#Captain Answers

[steve-rogers-language]

I can be Scooby Doo, but I'm not Scooby.. -🐍

This you?

[captainrufflebanger]

Lady D might not be able to swim, but would her…um… would they help her float?

She's putting the boob in buoyancy

[thats-captain-wars-to-you]

what is therapy... I still wont go but what is it?

It's like a doctor for your brain instead of your body. It helps you heal kid.

[captain-newsquidbeaksplaoon]

H-hey, Captain. Umm… I just wanted to say…

Clears throat

I think you’re really awesome, and that your muscles are… well, they’re something… and I just wanted to ask… are you single…?

@the-eel-dealz

i-

W-Wha

I uh..yes..i am in fact single..

Why do you ask..?

[captain-dad]

What would happen if say you were on the verge of getting married to Pellew but suddenly a whole group of renegade sailors one of them wearing the same wedding dress as you burst down the door, saying they need your assistance and assure you you'd even get more honeymoon time with your Admiral if you just wait until after the ceremony in the car, like what's the proper response here?

(it's a very specific ask, it's based on a very funny story not sure if you already know about it)

Answering this because just lately I bought an actual wedding dress :

Internally: "omg, it's hapening, finally! Why must they interfere? And is that a time traveler because why do they have a 90s dress? So unusual!

Actually : "what in the name of fucking fuckery is this?? Can you just wait like.. 5 minutes until I get my true *obsessions* HA-HMMM , I mean *loves* kiss???

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I'm so sorry I forgot this but I was always thinking of a proper badass response but never thought of one.

To be honest as long as we will be getting married you could let out a horde of chainsaw swinging raccoons and I'd not question it🙃

[yourbelovedcaptain]

Hiii can I ask you a question regarding the Greek gods and how to work with them? I recently found out that lady hecate is my spirit guide and idk how to say? Honor her?

Hey there, so happy you reached out! I Honor Lady Aphrodite and Lord Apollon personally -- here's the guide I used along with research on the specific gods! 💖☀️

It helped SO MUCH in understanding MANY of the major aspects of Hellenic Polytheism that are key to this belief! -- The way I chose to devote myself to my Lord and Lady daily don't cost money (I am starting my altars, but that isn't NEEDED)

For Lady Aphrodite I write poetry and stories, pray to Her, practice self-love through affirmations and daily washing, and I created a playlist dedicated to songs that make me think of Her. For Lord Apollon I greet the sun every morning, pray to Him, sing/hum/play music often, and I also have a playlist of songs dedicated to Him as well.

Honor can be given in so many different ways! I love to talk to them and tell them what I'm doing, even if it's not dedicated to them. Another way is through researching them and understanding their stories. There are so many folks out there that can give different perspectives as well, devotion is endless as long as it is conscious and thoughtful!

I am NOT the best source for any information, please feel free to scroll through my Tumblr for more answers and use guides specifically for Lady Hecate! (please don't use TikTok!! Lol!)

[eustasscapitankid]

I'm freaking curious about all of them! Something about your titles... 😋🤭

But I NEED to know about "Gloryhole"! 🤔

❤️

@pandora-writes-one-piece

Oh lord 😅 Unlike most of my WIP threads, I don't even have real notes or quotes for this one yet so I'm going to apologize in advance. Truthfully, this is one of the ones that I wasn't going to list because the "WIP" pretty much consists entirely of the ship pairing and a single note:

Goryhole, but the way the stalls are designed there is only one (anonymous) way in, and a different (revealing) way out.

[captainnotfirstmate]

peepers

peepers?? like, eyes?

[captain-harpo]

Yooo how was the ralph bakshi wizards movie? That clip is one of my absolute favorites on tumblr

I liked it overall! It was very heavy-handed, but I liked the paradox they set up with the use of technology at the beginning vs the end. I also liked the layering of real footage with the animation, both the unedited propaganda and the rotoscoped theatrical battles. On the propaganda, I liked that the "enemy" were not really interested in fighting until they saw it, and that it was the "ultimate weapon." The artwork was also lovely, they changed styles depending on where they were and I think drew on German Expressionism for Blackwolf's camp. And the voice acting was really fun, too.

I read on Wikipedia that Bakshi said the movie was about the creation of the state of Israel and the rise of fascism, which at first I assumed was about the violence of the state of Israel but thinking over it again that was probably. The wrong interpretation of what he said. So watch out for that. There's also the standard issues with things in the fantasy genre, namely racism and sexism. People with British accents are trustworthy and that kind of thing.

All that said I got the DVD from my local library and am planning on watching again with the director's commentary. At the very least I'm looking forward to hearing more about the art lmao

[captainobviois]

fine, I'll bite, gimme the firestorm of deathly hexblade or whatever you've come up with

Oh no this is much sillier. I already reblogged my original post with it so I won’t put as much detail here but…

Barbarian Satyr in an urban fantasy setting. She’s a Satyr Skater. A Skatyr. Her skateboard is a bludgeoning weapon. She’s got cargo shorts and a big jean jacket with patches and it says “Sk8tyr” on the back.

Warforged bard. They’re made of old radios and speakers. They play music out of them to cast spells. Design wise I’m thinking of Sweet Cap’n Cakes from Deltarune Ch 2

[eowynstwin]

i’m drooling at ur older bf price (not much else to say except when/if u ever have more thots abt him please share 🙏)

previous

You curl in on yourself after sex, sometimes. It’s a pattern Price has noticed—you’ll finish, then he will, and in the humid moments after, the shutters in your eyes will close. You won’t meet his gaze.

He’s only asked once about it, and it had been so clear that the question disturbed you that he hadn’t pressed. You’d tell him, he reasoned, when you were ready—

(And he could nudge you in that direction in the meanwhile.)

The sink is put back together, cabinet door closed. Your sundress is wrapped and twisted around your midsection, naked breasts wet with his saliva and compressed against his chest as you lay panting on top of him. His shirt is in some far-off corner, thrown aside, and his jeans are around his knees.

“That was nice,” he murmurs in your ear, kissing your hair. He makes a home for his fingertips between your shoulder blades, walking the trail of your spine, up and down, slow as a tide.

“Mm-hm,” you say, out at sea. Far away.

He can’t deny that it disappoints him. But it isn’t about him, and he shouldn’t make it so. Even if it is about him, it isn’t actually about him—it’s about something else that has attached itself to him. Things are like that more often than not—deeper, older problems with hooks, the barbed kind that sink in and cling and won’t come out of their own accord.

So he keeps kissing your hair, and he keeps stroking your back. His softened cock hasn’t slipped from you yet, and he makes no move to dislodge it. You nestle closer to him; shift your body over his, a little, just for the feeling of it. He waits for the sigh—the long, steady breath you take after the act, after you’ve found yourself again in wherever it is you go after moments like this.

“This is probably weird to talk about after sex,” you say, and Price’s ears perk up.

“Nothing weird between us, dove,” he encourages. “What’s on your mind?”

You play with his chest hair a little, twirling it around with the manicured ends of your nails. (A manicure he happily paid for.)

“You’re the first man who’s ever given a damn about me,” you mumble into his neck.

“I’m sorry to hear that,” he says honestly. He kisses you again, because he wants to, and because he wants it to comfort you.

“You don’t make me feel stupid for not being able to do stuff on my own,” you continue. “My step—my mom’s husband. He used to make fun of me for, for getting confused about changing my car’s oil. Or he’d get annoyed at me. Or I’d need him to change my tires because I can’t do it on my own, and I’d call him for help, and he wouldn’t pick up the phone.”

“He sounds like a piece of work,” Price comments.

A younger version of himself would have offered to beat the shit out of the asshole. That self’s anger on your behalf sits radioactive in his chest even now—corrosive, roiling, righteous fury, ready to carve your name on whatever offal is left over after Price gets through with him.

But that would be for his own ego, not for you. That has no place here.

“Do you know—” and your voice breaks a little, “do you know how bad it feels when a man who’s supposed to look out for you treats you like you’re an idiot? Like you’re not smart enough to be worth helping?”

“Some,” he says. “It’s an awful feeling. I wish you didn’t know how it felt, dove. I’m sorry.”

He feels something warm and wet drip onto his chest, and your shoulders begin to shake.

It’s not the full-body, wracking cry of catharsis. Just an episode of something longer, something tired. A problem dealt with, over and over again—a wound that reopens sometimes, if it’s pulled the wrong way.

Price gathers you closer, wraps his arms around you tighter. He cups the back of your neck with one hand and murmurs “shhh” into your hair, soothing and quiet, squeezing you against him.

“I’m okay,” you say, a little watery. “Really, I am.”

“I know you are,” he says.

He tilts your face toward his, and kisses the center of your forehead. You meet his eyes with your own, wide and glistening with your tears.

“I’m always gonna help you, dove,” he promises, catching one that falls with the edge of his thumb. “And you can always ask.”

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No I don’t have daddy issues why do you ask

[steve-rogers-language]

Happy Pride Cap

[captainrufflebanger]

Hope it doesn't comes out as a weird ask but thank you for drawing Alci with stomach it's a blessing 🙏 (trying to use beautiful words but it makes me feral in a good way)

I'm so tired of twig skinny anime depictions with nonexistent waist. Sometimes she looks younger than her own daughters

I get two kinds of ask-comments and I love them both equally. Dear anons, allow me to share with you my wisdom which is:

[thats-captain-wars-to-you]

*break into inbox*

Opinion on Legend??

*makes a peace sign and vanishes*

-anon 27

He's a good man and an excellent fighter. I just wish he'd listen, and maybe let go of his own ego for a few seconds.

[captain-newsquidbeaksplaoon]

Damn, Cap, you have one of these too?

Hello Marie, yes, i just made one a few days ago. How have you been?

[named-anon]

Eeth A. back! Real life and all caught up.

I have multiple ideas.

1: Agen giving Vos a noogie for worrying him while the Kiffar was undercover (the comics had Agen try to bring Vos in while Vos was trying to find the Sith Master)

2: Omega meets Captain Rex

3: Kit using Obi Wan as an arm rest

4: Yaddle and Mace having tea, purposely not having swamp tea

Finally had time today!

Time is sparse now when the holidays are over. It might show on the later sketches.