#Lucky Jack Russel Pirate101

[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.

[piecesofchess]

Commission for @rancidrodentz and a client on Twitter!

[dailyspiral]

day 14 - two of those presidio guys...

[sevenheven7011]

My dog is british pray for him 🙏 😢 😭🤞✝️

[stormbreaker101]

[destiny-moonforge]

love this animal... the... uhh (reads smudged writing on hand) licky jock

[coopersroost]

today on weird but inconsequential shit in pirate101: during the quest to get the indigo windstone from the scurvy dogs for going to valencia, if you open your map all the scurvy dogs are instead marked as lucky jack russell??? lucky jack isn't even my presidio companion on this characters

[thatgaycatfrompirate101]

no i do not take criticism

[roseverdict]

PIRATE101 MARLEYBONE NOW LIVES RENT-FREE IN MY HEAD

[jonahtown]

Jack Russel I Care You

[captaincatalinasilver]

Lucky Jack Russell

Some appreciation for the lad, I was in a drawing mood so why not :)

I love his critical music and his character so much!

[save-the-spiral]

Wiztober Day Three: Blade

Welcome to day three of Wiztober2020. Content warnings for graphic violence, torture, blood, knives, child abuse, starvation mention, alcohol mention, implied use of sex as self-harm. This is completely canon for my oc Alexander, btw :)

(link to prompt list)

The first time it had truly sunk in for the rest of the crew was in Mooshu, when they had captured a corrupt man who ruled over a pathetically small island of the Subata Skyway, barely large enough to warrant being put on maps in the first place. But Subodai knew stories of the man, had even faced his cruelty firsthand before his time in their crew.

Bonnie Anne had always known. Subodai knew some of it, and the others maybe could guess. But some were like Ratbeard, and were generally oblivious, or like Jack Russel, who never looked past the first image in his head of their captain, even if that image was a happy ten year old boy, and not a twenty-four year old man and pirate captain.

After they had fixed some other troubles of those on the island, Darling Alexander Dove had insisted that he and the now bound goat have a private talk, before bringing the so-called ‘lord’ to face justice. Only Bonnie Anne and Subodai knew just what that talk would entail, and the others would soon enough, as they all loitered outside of the now ransacked home.

Alexander didn’t talk. His crew did not hear his smooth, lilting tone, his soft almost shy laughter, or even him yelling at the criminal, no accusations or anger. Alexander stood in front of the goat, and simply stared as the man writhed against expertly tied knots, his panicked bleating cut off and breathy, sweat matting greying fur.

Alexander reached towards his belt, fingers trembling as he drew one of his knives. The blade was almost rectangular, a slanted point sharpened to a deadly edge. Alexander’s mother had carried such a blade, even though she had never battled, more keen on directing her crew.

With his other hand he loosened his ponytail, letting his hair fall forward, a black wave filling parts of his vision as it did so. Alexander looked up again, and saw no more fear filling the eyes in front of him, and hated it. With two strides he used his free hand to snap out and grab one of the man’s horns, a bleat of fear filling the battle torn room. Alexander then brought forth his knife, those movements agonizingly slow, his own breath caught in his throat with a grim vindication.

It took a long time for the screams to stop. Within a minute Bonnie Anne just shook her head with exasperation and left for their ship. Those of Alexander’s crew who were weak-stomached left quickly as well, some nauseated by the sounds of pain and rending flesh, though they all reached their limit in the end and left eventually.

The villagers who had to deal with this villain were content to go about their daily life after escorting the children to the other side of the island, though they appeared to be preparing for a festival, one that Subodai knew had been outlawed by the same man being tortured. Subodai assisted the villagers in setting up their festival, never flinching at what he heard.

The others in the crew confronted Bonnie Anne as soon as they boarded the ship, asking frantic questions, or in Jack Russel’s case, staring blankly as if his world was crashing around him. Bonnie had no answers. 

All she knew was that Alexander was trying desperately to ruin himself in as many ways as possible. He was still that boy lost and alone and abandoned in the sewers of Skull Island, hunched over and starved. He was clawing at the world as if he could sink claws in deep enough to pull himself up, not realizing the walls around him were so very soft and thin, ready to collapse at any moment. Bonnie Anne knew that Alexander was burying himself in his own grave, using anything weighty enough to let himself suffocate, be it violence or alcohol or the bodies of strangers.

Bonnie Anne sat there and allowed the others to let out their confusion and worry and anger, and thought of the same boy from the sewers that she brought with her as they went under the employ of a captain and first became pirates for three years of their life. That boy had become well fed, had been able to smile again, but the captain could sense Alexander’s skill for violence, a predator inherently knowing weakness in its prey.

It was her fault, really. Mary Reed seemed like a trustworthy sort, but the captain she recommended Bonnie and Alexander join up with was anything but. Bonnie Anne had dragged Alexander with her, had smiled and reassured him that once they had money they could stop living in damp, decrepit tunnels. She had told him everything was going to be okay.

Her real mistake, in the end, was telling Alexander to be himself.

Even below the deck of the ship, insulated by strong timber, she still could hear screaming. The others on board were unbothered, as they were out of hearing range from Alexander’s current victim.

[piecesofchess]

My entry for the 2021 Winter Wonderland Contest. I wanted to do a lot more with this piece, like drawing Jack next to a Christmas tree with presents addressed to the rest of our Crew. But I got crunched on time again and I’m leaving this weekend right before the deadline. So I had to rush and put everything together.

Lucky Jack Russell is my favorite Presidio companion and he’s a great father figure to our Pirate in my eyes. I don’t expect anything, but I’m just glad I got to ‘participate‘ this year.

[stormyykat]

fuck it pirate101 companion hc post because why not (mainstory only)

starter companions-

kan po - aroace he/him

kobe yojimbo - trans gay man, he/xe

subodai - non-binary bisexual, they/he

egg shen - gay ace, he/him

wing chun - cishet, he/him (lol)

class trainer companions -

the marchioness - non-binary lesbian, he/she

chantal livingstone - demigirl lesbian, she/they

fan flanders - aroace lesbian, she/xe

peter quint - aroace gay, he/they

carcarius grimtooth - ace pansexual, xe/xem

tavern companions -

sarah steele - trans woman, lesbian, she/her

ensign emmett - trans man, gay, he/him

barnabus - aroace, he/they

louis le bisque - queer, he/xe

mormo - bigender aroace, she/he/they

presidio companions -

lucky jack russel - demiboy bisexual, he/they

milo graytail - non-binary, gay aro, they/them

dead mike - gay ace, he/him

gaspard de vole - cishet (but in an affectionate kind of way), he/him

mag 7 - (side note very funny how half of them are named bill)

bat materson - aroace, he/him

billy the kid - gay ace, he/him

buffalo bill - pansexual trans man, he/him

calamity jane canary - trans woman, bisexual, she/her

wild bill peacock - trans man, bisexual, he/him

duck holiday - trans man, gay ace, he/him

mainstory all -

bonnie anne - non-binary sapphic, she/he/they

old scratch - non-binary aroace, they/them

ratbeard - trans man, queer, he/they

el toro - trans man, bisexual, he/him

contessa argento - trans woman, lesbian, she/they

monkey king - cishet, he/him (lol)

catbeard - genderfluid gay, she/meow

gracie conrad - bigender lesbian, he/she

hawkules - gay, he/him

[stormbreaker101]

[stormbreaker101]