oscar blackwell iii

oogie boogie, thirty five, master gunner on the jolly roger. try and cross me and your scalp will be on my wall. dependent rp for starhqs

[bloodyblackwcll]

As Oogie advanced on him across the beach in massive strides, John realized that if he was going to get out of this he would have to talk his way out. His sword was in his cabin, and Oogie could probably crush his skull with one hand and very little regret. Luckily, he’d had a lot of practice at not getting murdered by his more volatile shipmates over the years, and he barely even had to pause a moment before an appropriate tactic popped into his head. “I can see you’re angry, and I understand why,” he offered, placatingly.

“But if you killed me now, you’d regret it. There’s things you don’t know. Please, just—let me explain everything, alright? I will, truly.” His gaze darted around them and he lowered his voice. “But… not here.” He spoke loudly again. “Come inside and have some rum.” Then his voice dropped once more, conspiratorially. “We don’t know who else might be listening.” Hopefully that would be intriguing enough to buy him a few more minutes, and a few steps closer to his sword. Silver had no intention of breaking his lucky streak where surviving Oogie was concerned, even if it meant he had to spin a few tall tales to do it. “Please,” he repeated for good measure, with a humble voice that spoke of his great respect for his fellow gunner. “Just come share a drink with me. If you want to kill me afterwards…” John shrugged. “I’ll respect that.” He wouldn’t allow it to actually happen, but he could honestly respect it.

"Stop fuckin' talking all 'em words an' let's get to the murderin'!" He growled, barred teeth towards the other. Oogie was physical power but john actually had a few thoughts inside, it always gave him the upper hand. There wasnt a lot of forethought with oogie, it was act first and think later, which is why the blood could never come off his hands, why he would never leave the jolly roger until he was six feet under. The red haze slightly cleared as john mentioned rum and someone listening, something that made the other whip his head around looking for anyone around them. They hadn't noticed anyone before, but you could never tell with Neverland.

Oogie didn't wanna listen to John but something in the back of his mind, all the years spent together, made oogie slightly drop the murderous eyes and step forward again. "Better have some damn good rum to make me rethink putting your skin on the wall, them words better be worth your life, I ain't fuckin' around anymore; not after you vanishin'. An' if this is the only time I see you again I'll make the most of it." Oogie warned, looking over at the other hesitantly. Emotions weren't something they knew how to deal with, the pain of being left, the anger and confusion that plagued him all the time. It was easier to act with his knife than delay with anything that went on inside.

"Dont make me regret trustin' you."

[bloodyblackwcll]

theshadcwman​:

Watching the flickering purple flames, Facilier let a smirk creep onto his lips, deliberately taking his time in answering, for an exercise in patience was always an interesting tool to utilise in the face of such frustrations. He counted the beats in his head for the silence, waiting until he hit ten before finally raising his voice.

“Always so eager to make a mess why aren’t ya… Something bubbling and brewing beneath the skin there, begging to be satisfied and not even close… must be hard carryin’ that all around…” he replied, the words lacking the sympathy that might otherwise make them seem compassionate. “As for what I want… well I want what I always want. Entertainment. Deals.Interest. And where better to find that but in you…”

Silence was something the scarred man hated. It was harsh and cold, a reminder of the world he hated. Facilier knew this of oogie and played on that hatred, intentionally messing with the bloodthirsty creature that was oogie boogie. Humanity seemed to be long gone, but was it ever really there in that hollow chest?

"Dont fuckin' think ya can get in my skull an' play aroun' with my innards you fuck." They spat, glaring at the other as he read them like a book. It was so easy for him to get under their skin, into their mind. "I ain't no en'ertainmen' for ya, this ain't no game! An' i ain't ever gonna make a deal with you, that magic ain't comin' near me." his family warned about the unnatural flames that flickered around facilier, magic that ripped peoples souls apart. The price was high, higher than the value, but gifts always seemed so appealing; it was a campfire horror story- until he met this demon that walked among the living.

[williamxleland]

It was early in the morning and Smee’s overnight shift of watching the shift was just about to expire. He wouldn’t lie, he was exhausted and more than ready to take a couple hour rest before it was time to get up again and patrol the ship once again. To wake himself up, Smee stood up and stretched his back. Once he was done stretching, Smee looked over into the corner of the ship and saw someone standing over there. He couldn’t tell what they were doing or even who they were from where he was standing so he decided to walk over to them. “What are you doing?” He asked them before resting his hands on his hips. “Behaving, I hope.”

[bloodyblackwcll]

Oogie isnt paying attention to the world around them, a knife dancing around his skin as he thinks about everything and nothing simultaneously. Ripped out of his violent thoughts, the knife picking an old scab wound open again as they looked up at the familiar voice above him. Glaring at the man in front of them, oogie sighed. "Ain't no behavin' here, that ain't my game, an' you ain't gonna get anything different." Oogie huffed, lifting his hand up to pull the finger before realizing that the wound had opened up and blood trickled down his arm. There was something about anyones expectations of them that made them so violently adverse to meeting them.

[theshadcwman]

@bloodyblackwcll​  // closed starter

The grin that crept upon his lips bore little camaraderie in the expression, but seemed something more menacing and foreboding. The sight of the Jolly Roger’s master gunner was one Facilier wasn’t sorry to see, for the man was always such a delight to antagonise, the kind of man who riled easily and saw trickeries less than he ought to.

“So far from the ship you sail upon, master gunner, and here I thought you pirate types suffered when landlocked for too long…” he spoke up from the shadows, clicking his fingers to bring a spark of purple flame to his hand that illuminated his face. He had no need for the click of course, but he enjoyed the flair of it all, the showmanship.

[bloodyblackwcll]

walking around should be a comfort, but hearing that voice made him angrier than anything else. oogie isn’t one for a war of words, all he really enjoys is violence, torture, and terror. so having to deal with this menace drives oogie insane. 

“i ain’t uncomfortable on land, blood can be spilled on any surface, an’ that’s all i give a fuck about.” oogie growled at the other, his eyes widening at the magic but not enough to stumble backwards or anything. if there was one thing oogie really hated, it was magic, the way that some had a power that he likely couldn’t beat. it was bringing a gun to a knife fight, and oogie hated it. “fuck you want, facilier? i ain’t got all day to waste with your ass.”

[bloodyblackwcll]

the-sea-cook​:

He’d been laying in a hammock near his hut, enjoying the breeze coming in off the water while his fishing boat bobbed on its mooring a little ways off. There were many secret coves and inlets around the island, but he’d grown particularly fond of this one. He knew every path that was easier for him to manage with his leg, every large rock to sit on and forget his troubles and his past—

A horribly familiar booming yell shattered the silence, and for a moment John thought he might be back on the Jolly Roger, having hallucinated the last two years. He groaned inwardly as the threat reached his ears. There was no getting around it—if he didn’t appear, Oogie would likely burn the hut out of spite for being ignored, if nothing else. John pulled his tired limbs from the hammock, and wondered if he should try and find a weapon for this reunion. Emerging into the clearing outside the hut, he stayed a safe distance from the bigger man. He raised his hands placatingly, and winced. “I’ll… have to ask you not to do that, Oogie.” For good measure he awkwardly added, “My old friend,” but he didn’t know if that’d fly. He just really didn’t want his house burned down. 

oogie was expecting a random little island fucker, someone that would tremble at their words and run for cover if oogie got any angrier. however, oogie was not expecting his old.. friend? no he wasn’t a friend, an acquaintance at best, one who just disappeared one day never to be heard from again. seeing john standing there with his hands up, an obvious sign of weakness, made oogie angrier. 

“jesus fuck you should be dead motherfucker!” he yelled, his hand rising up just to pull the finger at his old crewmate. he wanted to storm up and slit the man’s throat, but frankly living in this stupid hut instead of the grand jolly roger might be exactly what the little shit wanted. oogie boogie never really knew what happened, one day john just left and that was all they ever heard about it, oogie becoming the master gunner and terrorizing the seven seas. okay, he wasn’t going to slit the other’s throat, but getting in his face definitely works to get out some of that anger he held. violently stomping his way towards the other, his boots slipping further into the sand as he used more force in each step, oogie paused about a meter away from the other. “you ain’t callin’ me a friend you fuck, you disappeared two years ago an’ you ain’t dead? ‘m gonna change that real soon!”

[bloodyblackwcll]

indomitablecourage​:

A wry chuckle escaped the captain at the coarse outburst from his master gunner, though he acknowledged the grain of truth within the statement. He had sailed with the man for far too long to expect anything less than such an observation accompanied by that unnerving grin. Once perhaps it might have unnerved him, but he knew it well and often enjoyed the effects of it himself. 

“I should think that would be the wisest assumption given the climate…” he replied, dipping his head in a nod, returning to his cigar contraption once more. He was glad to see the other so ready to cross swords with the lost boys, for the baying for blood would begin soon enough. He could feel it in his bones. “I should think there would be a select few among their number who might see the tide turning in our favour, and you cannot deny that a few more expendable powder monkeys would do you well…” he mused, a wickedness to the grin that crossed his face. “Though for the most part it is over the side they shall be sent, into the watery depths below to meet their fates in the locket I suspect…”

the captain laughed, and oogie just grinned a little wider. there wasn’t much that phased the man anymore, he didn’t care what people think and frankly, everyone bled the same. sure, at the beginning of his service on the jolly roger, he would lash out if anyone looked at his wrong, but now that’s only reserved for those considered an enemy. 

“y’know, i don’t much know why we haven’t just razed the whole fuckin’ island; everyone that resists service, gets goddamn killed. easy as that.” oogie barred his teeth, the violent grin illuminating how bloodthirsty the man really was. nothing else interested him, all he cared about was violence; to an almost worrying degree. looking at the captain as he spoke, oogie had to stifle a laugh as he spoke. “those little fucks probably couldn’t handle it, drop a cannon ball on their foot and cry out for death- an’ i’ll give it to ‘em... least i can do ya know?” oogie grinned, shaking his head. “tie the fucks to a rock and watch ‘em scramble to survive as they sink to the bottom of the fuckin’ ocean.”

[bloodyblackwcll]

closed starter for @the-sea-cook​

it was stupid, it really was. oogie had threatened to hang one of the rookies onto the mast and use his skin for a patch on the sails, but the threat was without real cause and oogie was told to cool off. so here he was, stomping through the forests of neverland and grumbling about it all, the stupidity of it all. the rookie couldn’t handle a fucking cannonball dropping on his foot, but because he wasn’t a gunner it was oogie’s fault. maybe so, but oogie was angry and had found himself lost in the forest. 

“motherfucking forest being so fucking big!” he growled, stomping around, kicking the branches that lay on the forest floor. as he kept walking, oogie didn’t know where he was until he found himself likely on the other side of the island, nowhere near where he wanted to be. stumbling towards this dingy little shack, oogie decided that screaming would be the best way to get help. “oi! fucker! i know someone lives here! come out an’ i won’t burn ya fuckin’ house down.” he growled, not knowing any better way to ask for directions. 

[bloodyblackwcll]

indomitablecourage‌:

“Ahhh but I am not most men, am  Master Gunner, and you ought to remember it well… This is perhaps why disturbing is the feeling that you attract more often than not, perhaps coupled with a sense of mild frustration at your apparent disregard for upper body clothing…” he retorted, his jibe meant in good faith, though with a kernel of truth for he could not truly agree with the absentee nature of the man’s fashion for the top half of his body.

A soft, quiet chuckle escaped him as he suggested the idea of chasing blood and he shook his head for a moment, raising the cigar contraption to his lips and taking another draw. He held it for a moment before blowing the smoke out between his lips, letting it filter up into the night air between them, heading towards the strange constellations that made up the Neverland evening skies. “Blood will come soon enough… mark my words… the insolent youth and his group of hollering miscrients have been far too quiet in recent hours and the clash of blades has been absent too long…” he breathed, voice impassioned as talk turned to his sworn enemy as it always did. “And then, good sir, you will sink your blade into the breast of every lost one who refuses the offer to sail ‘neath the black…”

“yeah, you ain’t most men, oh captain sir. frustration.... see, i ain’t one for carin’ much for that, fuck their frustration when i make someone stumble in a fight lookin’ at my skin. ‘f i can make someone’s blood run cold, that’s a fuckin’ win for me, ain’t it?” oogie grinned, the corners of his mouth pulling into a razor sharp smile, unnerving to most. malice coated everything that they did, the violence that made him such a good member of the gunner crew. 

the way hook shook his head caused oogie’s brows to furrow together, the smile on their features quickly morphing into an anrgy frown. his anger was soothed again by hook’s words, eventual bloodshed would always temper his anger; and he knew it would always come eventually. “they’re plannin’ somethin’ ain’t they? some attack at down bullshit, ain’t it?” they growled, looking at the other with fire in their eyes. he didn’t care for the nuance of their endless feud, war was war and he would always be on the winning side. “you think those little fuckers would even consider sailin’ with us or are we just gonna paint the jolly roger red?”

[bloodyblackwcll]

oscar blackwell iii oogie boogie, thirty five around 250, master gunner

*enter the literal worst fucker here* this is oogie boogie, the master gunner and piece of shit on the jolly roger. he’s terrible and someone should stab him, even though he might... like that.. anyway here’s his bio but tdlr terrible person, terrible family, went to the military for years and then jumped onto a ship. 

please lmk if you wanna plot, and i’m gonna post a reacc call on discord, but at least for now that’s it!!

[suponts]

⏤ open

Jim had spent the entire morning dangling from a sling off the bow of the Jolly Roger, touching up her figurehead with a detail knife, carefully rimming the sockets of the eyes and texture of the hair. It was more a vanity project than anything, not for himself, but for the Captain. If it were up to Jim, the appearance of a thing didn’t matter half as much as its function. Growing up, Jim learned the best looking things in life were rarely things of substance. The best things, the sturdiest, neglected vanity and embraced utility. But in this case, vanity was utility. Hook liked things to look nice. It was clear from the way he carried himself to the way he dressed. Back home, he may have even regarded the man as fopphish. Even his hook was a handsome, well made thing. And while Jim found it pointless, earning Hook’s approval was decidedly not. So he’d taken it upon himself to smooth over the patches roughened with seafaring, the splotches darkened by ash and gunpowder. 

Jim only glanced up from his work when a shadow darkened his view. Shading his eyes from the sun, Jim inclined his head upwards. The light darkened the figure so much Jim couldn’t tell who it was. “I’ll be done soon,” he called. “Is there something you needed right now?”

[bloodyblackwcll]

there was not a lot that the scarred man gave a shit about, and how pretty anything looked was the least of his worries. frankly, if the deck was stained with dried blood, it might look a lot more intimidating to the fuckers that tried to mess with them. but it wasn’t his ship, and he didn’t care to argue his points. he wanted blood, he wanted death, he didn’t care much for the amount of work being captain took. 

he was more interested in violence, which brought jim to his attention. it being harder to get steel knives and weapons, oogie wondered if wooden knives would work in a bind. finding the boy hanging off the side of the boat, oogie stood at the side and waited for him to notice. “'m wonderin’ how fast you’ll hit the sea if i cut the line right now.” he grinned, looking down with that vile grin of his. “nah, i won’t kill ya yet... that is, if ya help me. ‘m thinkin’ about wooden weapons, that a thing?”

[indomitablecourage]

“Salutations…” The polite greeting was followed by a draw from his cigars, Hook’s head tipping towards the sky as he exhaled a puff of smoke into the cool evening air. Venturing upon the shore alone was perhaps not always wise, but in moments of contemplation it was often best to do so lest the melancholy give way to frustration and the dreadful quench of rage sought to claim him from his path. And there were crew not too far, for he had no desire to row himself when he had the most loyal to row the boat for him and venture about in search of new pickings or man the shores in search of fish to feed the crew.

The contraption was drawn away from his lips then forgotten as his interest was pulled elsewhere, his ponderous mood reflected in the piercing blue of his eyes. A polite smile, for he was ever the gentleman, stretched across his lips and an incline of the head in greeting finished the ceremony, before his hook was waved before him. “The shores are silent and yet foreboding, there comes trouble I believe it… Something in the air calls to battle, and the spill of blood, do you not feel? The quiet before the storm… an ill omen of many and yet! It stirs the blood anew, the fever of the promise of battle…” Eyes widened for put a moment, a thrum of excitement before it faded and his lips creep into an expression that might be disconcerting if it were not so charming. “What calls you to disturb Hook? Tread carefully for my hook craves blood.”

[bloodyblackwcll]

oscar was a man of few words, rather enjoying action and violence to get across his feelings. being on the jolly roger was entertaining for the sadistic soul, they took what they wanted, spilled blood without a care. he was one of the men to come onto shore with the captain, both a nice trip for the master gunner, and a safe moment for those on the boat, who risk death if left alone with oogie. he was waiting for the captain to want to go back, to grab the oars and head back for the night. 

the scarred man was pacing, walking back and forwards as they twirled the knife in their hands, oogie wasn’t paying attention and he ended up a little too close to the captain, waning on about something as he stood at the shore. “i’m sure that disturbing ain’t the usual feeling i attract, but ‘ts not like any fucker’s gonna even try to tell me otherwise.” oogie grinned, standing shirtless by the captain, often moving around in just his pants and boots to remind people of all his scars and fights, making sure no one would mess with the bloodthirsty creature on the jolly roger. “jus’ walkin’ round, nothing insidious if that’s what you’re thinkin’, although i could definitely go for a little bit’a blood.”

[minavampyra]

The Nightmare Before Christmas (1993) dir. Henry Selick

[filmtribv]

“ My Pop said Wakanda was the most beautiful thing he ever seen. He promised he was going to show it to me one day. You believe that? Kid from Oakland running around believing in fairytales. ”

Killmonger in Black Panther (2018) dir. Ryan Coogler

[marveledits]

“I lived my entire life waiting for this moment. I trained, I lied, I killed… just to get here.”

Black Panther (2018) dir. Ryan Coogler