Live to fight another day, mate.

 Mixed Canon Captain Hook/Killian Jones influenced by J.M. Barrie, OUAT & other sources. Does not follow OUAT canon. Captained by Charlie [ they/them ]

[hookedsurvivor]

hookedsurvivor​:

After having Killian since 2015, I’ve finally put up my bio page over here. I’d really appreciate you giving it a read before we interact!

Some things to note:

My Captain Hook / Killian Jones is canon divergent and does not singularly follow the Once Upon a Time canon post S3A. He’s influenced by Peter Pan by J.M. Barrie and personal headcanons.

In my canon there is no CaptainSw.an relationship. I am happy to plot with Emmas to establish how their relationship developed beyond Season Two. But there will be no romantic involvement. 

Killian is not from the Enchanted Forest. He is from a Greek inspired realm, named Elysia which I have developed alongside @rightfulcaptxin for the Jones family and Ed to be from due to the hints towards Greek mythology in their past (pegasus sail, ability to read ancient greek, etc. )

Neverland Again; on the bio is very different to the show canon of Killian’s return to Neverland where he travelled back and forth between Neverland and The Enchanted Forest regularly.

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[hookedsurvivor]

piraticalwit​:

Forget - me - not blues settle on his brother’s wound, the flash of bloody bandages more than enough to more than to stoke a fire in the elder twin’s veins. Wrath laps at an already shadowed heart and ringed fingers curl into a fist at his side, clenching until nails leave crescent shaped marks in the skin of his palm - and Killian fights a rising tide of emotion, quelling the voice in his head that whispers there is nothing else to do but rip those who would harm Quinn limb by limb. “Nothing to worry about?” The other man might as well have suggested he sink The Jolly Roger, he’d have just as easy of a time stomaching that.

Fingers of his one hand reach out, tugging his brother closer, heedless of any ache or sting such an action might bring about. Aye .. let it. The muscle in his jaw ticks in an ever growing frustration at the frivolity that accompanies both the explanation and acknowledgement of the wound itself and the pirate lets out a growl of a threat, momentarily allowing his façade of disinterest in Quinn’s adventures to crack. There will be other days to pretend his brother’s brushes with fate hold no weight upon him - but this one is not it. “For your sake, mate, I hope sorted our differences means he’s laying dead in an alley somewhere, lest he come back to try and finish the job.”

Curved steel catches the hem of his twin’s shirt, raising it until gaze can study the shoddily patched injury before meeting the blue stare so much like his own. “Lucky for you, brother of mine, it seems your fighting skills outweigh your healing ones.” The unspoken thought lies heavy on a rum flavored tongue, kept firmly locked behind a clenched jaw and an air of nonchalance. What if I had lost you too? To have the other man ripped away from him in a manner not of his own choosing is a thought Killian can’t bear, so it’s with a furrowed brow that he works at the stained covering, wincing when the result of his brother’s fight is finally revealed. Fingers fish out a gold coin from Quinn’s coat pocket, transferring it to his own with a raise of one brow. “ Consider that my payment for helping you, and consider this  - “ Hand frees the flask at his hip, undoing the cap with a fluid motion before splashing its meager remains on the other man’s side. “ - a reminder to not be a complete bloody idiot.”

He ought to have known better than to assume his brother might permit him to dismiss his issues as little more than a fleeting concern and yet apparently the lesson is yet to sink into his skin. The unbidden noise of complaint slips between his lips as he’s tugged closer and though he might offer intial protest, he quells the fight beneath his skin and submits to his brother’s observations lest he provoke his ire. There’s still some boundaries that he’s tentative about pushing, wary of trembling the foundations too violently and crashing

There’s something of a scoff that escapes him as to the state of his enemy, but he offers no insight, merely quirks an eyebrow in a manner that is wholly annoying younger sibling and nothing business like or bartering. He might offer a quip or two of his own, but before he can formulate one worthy of casting upon his elder, there’s his banadages being ripped away and fingers relieving him of his coin. His mouth shifts, protest on the tip of his tongue before rum is spilling across the wound and he barks a hoarse shout of pain that tears from his throat, eyes now daggers as he glares upon the other.

“You damn bastard...” he barks, hand falling to hit on his leg, clenching at muscle as he forces himself to take an even breath. Gone is that caution he had been exhibiting, the tentative steps dancing about the other, replaced instead with complaint and grousing unrestrained. “Never work in a hospital. You have the bedside manner of a crownsguard leading an interrogation...” he spits after between clenched teeth, grinding them to force himself on through the pain. “I should charge you for your shoddy care. Plus compensation.” He’s well aware of the insult in his words, deliberately placed in order to attempt to shirk Killian from his attentions and return them to other matters.

Being cared for is not something he is equipped to cope with.

“Let me up already. I’ve survived worse than this... and it’s a done deal...” he shrugs, his manner too casual to be little more than a mask, speaking as though this were just part of a transaction than anything more serious. He’s prone to taking life too lightly; his own fate even more so, and this is no exception, though he’s avoidant in meeting his brother’s gaze entirely.

[hookedsurvivor]

autumnwept​:

❝ This won’t end well fer ya without me. ❞

     He leans forward, eyes hardening in their cold stare. Tongue washes over his bottom lip before sucking in a breath. He doesn’t have options and the thirst burns his throat. Archer finds himself eying the other’s neck, fangs elongating against his will. It’s been too long. 

❝ I protect ya… and all you need to do… is feed me. ❞

[ @hookedsurvivor​​ ]  𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴𝙳 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝙰 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁

Teeth grind together in frustration as the protests fall dead upon his tongue, gaze instead caught on that unyielding, icy stare that pins him in place. He wants to protest; proclaim he was doing perfectly fine without the other by his side, but the words are littered in lies and so he swallows them down. He was surviving before but he was barely scraping towards anything resembling fine.

“Feed you? What the bloody hell kind of deal is that?” he spits instead, eyes drawn toward the other’s mouth as he speaks catching the glimpse of sharpened points, fangs. There’s a sharp inhale as he wavers between taking a step back and holding his ground, eyes returning to that stare.

“You need to give me a few more details, mate. Feeding doesn’t seem to leave me with much of a life span after.”

[ohisms]

𝑫𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑳𝒀 𝑵𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻𝑺𝑯𝑨𝑫𝑬 .    (   angst - oriented  sentence  starters .   dark  &  potentially triggering  themes  are  present .   )  

❛  no …   no ,   why  would  you  do  that ?  ❜ ❛  fight  back .   fight  back !  ❜ ❛  when  were  you  going  to  tell  me ?  ❜ ❛  don’t  fucking  touch  me .  ❜ ❛  you  promised .   you  fucking  promised .  ❜ ❛  i  never  wanted  to  hurt  you .  ❜ ❛  run .   run  &  don’t  stop .  ❜ ❛  you’re  a  fucking  stereotype .  ❜ ❛  please  don’t  go …   please  don’t  go .  ❜ ❛  i’m  putting  you  out  of  your  misery .  ❜ ❛  what  makes  you  think  i’d  listen  to  a  word  you  say ?  ❜ ❛  this  is  what  you  think  love  is ??  ❜ ❛  i  never  should’ve  trusted  you .  ❜ ❛  i  love  you .   is  that  what  you  wanted  to  hear ?  ❜ ❛  you’re  so  fucking  pathetic .  ❜ ❛  nobody  can  help  me .  not  even  you .  ❜ ❛  don’t  act  like  you  know  me .  ❜ ❛  i’ve  got  my  own  shit  to  deal  with .  ❜ ❛  i’m  saying  my  goodbyes .  ❜ ❛  please  don’t  go .  ❜ ❛  i’d  rather  drop  dead .  ❜ ❛  i  loved  you ,  you  know ?  ❜ ❛  talk  to  me .  ❜ ❛  what ,   was  i  just  a  charity  case ??  ❜ ❛  i  feel  so  fucking  stupid .  ❜ ❛  i  want  to  be  alone .  ❜ ❛  that’s  low ,   even  for  you .  ❜ ❛  say  that  again ,   i  fucking  dare  you .  ❜ ❛  i  can’t …  i  can’t  feel  my  -  ❜ ❛  i’m  so  fucking  tired ,   i  just …   i  can’t .  ❜ ❛  we’ve  missed  so  much .  ❜ ❛  what ,   you’re  gonna  shoot  me ?  ❜ ❛  you’re  nothing .  ❜ ❛  stop  looking  at  me  like  that .   like  i’m  broken .  ❜ ❛  you’ve  lost  a  lot  of  blood .  ❜ ❛  don’t  shut  me  out .  ❜ ❛  it’s  not  real .   it’s  not  real .  ❜ ❛  you’re  just  saying  what  i  want  to  hear .  ❜ ❛  i  swear ,   i’ll  kill you .  ❜ ❛  stop …   just  stop  fucking  lying .   stop .  ❜ ❛  just  tell  me  what  you  did .  ❜ ❛  i  already  know  what  you  did ,   i  just  want  to  hear  it  from  you .  ❜ ❛  i  needed  you  to  be  different .  ❜ ❛  how  long  has  it  been  since  you’ve  eaten ?  ❜ ❛  put  the  [ gun / knife ]  down .  ❜ ❛  what  do  you  want  from  me ?  ❜ ❛  we’ve  lost  so  much  time .  ❜ ❛  i  really  fucking  hate  you ,   sometimes .  ❜ ❛  i  can’t  …   i  can’t ,   i  can’t  do  this  today .  ❜ ❛  you  know ,   i  never  wanted  to  hurt  you .  ❜ ❛  i  shouldn’t  have  to  beg  you  to  love  me .  ❜ ❛  i  don’t  owe  you  shit .  ❜ ❛  don’t  say  it ,   don’t  fucking  say  it .  ❜ ❛  it  sounds  like  you’ve  been  crying …  ❜

[hookedsurvivor]

@ofregence​ asked: ‘  there is never an end  ’ -screams-

A brow arches, head tipping to the side as he casually observes the other, attempting to ascertain just where such words come from, the attributed meaning behind them. He’s unhurried in response, arms folding loosely across his chest, back coming to rest against the grain of the weathered mast, at ease in the quiet of the evening air.

“There is always an end, mate,” he counters, gaze shifting to drift beyond to the waning sun as it dips below the horizon. He lifts his hook gesturing to the moment as though to punctuate his point, the quirk of his lips not quite a smirk - too fleeting to truly be anything really - but hinting towards an expression of amusement.

“You just have to look all the more harder for it, if the true end eludes you...” he adds returning his hook to rest on his arms, head tipping back as he casts his gaze skyward, contemplating the expanse above with a thoughtful expression, countenance smoothed of any frown that might have otherwise permeated his brow in the very moment, at ease for the timebeing.

“What makes you so morose tonight?”

[cultivatedmemes]

Quotes from books on my shelf

❝ Every experience is unrepeatable. ❞

❝ You’re the sort of person who, on principle, no longer expects anything of anything. ❞

❝ You know that the best you can expect is to avoid the worst. ❞

❝ A thing may happen and be a total lie; another thing may not happen and be truer than the truth. ❞

❝ I survived, but it’s not a happy ending. ❞

❝ War is hell, but that’s not the half of it, because war is also mystery and terror and adventure and courage and discovery and holiness and pity and despair and longing and love. War is nasty; war is fun. War is thrilling; war is drudgery. War makes you a man; war makes you dead. ❞

❝ You can’t fix your mistakes. Once people are dead, you can’t make them undead. ❞

❝ You know you’re about to die. And it’s not a movie and you aren’t a hero and all you can do is whimper and wait. ❞

❝ Men killed, and died, because they were embarrassed not to. ❞

❝ How crazy it was that people who were so incredibly alive could get so incredibly dead ❞

❝ Sometimes the bravest thing in the world is to sit through the night and feel the cold in your bones. ❞

❝ The enemy is anybody who’s going to get you killed, no matter which side he is on. ❞

❝ Be glad you’re even alive. Be furious you’re going to die. ❞

❝ You’re inches away from death every time you go on a mission. How much older can you be at your age? ❞

❝ Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away. ❞

❝ We should care for each other more than we care for ideas, or else we will end up killing each other. ❞

❝ Honour and common sense; in the light of the other, both of them are ridiculous. ❞

❝ Symmetry is only a property of dead things. ❞

❝ I want to know what passion is. I want to feel something strongly. ❞

❝ I am I, and I wish I weren’t. ❞

❝ Most human beings have an almost infinite capacity for taking things for granted. ❞

❝ To define is to limit. ❞

❝ There is only one thing in the world worse than being talked about, and that is not being talked about. ❞

❝ Children begin by loving their parents; as they grow older they judge them; sometimes they forgive them. ❞

❝ Some things are more precious because they don’t last long. ❞

❝ One can always be kind to people about whom one cares nothing. ❞

❝ Before all hope died I used to have this stupid dream that shit could be saved. ❞

❝ If you didn’t grow up like I did then you don’t know, and if you don’t know it’s probably better you don’t judge. ❞

❝ If you ask me I don’t think there are any such things as curses. I think there is only life. That’s enough. ❞

❝ Dude, you don’t want to be dead. Take it from me. No-pussy is bad. But dead is like no-pussy times ten. ❞

❝ It’s never the changes we want that change everything. ❞

❝ The stars are a free show; it don’t cost anything to use your eyes. ❞

❝ It is fatal to look hungry. It makes people want to kick you. ❞

❝ When reason fails, the devil helps! ❞

❝ Your worst sin is that you have destroyed and betrayed yourself for nothing. ❞

❝ If there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s never engage in a fight you’re sure to lose. ❞

❝ A bastard is always a bastard and if I can hurt a bastard by digging up shit about him, then he deserves it. ❞

❝ I fell in love with you last winter. I didn’t mean to, but it happened. ❞

❝ The place to improve the world is first in one’s own heart and head and hands, and then work outward from there. ❞

[hookedsurvivor]

@piraticalwit​ asked: “ you’re bleeding— how long have you been hiding this?! ” (Quinn please. Why are you like this.) //  FROM HERE

The question provokes a gaze downwards, the very gesture to do so akin to something like childlike curiosity and completely lacking the urgency one might usually summon for such an urgent matter. “Oh that? Nothing to worry about,” he answers in a breezy tone, fingers slipping through the folds of his oversized cloak to tug his shirt back down, obscuring the stained bandages from view once more. Not his best patch job, but all he had time for given he’d been forced to leave rather abruptly.

He returns his gaze towards that of his brother, offering a coy smile before his free hand waves through the air, dismissing the matter. “Don’t give me that protective brother spiel, I’m in one piece still... just a misunderstanding that went awry. We sorted our differences.” He offers no further information and seems to almost completely dismiss it; if not for the way he’s holding himself.

Now he’s no longer concealing it, there’s a stiffness to the way he moves, a rigidity to the way he holds his body and though he’s not in dire straits, its clear the wound is something that could do with being tended to. If he wasn’t being so avoidant about the whole matter.

[leneemusing]

misc prompts for your feels

“ unique just means alone. ” “ i’m not afraid to die, just wish i could live a little first. ” “ i know i’m a monster, but you look at me like i’m a man. ” “ there’s nothing i wouldn’t do to keep you safe. ” “ we all have sins to pay penance for. ” “ don’t look at me like i’m a hero. you’ll only disappoint yourself. ” “ sometimes when you look at me it’s like…it’s like you’re staring straight past my flesh and into my soul. ” “ you make me want to live. ” “ i know i don’t deserve forgiveness, but i like the idea that some people think i might. ” “ i trust you with my life. ” “ you’re more like family to me than my own blood. ” “ i’ve never had any sort of family before. ” “ your life is far more precious than mine. ” “ i don’t care what happens to me. as long as you’re safe. ” “ i need you to live…cause if you’re gone then, i don’t know what the point of it all is anymore. ” “ i know i’m not the person you want, but i’m here. ” “ i love you, and i know you may never feel the same. but i’m okay with that. ” “ i couldn’t say no to you even if i wanted to. ” “ you’re worth more than this. ” “ why do you walk around as if you’re somehow less valuable than the rest of the world? ” “ please, let me help you. ” “ just let me do this for you. ” “ you do have something to live for. you have me. ” “ you’ll always have me. ” “ i see you. i know you feel so invisible all the time, but you’re not. not to me. ” “ it’s okay to be angry, you’re allowed to be upset about what happened to you. ” “ don’t you realize you deserve more than this? ” “ you’re not a machine or— or some thing. you’re a person, and i’m sorry anyone ever made you feel otherwise. ” “ please, just hold on a little longer. i can’t lose you too. ” “ this scar..what happened? ” “ if you won’t do it for yourself, then do it for me. ” “ you’re bleeding— how long have you been hiding this?! ” “ sometimes i realize one day i could die, i could just disappear and the world would be none the wiser. there’d be no one to miss me and that terrifies me more than death itself. ”  “ i’m not sure i know who i’m supposed to be anymore. ” “ my mind is so loud and i’m afraid it’ll never be quiet again. ” “ when i’m in a crowd i just want to melt away and yet, when i’m alone it’s somehow worse. ” “ loneliness is a poison and i’ve been drinking it for so long, i don’t there there’s an anecdote to save my soul. ” “ i don’t care if the world knows my name, i just want you to remember me. ” “ you deserve more than i could ever give you. ” “ i love you. i know that’s not enough, but i do. ” “ you’re safe with me, you always will be. ” “ you make me feel safe. like i’m allowed to be anything i want. ” “ i’d do anything to be the person you love again. ” “ i’ve got you, you’re safe. ” “ just rest, i’m here. ” “ you can stay with me tonight. ”

[despxratesouls]

                                 “I know how to recognise                                                                            a desperate soul.”

promo credit

[princesheriff]

“What if being Prince Charming isn’t enough? And I start losing and it keeps going and I lose everything that matters to me?”

                            Written by Nadia. Est. 2014. Formerly at prxncecharming

[honesta]

                                     ––––––  i REMEMBER  ©

[princesircastic-archive]

                                           “Come hell or high water                                                                I cannot leave my brother.”

[hookedsurvivor]

logging in to see ouat resurgence happening is interesting; maybe one day i'll brush the dust off my sideblog multimuse for the show / liam blog.

[denydefeatarc]

                                                   survival [sərˈvīvəl]

NOUN: the state or fact of continuing to live or exist, typically in spite of an accident, ordeal, or difficult circumstances. PSD Credit

[movedregence]

𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐍, 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐋𝐋 𝐒𝐎𝐎𝐍 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐍,  𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘭.  mixed-canon   &   heavily headcanon based   simon basset, duke of hastings.    ©

[hookedsurvivor]

@ofregence​ asked: “ you can’t hesitate ” from ofregence 😘

“Have you ever known me to?”

Soft, lilting words are breathed into the space between them as Killian’s lips turn upwards into a smirk, adjusting his position where he’s sprawled in his chair, long, leather-clad legs kicked up upon the desk. It’s a quiet night upon the seas, the weather favouring this stretch of the voyage, and their supplies plentiful after their recent stop to replenish the hold before embarking on the next part of the journey. It puts him in an amiable mood, content to wile away the night hours with an uncorked bottle resting on the desk between them and lanterns flickering shadows about the room.

It is the closest thing he knows of peace.

“When the moment comes I will be ready. Can you say the same for yourself?” he challenges after a moment, leaning forward to reach for the bottle, drawing deeply from it, before returning it to the surface. His challenge isn’t malicious, but more so to get a grasp of just what his is to be working with. He cannot afford to not know the capabilities and limitations of anyone on board his beloved Jolly in these turmultuous times.

[etreprobiarch]

𝐈𝐅 𝐈 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐁𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍,  𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘪 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭.  fandomless, original fallen angel character   matías dante rojas.  written by lj    ©