#darksails

[dcviated]

Does it count if we're hiding our eyes via ninjutsu?

[caemthe]

Maybe Teach should've thought it twice before pestering the other man as Roberts had a special skill to say the most pompous and annoying shit. "Hah?" To tell the truth, he couldn't care less about how the man wanted to present themself and be a 'gentleman of the sea' or whatever. Even though everyone knew that pirate was a pirate, a scoundrel of the sea, just vermin and thieves all of them. Acting as if they were anything else was like covering the sun with a finger: just completely pointless. But that didn't bother Blackbeard. He didn't care. What bothered him was that damn 'I'm better than you, you brute' attitude that he saw whenever he exchanged words with the other.

"Far as I know I'm not the one who started as a little searat moping the floors. Doesn't look good to forget your roots, cabin boy." The good thing about being trash was that he could stoop as low as he wanted and no one would raise an eyebrow. It was annoying that he couldn't show his true colors in front of the Master and others but there was no point in playing nice before someone that could see through him. "My ship, my rules. If you don't like it, that's too bad. Doesn't matter who looks better, I'm still the one in charge. " He took off the hat but only to make it twirl on his gun. Blackbeard had been the kind of bastard that would randomly shoot his crew from time to time so they would remember who he was and, currently, Roberts was part of his crew.

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@darksails • cont.

[touchyoudown]

          Santa Destroy was home to many a weirdo, thug, and creeper, but this week took the absolute cake in gathering all sorts of unsavory types of people to this location. There were a whole bunch of strange new faces, each dressed in a fashion sense that was not reminiscent of around here, but rather of another realm entirely, or maybe even from the anime or video game world. Travis swore he had seen some of the outfits before, but it could’ve just been his overactive imagination.

          There was one guy in particular that seemed off-putting somehow. He didn’t mix with the crowd and was just standing at the corner of the sidewalk, gawking at some people who passed by with some interesting looking hairstyles. It was up to Travis to keep the town safe and to vet out any intruders and this guy seemed extra suspicious as he was keeping a careful eye out for whatever it could be he was trying to do. Yeah, this was the one to question. He approached the man, tapping him on the shoulder until he turned around.   ❛   Yo, what the fuck are you doing, man ?  You’re kinda creeping me out.... you here for something ?  Never seen you around before.   ❜

@darksails​

[hiiraethus]

❝ what’s the hurry? got some place to be? ❞ ( andor sentence meme! )

andor sentence starters. // accepting

One could never be too careful whilst traversing the city streets once day gave way to night and the stars twinkled high in the sky. Even with the lamp posts casting their gentle glow on the cobblestones and the guards out on their predictable, monotonous patrols -- Elvóthien wouldn't exactly describe it as safe. Even so, these hidden threats skulking in the shadows did little to deter her when the itch to stargaze became too much to be ignored.

Cloak and hood wrapped tightly around her form, the woman hurried through the meandering streets. Soft "excuse me's" were given to the few souls who dared to be out in the dead of night, and there was little heed to any other voices who called for her attention. However, it was one voice in particular that made her stride slow and come to a halt as she neared the gate.

Chestnut curls tumbled out from under the hood as she canted her head towards the source of the unfamiliar voice, perhaps against her better judgement. Still, her curiosity gripped tightly and refused to relent until it was properly sated. Truth be told, the queries had caught her off-guard, and it even amused her to some degree.

To anyone observing, it surely must have looked as if she was headed somewhere rather urgently with how briskly she'd been walking. Not that it had been anyone's business but her own, but still. She could humor this stranger, if even for a moment. The smallest of smirks upturned the corners of her lips, and a hand rested upon her hip as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other.

❝ Maybe,❞ came her curt, drawling reply. What little light from the lamp posts echoed in jade hues as she observed the voice's owner. ❝ Everyone has somewhere to be if they dare to be out at this time of night, do they not? Important places to be and all -- people to see.❞ A lie, though she wasn't naive enough to tell a stranger in the night what she was really up to, even as innocent as it was.

❝ What is it to you, though?❞

[generalzelgius]

META + time spent alone

        For one who spends as much time alone as Zelgius, you would think he enjoyed the solitude. This is far from the case, however, as he does not remain alone by choice, but rather by need. Keeping himself in isolation is a strategy put into place for his own safety. So fearful he is of others discovering his Branded heritage that he refuses to get close to anyone. It was a sheer miracle that when he met Lord Sephiran something in him compelled him to reveal the truth of his brand, otherwise he would never have risked such a move. Call it intuition, perhaps, or divine intervention. After meeting Sephiran, he was never ‘truly’ alone anymore, though the feelings of solitude and loneliness still did remain deep inside of him. Sephiran was a sort of bandage that held his wound together and masked it from even himself. 

       Moving on, what does Zelgius do while alone to pass the time   ?   His hobbies consist of activities one can do on their own. He is an intellectual fellow and loves to spend a lot of his time for the pursuit of knowledge, reading as much as he can on a myriad of topics. Being a romantic at heart, he does enjoy a good piece of poetry or stories. He also is rather fond of writing, mostly committing his battle tactics and strategies on paper for reference and future use. He will sometimes journal though he admits he is even at a loss for words when describing his own emotions. These diary pages are mostly words and ideas thrown onto paper without much coherence or structure. In addition, he trains quite often to ensure his skills are honed and continue to stay sharp. This consists of practicing with his blade and other physical workouts such as push-ups, sit-ups, lunges, etc. 

♢      —        send  [ META ] + a word / phrase / person / etc  and i will write a head  canon around it.   |   accepting   |   for @darksails

[sinsoko]

@darksails​ (starter call!)

    Though he’s glad to have narrowly avoided death at the hands of the Lostbelt’s Greeks, this does come with a certain drawback.  Namely that Sanson has never been at sea before and is now horribly seasick.  The sun does a man as pale as him no favors either.

    “Ahh,” he’s swaying back and forth slightly even as his knuckles are gripped white to the side of the ship.  “My apologies.  I’ve already tried all the typical home cures for nausea, but nothing appears to be working...”

[bloodthirstyflower]

✿   what does your heart look like?

a tangled ball of red strings

Who are you without the company of others? You aren’t sure, but you know that you aren’t fond of whoever it is. You are an actor, a pretty face and a pleasant song. Many idolize you, or love you, but you can never be sure of how sincere it is. Your heart is buried under the letters they leave you, sealed with a kiss. It can’t be untangled from the red strings they’ve attached to you. You deserve to find something, someone, true and faithful to hold your heart in place. You don’t have to be everything to everyone.

tagged by: @bloodxhound ( tysm !!! )

tagging: @meowtlaw, @darksails, @bodejustice, @bonescribes ( simon & kurama~ )

[reipasento]

DO YOU SURVIVE THE NARRATIVE?

no, you die alone, as some heroes tend to.

glory isn't always recognized at homecoming, sometimes you die alone in the cave of the beast, drawing last breaths alongside the monster; you curse yourself for ever leaving home, but at least you left the world a bit safer than you arrived.

tagged by: @darksails​  thank you!!

tagging:  @psykinetic @sylvarantichosen @risingsol​

[grandorder]

There were a hundred-thousand ways to find something in the city. Regardless of what it was, you simply needed to know where to look. For the impossibly old and antiqued, one would find themselves perusing the surface levels of Fibonacci. Which is where Kirsch finds himself today of all days; casting an appraising eye over old jewellery and long-sealed wines. 

A portion may be considered trash by some, but the rest of variable treasure. The wines especially - though he has the barest knowing in how to properly gauge them. So he half-turns to the figure beside him and asks, “Would you know the exact date of this--”

Ah. This is the face he vaguely recalls, and one he definitely doesn’t want to re-introduce himself to now. “No, nevermind. It seems I’ve made a mistake.”

@darksails​

[hopeled]

      most weekends, she liked sleeping in. a habit formed in this city--no work to be done, no life threatening event? goodbye waking world, hello nice and soft bed. however she could make a few exceptions to her ‘ do nothing all weekend’ rule; fishing this early in the morning with a Servant was one of them. it combined two things: that early morning air that was a touch cool but refreshing and a question she’s had for years now, specifically in regards to Riders tied to the waters.

             they could sail, but. well, what about fishing?

   a yawn escapes her lips, hand raising to muffle the sound as one eye peeks open to see what the Rider was doing. which then turned into both eyes open and a curiously surprised tilt of her head. “ What sort of bait are you using? “

@darksails​

[dcviated]

"I'm keeping my hair long!!"

"But the bangs are staying in check~"

[caemthe]

munday meme 4 and 12? :o

munday meme

4. Favourite thing about roleplaying?

Getting to write and read about the characters I'm invested in different scenarios and situations I would've never imagined before. I get to psychoanalyze my blorbos, explore different themes, and learn about my rp partners' muses, which is always a delight. I get to ramble about very specific details of the source material I'm obsessed with, the different aspects of my muses that make them feel human and I get to drag people into caring for them even though a good portion of my muse list is simply the worst™ or fated to die young. And a bonus is that I get to practice my english writing and reading!

12. Have you any old muses that you’d love to bring back?

Ngl I was weak and already brought back my demon king Nobunaga some time ago. Euryale sometimes makes small apparitions in my threads with Juanjo (my master oc) since she's his main servant and that's more than enough for me. Toji from JJK is the only muse that sometimes I have a mighty need to bring back but I haven't touched the manga in a very long time nor am interested in doing so he'll remain in prison with no possibility of parole until further notice.

[touchyoudown]

@darksails : continued from here.

          At least Bart was finally showing Travis' collection some respect by calling it treasure though he doubted he was being genuine about it. Well, whatever. This strangers' opinion shouldn't have bothered him so much or even matter to him. Guess Travis could be a bit soft when it came to the things he loved.

          ❛ You can physically show me ? ❜ Travis didn't have much time for follow up questions or comments as Bart's words turned rather suggestive, causing him to take a few steps back, inwardly shuddering. ❛ H-Hey, I already told you I don't swing that way . ❜ Bart finished with saying he wasn't his type which had Travis roll his eyes and scoff. ❛ Stop acting like I want you or something, geez. ❜ It was getting a little old now.

          ❛ Anyway, back to showing me. What did you mean by that ? You're a pirate, so, you live on a ship, I'm guessing. Do you mean to say your boat is parked somewhere on the docks ? I haven't seen any massive ships lately. Where the hell is it ? Up your ass and around the corner or something ? ❜ Full sarcasm mode activated, but hey, who knows, could be true.

[hiiraethus]

what color character are you?

dark blue

Dark Blue characters are kindhearted and responsible, driven to care for others around them. They are good at strategizing in the heat of the moment, but are also quite impulsive and rush into things without a plan when they are fired up. 

While calm people and patient teachers, they are quite hotheaded and not afraid to stand up for what they believe in. Their sense of morality guides them, both into battle, and into healing. They get along with a wide range of people, but do have a temper that causes them to get into short-lived disagreements. They don’t like to be seen as inferior, as much of their strength comes from the softness inside of them. 

They like being needed and helpful, and want people to agree that they know what’s best for them, although others can get annoyed at what they perceive as nagging. They take turns being the voice of reason and the reason for the voice. They can hold their own, and believe in respecting everyone as long as everyone is respectful in turn. 

They often had to grow up fast and mature early, which they both take pride in and resent. They are likely to join a just cause on a whim, and do what it takes to develop the skillset they need to best help the cause, although they prefer to be at the center of the action. If they feel no one is doing anything and it needs to be done, they’ll step in. 

They are often close to prodigies, having some sort of incredible skill that they can expertly hone. They are inspirational and have a lot of emotional maturity. They can both maneuver people through their hardships and inspire them to rise up. They can often ignore their own feelings and needs in the process of being a sort of martyr for others, however, and can grow resentful when no one pays attention to them like they do for others. 

Dark blue characters need people in their lives who will encourage and uplift them in whatever cause they choose to support, as well as give them space to talk out their feelings. They also need others who will recognize when they are taking too much responsibility on, and take some time to give them care and support and affirm their willingness to care.

tagged by: @darksails ( thank you!! ♡ ) tagging: @valorborn​ & @oasisborn​

[generalzelgius]

𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒅𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒅?

touch me with tender truth

you crave being known and held. you just want the warmth and pressure of another body against your own. sometimes, late at night when you're alone in your bed, your skin aches with the lack of touch. you've tried touching yourself, and it isn't the same. one time someone gripped your shoulder and squeezed it in passing, and you thought about it for weeks after - the ghost pressure of their hand lingering. don't you deserve it? consistent physical love and caring? i think so, i think you do. but i also have to ask - do you fear it even as you want? after all, if you get it then it might also be taken away. i hope that if you fear it, you push through past that fear. that you ask for the touch you desire and deserve. i hope that you get touched with love and kindness, wrapped up in warm arms and rocked from side to side until the tension and pain falls away layer by layer and only you are left.

tagged by: @aaternum ( tysm !!! )

tagging: @hiiraethus, @abyssleapt, @lightofcreation, @darksails, @seawrought, @liightbringr, @vairuler, @annjiru, @unforestalledreturn

[isolaradiale]

reapplying as rider ( bartholomew roberts ) from fate / grand order. thank you!

Welcome back to scenic Isola Radiale, Rider!

You’ll be staying in APARTMENT 330!

Everything you received during your previous stay has been returned to you!

Enjoy your stay!

– maia