Double threat

Lucius Spriggs. Pirate. Scribe. A strong reader/writer, so both, double threat. - Independent, semi-selective RP blog for Our Flag Means Death's Lucius. Sideblog to trntcrmm.

[honest2godd]

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[bootylucius]

trntcrmm​:

Outofnotepads: Apologies for my low activity recently, life has become a little hectic recently. It’s all fine, just there are a lot of events and things. I’m still here though, just replies will be slower.

Reblogging from my main because it’s relevant

Also, apologies to the anon(s) who sent me those headcanon asks, I haven’t forgotten about them, I just need to sit down I write down what’s there in my head about those topics because I do have some thoughts.

[lighthousepyrate]

@bootylucius​ asked: ❛ come on , give me a hug.❜ {Found Family Sentence Starters}

In the middle of dictating to Lucius about his early reasons for thinking of turning piracy, spinning tales of his boyhood and a fascination with the ocean, Stede faltered with an admission he hadn’t meant to make. Letting slip the words that got ahead of him.

“Oh, the stories I’ve read. The pirates were so fearsome and free. I longed to be like them, if only for a while. Freedom was such a wild fantasy.”

To shed the shackles of a life of expectations. Able to walk as the man he wished to be for so many fated years. But freedom came at a cost. A guilty heart, even one of his own devising, was a heavy burden to bare.

He grew quiet after that, a far away look in his eyes. Somber and soft. Words brought him back, an offer extended he certainly wasn’t expecting. “Really? Oh thank you, Lucius.” Already perking up, Stede moves to hug him.

[bootylucius]

The quill stopped in Lucius' hand as he noticed the change in Stede's mood. He knew his captain had left everything behind: his wife, his children, his fortune, and although he seemed to be quite happy with his freedom, it didn't come without a cost.

Lucius knew that well, even though his situation was slightly different. He didn't leave his family because he wanted to, but because otherwise he would have been killed. Well, actually, challenged to a duel which was basically the same thing.

"You're welcome, Captain," the scribe said, wrapping his arms around the other man's body. "Let me know how tight you want the hug to be," he said.

[bootylucius]

fxckin-blackbeard​:

ᒥ☠ᒧ—         With a slight roll of his eyes he repositions himself on the couch to turn and look at the sign Lucius made. He opens his mouth to speak again, probably something vile, informal, or rude–But he takes in the detail of the drawing for one extra moment.

“You didn’t draw that,” Edward was impressed by the detail. There was no doubt the scribe was responsible, his hand was so steady. A good artist was hard to find on ships, seeing as there was little time for sitting around and doodling. Learning that Lucius was a talented artist (even at the expense of a smoke break) led to him turning back with a smile. In fact, there’s excitement in his tone now. “…Ever done tattoos?”

“This skull,” Edward points to the skull on his right arm that looked a little rough. “I did that. And TittyMitty up here, thats what I call ‘er, I did that, too.” He’s now pointing to the mermaid.

Lucius watches Blackbeard finally turning around to look at the sign, and while he knows it turned out pretty well, he is still surprised by the other man’s reaction. He deifinitely hasn’t expected him to be so fascinated with it. It seems he indeed has a eye for fine things, the scribe thinks to himself. Pete will go crazy when he tells this to him.

“I did,” he says. “It’s not something you can buy at the Republic of Pirates,” he continues. “I think they don’t sell ‘no smoking’ signs there at all.” Then, as the other pirate turns back around, Lucius instictively takes a step backwards, seeing him smiling. It seems he has struck a chord with that drawing, which made him feel glad and scared at the same time. Hiy eyes widen when he hears Blackbeard’s question. Tattoos?

“No, never,” he admits with a little headshake, feeling sick as he thinks of needles poking the ink into people’s skin. Even though some of them look really nice, the process still makes him cringe. His eyes follow Balckbeard’s finger as he points at the skull on his arm and then at the mermaid. They are a little rough, Lucius knows he could have drawn it way better, but in their roughness they suit him more than a few perfectly elaborate designs.”Have you done any others as well?” he wonders with his gaze travelling down his arm, observing his tattoos. “You have quite a lot of them,” the Scribe states.

[bootylucius]

swallowsandamazons​:

“I doubt anyone would be annoyed enough to hurt me just because I was sniffling a bit.” They dismissed, tugging at the slightly too long sleeves of Lucius jacket. While that was true, they knew it was likely that they’d be made fun of for looking ridiculous dressed like this.

“That’s hardly motivation for me to keep the jacket on.” Ely pointed out with a frown. “And how am I not supposed to take offence to that? That is a plainly offensive thing to say.” They folded their arms to stop themselves fidgeting with the sleeves and hoped it would give some firm physical punctation to their sentence.

“It’s not actually the sniffing,” Lucius said, “but rather the fact that if one person gets a cold, the rest of the crew will catch it as well. And if anything, that will be annoying.” He remembered the last time someone caught a cold on board - it was absolutely horrible: everybody sneezing and coughing, dirty handkerchiefs were all around the place and nobody could sleep either because of their stuffed noses or because the others were coughing so loudly. “So keep the jacket on,” he suggested. “And don’t trade it for anything, okay?”

“I’m sorry, I really didn’t mean to offend you,” the scribe apologised. “But you know, I really like this jacket and it’s very stylish and I just wanted to make sure you won’t steal it,” he told the kid.

[bootylucius]

swallowsandamazons​:

“I can read.” They said quickly, as though that would make any difference to their situation. If anything, it would probably just end up making Lucius less likely to show them.

“I went to school and everything… and I promise I won’t ask you to change anything. I just want to see!” They protested. Ely simply didn’t like not knowing. They especially didn’t like not knowing when somebody was talking about them. A big part of Ely wanted to reach out and just try and grab the book. If their was anyone they could beat with just brute force on this ship, it was Lucius. Still, they decided better of it.

“That’s a surprise,” Lucius said, being indeed surprised by Ely’s statement. He still wondered whether it was actually true - although if they couldn’t read, it wouldn’t make any sense to take a look at Stede’s journal as they wouldn’t understand a word of it. They could only take a look at the illustrations, but that would be all.

The scribe was still a little skeptical, hearing the kid’s promise, plus, he wasn’t sure if Stede allowed anyone else to read his journal. It wasn’t relevant since most of the crew members could not read, but Lucius did wonder whether his captain let them read about his adventures. He most probably would as he was very proud of the journal. Still, he didn’t want to give it to the kid just like that. “So you can read,” he concluded, “but can you do voices?” he wondered.

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intimate starters

''come here.''

''stay with me.''

''i want to show you something.''

''i love you.''

''can you hold me?''

''i don't want to be alone.''

''i'm here for you.''

''stay tonight.''

''come closer.''

''why don't you come here for a second?''

''i wanted to apologize.''

''thank you for taking care of me.''

''i really like you.''

''is this your first time?''

''trust me.''

''let's stay here for a while.''

''come to bed.''

''it's just the two of us.''

''touch me.''

''i feel safe here.''

''what is love to you?''

''could you bring me [something]?''

''i need your help.''

''come with me.''

''you don't have to pretend with me.''

''i wanted to thank you.''

''i need a hug.''

''call me when you get home.''

''kiss me.''

''you're cute.''

''it hurts when you're not around.''

''i miss you.''

''be one with me.''

[screnwriter-deactivated20220724]

hurt comfort prompts

“ you can stay here, if you'd like. “

“ please don't go. “

“ why don't we stay at your place tonight? “

“ can i get you anything? “

“ let's be pathetic together. “

“ are you crying? “

“ i'm glad that you're here. “

“ you're not doing this alone. “

“ i don't have anyone anymore. “ “ you have me. “

“ are you sure [about staying]? “

“ you didn't force me. i volunteered [to be here], remember? “

“ you are what’s important right now. “

“ it’s okay, you know. if you need to vent. “

“ are you sure? it's quite heavy [of a topic]. “ “ i've got all night. “

“ tonight is about you. you can make it up to me some other time. “

“ i've got nowhere else to be. “

“ you said you needed a distraction. “ “ so... where is it? “ “ you're looking right at it. “

“ why don't you come here for a second? “

“ wanna talk about it? “

“ i can't talk about it. not tonight. “

“ you need to distract me. do something, anything. “

“ i just don't want to be alone tonight. “

“ i'm tired of thinking. let's just... make out, or something “

“ i feel like shit. “ “ you look like it, too. “ “ hey! “

“ it’s okay to cry, you know. “

“ you’re a little hurt, that’s all. “

“ anything you want me to get you? “

“ nothing a good [drink] can't fix. “

“ let’s get you cleaned up. “

“ this is you thinking rationally? “

“ you're really all i've got. “

“ c'mere. let me give you a hug. “

“ and you're absolutely sure this is what you need? “

“ you don't need this right now. “

“ how long are you gonna sit there? “ “ all night, if that's what it takes. “

“ what's it gonna take to make you smile? “

“ if you're not ready to talk about it, let's not talk about it. “

“ wanna play some mario kart? it'll give us both a reason to cry when you beat me. “

“ how about we stay like this, holding each other? “

“ i don’t know what’s wrong with me. “

“ i can’t stop crying. “ “ i'll be strong for the both of us. “

“ i didn’t know where else to go. “

“ the door's always open, you know that. “

“ i thought you were leaving town. “ “ i can't leave now. “

“ there's that smile i know and love... “

“ stay with me. “

“ hey, what’s your favorite snack? “

“ i’m not leaving. “

“ just let it out. “

“ you're stronger than you think. “

“ how about i make a quick run to the store, get you some aspirin? “

“ grab a burger or something on your way home. “

“ you were always there when i needed you. let me repay the favor. “

“ i don't mean to bother you. “ “ you're not. “

“ hey, listen to me... “

“ you’re not a burden. “

“ aren’t you tired? “ “ this isn't about me. “

“ you’re going to be okay. “

“ hey, look at me… “

“ i don’t know what to do. “ “ we’ll figure it out. “

“ you’re not alone. “

“ hey, hey, hey, it's okay... it's okay. you're okay. “

[bootylucius]

fxckin-blackbeard​:

ᒥ☠ᒧ—         There’s that distinct crinkle of his brow, Edward having to think on that for a moment. There’s more clicking from his teeth on the pipe, and then he stops to speak. “You don’t know what you’re talkin’ about,” He grumbles some. And then, the facade fades now that Stede’s opinion was involved.

Edward lowers his pipe and sits up to better look at Lucius with worried eyes. “You’re just fuckin with me, I know it. He hasn’t said anything about it before…Right?” He’s like putty when it came to the Gentleman Pirate, and good on Lucius for immediately exploiting this weakness.

“Listen, try n'take the piss outta me and I’ll fuckin scope out yer eye with the bowl, boy.” Why such a sudden, nasty threat? Well, because he actually waited for the pipe to go out and began to return the herbs in the bowl back to their original container.

Lucius opens his mouth to reply, to tell him what Stede said about smoking on the other day, but it isn’t necessary. He can say the switch in the other man’s mood, the actual worry in his eyes now that Stede Bonnet is involved. A small victory against one of the most fearsome pirates that have ever set sail. Although this hasn’t been his goal, he still feels some pride for achieving it.

“He hasn’t said anything in particular, but you know, that sign is there for a reason,” the scribe tells him, pointing at the ‘No smoking’ sign. “And trust me, it’s not for fire safety.”

Instinctively, he took a step backwards when he hears Blackbeard’s threat. He has spent enough time around him already to know that he could scope his eye out with that bowl and doesn’t want to risk it. Losing a finger was already more than enough. “No, I wouldn’t risk losing my eye,” he tells him. “The captain asked me to make this sign, and not for decoration purposes. In that case I would have drawn something else, but he was pretty straightforward about it.”

[bootylucius]

swallowsandamazons​:

Ely couldn’t help a humoured smile forming on their face.

“A doubt a cold would kill me. I’d just be a bit sniffly and annoying to be around for a while.” They pointed out.

Ely was used to clothes not fitting them particularly well by now but this was quite a garish colour on top of that so they tried to blank out the image of what they probably looked like.

“Well, it fits you and matches the rest of what you’re wearing. Of course it’s not going to look great.”

“Perhaps it won’t be the cold itself, but someone who gets fed up with your sniffing,” Lucius told them, half-joking. Most probably no-one on the ship would harm the kid, but he wanted them to take their own health seriously.

“It could have looked great,” he said. “Just becuase something looks good on me or matches the rest of my outfit, it doesn’t mean it can’t look good on you, too. But don’t worry, it doesn’t look good,” he added. “No offence.”

[bootylucius]

swallowsandamazons​:

The stumbled a little as Lucius turned away from them and they struggle to still try and see what was on the page. They were unsuccessful. Still, the notion that it was everyone who was in the book did calm them… just a little.

“If everyone’s in it then what’s the harm in me seeing?” They asked, a lilt of impatience to their tone. Ely didn’t like someone else having information which they could lord over their head or use against them. They much preferred to be in the know if they could help it.

Lucius let out a sigh, glancing up at the sky. The kid was cute, but they were a pain in the ass, really. To put an end to their attempts on peeking into the journal, he theatrically closed it.

“I can’t let that happen!” he said. “If everyone could see what’s written in here, they would all want me to change it, saying things like ‘can you make me a little bit more muscular’ or ‘I didn’t say I was rooting for the Evil Queen!’ Oh, yes, you were and everyone knows that!” he burst out, shaking his head a little. “I’m sorry, I got carried away,” he said, offering a smile to Ely. “But yeah, that’s why I can’t let you look into it. I don’t even know if you can read.”

[trntcrmm]

Outofnotepads: I just want to let you know that I don’t think I’ll be very active this week as we have some sort of spring events in the college my drama group is in, plus I still need to type up and upload my entry to a Ted Lasso fanfic event. I think I’ll be fully back on Sunday.

[rovermcfly]

I'm fuckin wheezing

[bootylucius]

fxckin-blackbeard​:

ᒥ☠ᒧ—         His teeth click against the bit and Edward’s eyes narrow some. That was a good response, he thought. Enough so that he feels a manic need to mess with him instead of threaten and scare the kid off. A little fun with his afternoon smoke, Edward thinks over and over. It’ll probably be the same reasoning he tells Bonnet if called out.

Finally, as he blows out a cloud of horrendous smelling smoke he speaks. “Come take it,” He dares the kid. “Seriously. Want me to stop? Make me, man.” Though his former statement seemed threatening, the latter seemed to show Edward’s more childish behavior. He was just a grade school bully, was all.

“If you can take this pipe out of my hand, I’ll stop.” Now its back to a more threatening nature. As, clearly that was a trap. In fact, he doesn’t turn from Lucius when he pointed out the sign, his current focus being to cause trouble by egging the other on.

Already feeling victorious in what was, at most, a spat Edward takes another long drag of pipe.

He doesn't even bother to turn away from him to take a look at the sign which slightly offends the scribe as it was him who drew it. He doesn't expect Blackbeard to put out his pipe just because ha says so. He knows this won't happen.

He also knows that he wouldn't stand a chance against him in anything physical. Apart from dancing, maybe. But he wouldn't be able to take the pipe away from him. Not in a million years, and Lucius is sure that Blackbeard knows that, too. Perhaps he was just teasing him, wanting to antagonize him to then watch his futile attempt to attack. But this woun’t happen, or at least not the way Blackbeard might expect it. The only way the scribe has a chance against the other pirate is passive agression.

"You know, our captain hates the smell of it," he tells him, throwing a glace at his pipe. “But he has nothing against yours - for now. I don’t know what he would say once he smells those herbs on you. Or God forbid, on the curtains,” he continues, sounding as scary as he can.

[bootylucius]

swallowsandamazons​:

Ely eventually caved. It was simply too cold to put up much of a fight. Usually, they would do everything in their power to avoid being babied by their crew mates but weather such as this warranted an exception.

"Fine" They sighed. They hesitantly took the jacket from Lucius' hands and wrapped it around themselves.

"Thank you... I'll bring a jacket next time." They assured

"Good," Lucius said with a nod as Ely took the jacket from him. "A cold is not a joke," he added.

Looking at the kid wearing his red jacket, a smile touched his lips. "Not bad, but it still suits me better," he stated. The colour didn’t really match with their ginger hair. If it had been green, it would have suited them better.

[swallowsandamazons]

__________ Closed RP with @bootylucius from X __________

They looked even more visibly confused now, once again pushing themselves up onto their toes to look at the pages.

"I'm in it?" They echoed, voice laced with hesitancy "Why am I in it?" Ely couldn't decide whether being in this journal was a good or bad thing. It meant they'd done something noticeable enough to be noted down but was that thing an accomplishment or a failure? What impact had it had on Stede to be put in his diary? Perhaps he'd discovered how much food Ely pocketed after meals and was just biding his time to tell them off.

"Is it-... Is it a good thing that I'm in it?"

[bootylucius]

He didn't know whether Ely could read or not, but to tease them, he turned away from them, just a little bit, so they couldn't see what was in the journal. He had to make an effort not to smile when he saw how concerned they were about being in the journal.

"Everybody is in it," he told them. "You, me, Frenchie, Even Karl is in it. This is not good or bad, it's just a fact. The captain wants to keep track of everyone who’s aboard. He even makes me write the status of our looted plant every other day."

[killin-krillin]

send me  ‘ hc ‘  + a word and i’ll write a headcanon about it regarding my character.