time hypnotizes

seeing is believing

Seamstriss? What the fuck…not a taylor? Not a Blue Navy? God. GOD. It’s too late for this one and society. He’s fucked.

“You have your own boat. What, the USS Rough Service?”

Jesus H, save him. Everything about the man is questionable and gross.

“Why don’t you just carry your own weight, fucker. I got better things to do. Didn’t I say that? You hard of hearin’ as well as drunk as a skunk?”

Honestly. This fucker.

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“What does that mean?”

It goes right over James’ head -- something entirely unsurprising -- and he glances aside to a grungy alleyway. He’s sure it’s something vulgar anyway.

Then he does something completely and utterly surprising. He stops, turns, and tosses not only the jacket, but the ratty, nasty, who-knows-what’s-in-it once-white wig down it.

Freeing already. Alright, maybe he can find a way to deal with this. Mentally. Emotionally.

#01 badou

//Devils of the past

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Killian’s assumptions appear very accurate this far. He chuckles and proceeds to sit down casually, across the other. "The nerve-racking race with a pirate across the high seas. I bet you miss the thrill of that"

"I think I can relate, in a way or another. I too, sailed in the king’s name. But the decision to serve my country, turned out to be the worst in my life~” Killian leaves any bitterness out of his voice. Instead, he keeps up a rather playful mood.

“Was it a pirate you failed to catch?” If it’s love that keeps him going, he would take more care of himself. Being driven by hatred and a desire for revenge seems more likely.

#thank you!#meme sunday #loyaltoafaultman

James sighs and downs the rest of the glass of whiskey before waving for another one. A heavy sigh is the first part of his response, but he raises his eyes to meet the other’s.

“Right now, I’m missing the chance to redeem...something I lost.”

(Himself.)

He’ll never admit the man is right. Stiff upper lip, etc. etc. The thrill, the adrenaline flowing as he reacts to every slight change in course; the cautiousness of plotting a course and the study of it.

Still, James doesn’t automatically assume pirate. Maybe because he’s too drunk to give any of this second thought, thoughts pouring out of him faster than he can filter them.

“Yes. Certainly the worst decision I’ve made in my life.”

#01 killian #:)

Thoughts on betrayal?

“Unacceptable.”

“.....well. Unless one is trying to restore one’s honor. Temporary behavior, if you will.”

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Let's Get Personal!

Do they keep anything special under their pillow?

Left shoe or right shoe first?

Their reaction to heart break?

Their favourite gemstone?

A way to win their heart?

Ticklish spot(s)?

Hot or lukewarm shower?

Favourite piece of clothing?

Least favourite feature about themself?

First thing they notice when meeting someone new?

That one thing that will cheer them up no matter what?

Their reaction to being placed in a dress(if male)/suit(if female)?

Boxers or briefs?(male) Panties or thong?(female)

Their reaction to finding their hair another colour upon waking?

Do they wash their hair or their body first?

Shirt or pants, which is put on first?

What position do they sleep in?

Hugs or kisses?

Best way to spend an afternoon?

Ideal date?

What do they look for in a partner?

Greatest fear?

Most sensitive part of their body?

Thoughts on betrayal?

What do they wear to bed?

#meme sunday #tfw u reblog smthg on wrong blog

rank up (nobody --> citizen)

James stares at the device he’d pulled out from the envelope someone had slipped under his door. Small, fitting in the palm of his hand, its screen stared blankly back at him until he pressed a button. He nearly dropped it out of shock -- a moving image came up on the screen!

Bloody hell.

He hasn’t even touched the computer in his room yet, afraid of its ominous noises when he tried it his first day here. He doesn’t even know what it’s for.

When he fumbles around on his phone he ends up in a text messaging program. He struggles to type, having no actual idea of what he’s doing.

Text to: Everyone

?? ? ? he l p??

He’s incredibly distinguished, you know.

#ca mini #haha whoops i forgot it's been over a month since he came here #condragulations james #ca open

An eternity without Eternia - Intro

“You’ve got a lot of nerve, you odor with legs!”, Skeletor insulted, giving a small whiff through his nose hole as well. Yeesh, he wasn’t exactly wrong. But Skeletor had yet to even have a chance to shower! He’d been yanked from Snake Mountain so suddenly, how could he of had the time?!

“I just haven’t gotten a shower in yet, but at least I intend to!”

#i'm laughing so hard omg #james is such an idiot i'm sorry not sorry #01 skeletor

James rolls his eyes, something this skeleton-man obviously can’t do, and he’s a little pissed that the skeleton-man would call him odor with legs. There’s so much more to the former commodore! Even if the stench is covering all that up. He’s really a lovely, charming fello -- well....

Much more charming that this guy.

“What even is a shower? Is it a new term for bath? What’s wrong with the word ‘bath’?”

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//Devils of the past

nomorecommodore liked for a starter.

Killian silently watches a stranger, who’s sitting on the other side of the bar. Just another alcoholic. A hobo, at that. That’s what one would think, at a first glance.

But the dirty tattered uniform he wears, has a distinct familiar look. That man sailed under the navy and probably shares a similar past to his own, which is why he caught the pirate’s interest in first place. Of course, that’s just a lot of assuming, and Killian has chosen his dark path on his own.

That guy there fell from grace. Probably dismissed of duty, being robbed off his life against his will. Losing a status causes many to give up and become bitter. That guy there looks bitter, but Killian is doubtful that he desires any pity. He may have given in to alcohol and stopped bothering about his looks, but he hasn’t given up entirely yet. Which is a bit intriguing. Usually, Killian would just call out and bully a guy like that for his own amusement, but that one is a little more of a personal matter.

The pirate gets up and heads over, to lean nonchalantly against a free chair next to the other’s table. Now that he has a closer look, he tries to make out that guy’s ranking in the navy. Unlikely that he’s been a mere foot soldier. But, if he had any medals, they’re gone now.

“That looks like a deep fall from the ladder, I dare to say. You sailed under the king’s flag, didn’t you? You don’t strike me as the guy that goes around just to steal tattered uniforms.”

#are you kidding it's PERFECT!!#i'm so excited for this piratey interaction #i hope my reply is alright :D #01 killian

Norrington side-eyes the stranger, takes in the roguish looks of him, before swigging more of his drink. (Alcohol tastes so much better here - thanks, crazy and mysterious city, James casually thinks.)

Something’s different about this man, something that hints at a different, older way of life. It couldn’t be -- someone from an era not so removed from his own?

Either that, or James is really drunk. Either wouldn’t be surprising, but he hopes it’s the former.

But then the stranger’s words catch in the cogs of his brain and he turns to stare -- blearily, but eyes sharp at the same time. He’s not sure why he thought this man looked similar to him; his clothes are much different, much less dignified than a fresh naval uniform despite his apparent knowledge of James’ own appearance.

Norrington casts a look down at his pointed-out tattered clothes, and snorts into his bottle before taking another gulp. He makes this one a big gulp, to drown out the bitterness he feels when it comes to his former rank. All because of one bloody pirate, destined to destroy his fate forever.

“How should you know?”

His tone is pointed, defensive. It’s still a touchy subject; his brooding isn’t over. Until he can find a way back and a way to resolve this ridiculous problem, at least. Maybe he can find some distractions here.

“Yes, I sailed under the king’s flag. I was helping to clear out the pirates. How do you know about that, anyway?”

(Duh, James - of course he would notice navy regalia.)

seeing is believing

He should know he’s doomed. Just from this conversation only.

By the look of him, Badou still isn’t biting. (perhaps its a good thing) But there’s something calculating in that single green eye. Almost a pause.

Its not like he has anything scheduled. But then again, this guy had pissed him off. And he smells. He’s annoying and broke, the worst combo.

“It depends on the weather man.” Is all he says for a moment. “Is it actually worth anything?”

#uh i think that's what badou was referring to i'm so dumb that i'm doubting myself #but ya this is late as fuck too #01 badou

James looks down at his oh-so-classy wardrobe (“””””””wardrobe””””””) and snorts. Don’t think he doesn’t see that sparkle in Badou’s single eye.

“What do you think? Unless it’s a sacrifice to be made to get my ship back, these are worthless now.”

“Unfortunately, I haven’t seen any seamstresses around. So unless you can find one for me, both of us are going to have to live with these.”

He tugs his gross jacket off, giving way to the equally gross shirt underneath, since it seems his days of feathered, oversized hats and shiny gold buttons are over. The shirt’s covered with all sorts of questionable stains and isn’t even tied halfway down.

So, so classy.

“It’s hot as hell anyway. Here, why don’t you carry it?”

Cue a stupid smirk at the corner of his mouth.

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The Return

#oh no worries!! i use the tumblr app sometimes and it is a w f u l #also james knows nothing about any of those subjects so he is sure to be a masterful pupil #also i'm still cryin tears of laughter

joyofthejoui:

Katsura shakes his head as the man begins to explain himself. He’s folded his arms and has taken his most disapproving, stiff-backed stance.

“Playing hide and seek drunk and not passing out in the street would be the definition of a real man. Or playing hide and seek drunk and not passing out and fighting a major battle of a bloody war. Which I have DONE.”

A small, cold smile appears on his face.

“I am the Young Noble of Fury, Katsura Kotarou, and I’ll show you how to drink and play properly!”

“But...”

James’ mind struggles to parse out the stranger’s words, which is a difficult task given the level of drunkenness he’s at, but he’s never been one to back down from a challenge.

“Congratulations on your victory. But how’d you stay hidden if you’re in the middle of a war?”

He waves a hand dismissively, having the brainpower to do little else at the moment than interrupt.

“Zura Kat-o-ru, then? Sounds good. I’m Norrington. Long as drinking’s involved, whatever you’re blabbering on about works.”

An eternity without Eternia - Intro

Skeletor felt immediate offense as some civilian spoke badly of him from behind. He turned, shouting right back at the man.

“Maybe I do! You don’t seem to make a habit of bathing yourself either, stink face!”, Skeletor insulted. What did he know about being a bad guy? You always had to speak your plans out loud. More talking, less thinking.

#thank u for your reply too!#sorry this took so long; i was getting over being sick #x_x

True, bathing isn’t a regular habit for a man of the seas (and the bottle, and despair, but you know, the fewer details the better). He’s heard it a million times at this point, and yeah this thing called a “shower” is in order, but he’d gotten sidetracked by this...spectacle.

“How do you get anything done if all you do is listen to yourself?”

Then a huff, then--

“You’re not the freshest of scents yourself.”

seeing is believing

He’s right about one thing…

“Hobos do gossip, you got that right. The ones that ain’t skeavy do know shit. On occasion.”

God he does smell awful, too. That button nose wrinkles and he takes a step back.

“Your place. It’s that way– they’ll have hot water and all that good shit. Might wanna get those clothes dry cleaned. Matter of fact, just burn em all. Please.”

Do the world a damn favor. The rest of the fucktards words are just gonna go in one ear and out the other. “What’ve you heard? You just got here.”

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Well, Badou’s not wrong. He’s not technically not a hobo, which is why it’s imperative to find something to do. Mary mother of God please let him find something to do besides this horrid fate.

(He really should’ve picked up some pen and paper and made some kind of shitty map, but aren’t these accommodations oh so cozy anyway? How could he ask for more?)

And as much as he hates admitting when he’s proven wrong,

“Yes, a funeral pyre will be best.” RIP in shredded ashen pieces, shit-covered and once-dignified clothes.

Then he casts a wry look at his scene partner.

“Just got here maybe, but it’s been enough time for me to run into the likes of you, hasn’t it? Likewise an unruly bunch this morning. Seemed quite the scandal, but I’ll save it for a rainy day, shall I?”

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#i'm still alive i swear it

seeing is believing

James isn’t sure what annoys him more: the entirety of the devil possessing this teen (it has to be something, right?), or the fact that he’s right. This century is weirder than anything he’s seen before, that’s for certain. Which is impressive, when he thinks about it.

So, he thinks quickly–at least he tries to through the headache starting at the back of his head–and heads forward again, but not quickly. He’s not in that much of a hurry to get annoyed, after all. He just needs the most important bit: where he can find this U-3. Whatever kind of nonsense it meant.

“Guess you won’t get to decide if this gossip is worth anything or not, then.” It’s the only thing he’s got to go on at this point, his only bargaining chip. Sure, he can navigate his way through most things and could probably, possibly, find the place on his own. Ask someone more…pleasant for directions. But damn it…

Know-it-alls. Can’t live with em, can’t live without em.

Badou’s pretty sure, again, this guy hardly knows how to separate his head from his ass, let alone decide what gossip is relevant or not. He just got here, right? And they don’t even have plumbing in his world, from what he can tell.

(by the smell)

And he’s so tired of this guy, he’s getting a headache himself, mouth pulled into a snarl.

“Doubt you’d know gossip from your own dick.”

#hope this is comprehensible w/ the state of my brain lol #01 badou #yours is the only one i trust to reply 2 bc u know how derpy i am firsthand

“Yes, because nobody in my line of business gossips at all.”

Cue a well-practiced, will-be-infinitely-more-well-practiced-later, roll of the eyes. Puh-lease. As if anybody in the Navy is known for keeping secrets. He’s heard useful things here, likewise; trying to navigate one’s way isn’t all useless. Of course, he’s clueless with most of the murmurings he heard but some he can recognize as good bits.

“If you act this way over a simple pellet, I’d hate to see when somebody actually does something more damaging. Throw a temper tantrum then, won’t you?”

Heaving a big sigh, he creeps closer, letting the teen get a good ol’ close whiff of the eau du James Norrington.

“Just get me to where I can get cleaned up so I don’t have to look at you anymore.”

seeing is believing

“I’m very good at my job, thank you.”

Well, he had been. Would be if he could’ve just had a second chance. Would be once he finds a job in this place. If this moron can get a job, why shouldn’t James, an oh-so-distinguished member of society, be able to?

“Poor excuse for know-it-all brat, that’s what you are. I doubt you even know where the hell anything is.”

He calls after the kid, doesn’t even know his name (doesn’t really care to at this point). Though he seems as though he’s had his own share of rough days, the ginger isn’t failing in his quest to piss James off.

He stops halfway in his tracks, doesn’t fully turn around but to twist a look over one shoulder.

“I may be a know it all brat, but at least I know my way around. And I know how to survive in this century. You won’t last the week.”

With another look of contempt over his shoulder, maybe even a little pity, the teenager saunters off. Maybe if James comes groveling he’ll take up the request of a tour.

#by yours truly #out of dignity

James isn't sure what annoys him more: the entirety of the devil possessing this teen (it has to be something, right?), or the fact that he's right. This century is weirder than anything he's seen before, that's for certain. Which is impressive, when he thinks about it.

So, he thinks quickly--at least he tries to through the headache starting at the back of his head--and heads forward again, but not quickly. He's not in that much of a hurry to get annoyed, after all. He just needs the most important bit: where he can find this U-3. Whatever kind of nonsense it meant.

"Guess you won't get to decide if this gossip is worth anything or not, then." It's the only thing he's got to go on at this point, his only bargaining chip. Sure, he can navigate his way through most things and could probably, possibly, find the place on his own. Ask someone more...pleasant for directions. But damn it...

Know-it-alls. Can't live with em, can't live without em.

#01 badou

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when the horizon is hiding - a james norrington fanmix

keane - the frog prince // guster - the captain // animal collective - what would i want? sky (edit) // bastille - pompeii // the white stripes - same boy you’ve always known // magic man - waves // young yeller - war // the shins - new slang // the temper trap - soldier on // aphex twin - avril 14th // passion pit - cry like a ghost // bear mccreary - the shape of things to come // antonio vivaldi - concerto in g

listen || tracklist with lyrics

seeing is believing

He isn’t scared– no, the fucker had missed. Clumsy and sloppy, this one. He’s clearly been trained to fight hand to hand, isn’t so much rusty as doesn’t care anymore. So it isn’t fear that courses through him– anger, yes, frustration? Absolutely.

And weariness.

“What a gutless fuckin’ excuse for an adult,” he finally snarls, teeth on edge. “And I’ve got a hell of a better job than you do, you slob. Why don’t you actually get a life and stop bein’ such an eyesore? Or maybe that’s impossible for ya…you’re in too deep.”

He takes a step back and away, dismissing him now. Effectively.