with a look that spoke now of only mild interest. He killed for greed, not for sport; if her head would provide no profit he’d let her go, but if she turned out to be valuable he wanted to be the first to benefit. He quirked a blithe grin, and said, “Now’s the part where ye run, unless ye want to come the easy way.”

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swanwinged-princess:

“Yes.. I am Princess Etulliana Odette Florine of the island of Schwanensee.” 

 Tutu lifted her chin and squared her shoulders, wings clasping her skirts tightly to hide the trembling of her fingers. She was the Emissary of Hope- she mustn’t show that she was frightened. 

“Why have you blocked my path, sir?”

     “Yeah, okay...M’not callin’ ye all that, Princess. But I will allow y’the chance to run.” The woman was so short and slight it was almost an unfair win if he didn’t allow her a head start--too easy, no fun. He stepped aside, motioning for her to continue on her merry way.

     “Or, if yer not in the mood for a chase, ye can hand over yer valuables.” His raised arm moved slowly, tilting palm upward toward his target. Eyebrow raised, he waited to hear what it would be.

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@pueraeternam

    “Yo! Flying lad.” The pirate waved over the kid who so vexed his captain to meet him where he sat on the edge of the tree-line, just a stretch of beach and then then the blue of the cove ahead. Though he’d gladly take his chance to do away with the boy if his killing blow wasn’t already spoken for, Jukes had no personal feud with him.

     When he was alone, enjoying his break on shore with some inking tools, he didn’t have to pretend to care about the dramatics between Hook and Pan. “Ye ever got one of these?” he asked, flashing a smirk that showed he knew the answer.

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     “Princess, is it?” Unmoved by her royal highness, what did catch his interest was the thought of wealth that went hand in hand with elevated social status. A heavily tattooed hand came to rest on the hilt of his cutlass as he considered the option of killing her outright and looting whatever she happened to be carrying on her.

     The other possibility was kidnapping her for a larger ransom, but to bring her back to the ship was to get his captain involved, and who knew what minimal cut he would get from those profits?

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like for a starter when i get on this blog tomorrow and can make some things happen!