#pirate characters

[dangergggg]

The captain and his guardian Angel.

Drew my friend's OCs^^

[galaxycryptidart]

Four members of the pirate crew.

Theyre all a bit fruity and a little bit unhinged in their own way lol

[possumthebard]

The Jagged Heart

[working title] a preview of the novel.

Warning: Implications of sex, NSFW. Minors DNI.

“Do you like dancing, or just watching dancing?” a voice inquired, and Rowan stiffened. She wanted to flee, but didn’t, refusing in both mind and body, holding herself there in resolution despite a hurricane of emotions. “I wouldn’t know. Last time we met I swore you were fond of dancing and now you linger on the fringes of the floor… but we both know that wasn’t the only thing that was a mistruth of our last meeting.”

“Captain Kain,” Rowan muttered, listening as his boots clicked on the hardwood and stood next to her, his coat brushing the rim of her vision, confirming his proximity. She could feel his presence tickle her skin, like an alarm. “Forgive me, I wasn’t aware you’d be… attending.”

“My apologies, I’ll make sure to provide ample warning in the future, so you might be better prepared to rob me blind again.”

“Believe me, Captain, I never want a repetition of our former meeting.” 

Rowan refused to look at him. Her eyes stayed on the dancefloor, and he stood stiffly next to her, never turning to properly address her. They merely stood, adjacent to each other, speaking aloud knowing only the other would respond. 

“Good, then we are in accord.”

His voice was laced with venom, and Rowan knew he had every right to hate her. Silence fell, and neither of them moved. He was cemented to the ground, unwilling to turn his back on her and expose himself to her backstab, and she couldn't bring herself to turn away, skirt along the edges of the ball and hide from him pointlessly.

"You never answered my question," Gerard repeated, and she inhaled shakily.

"Which one is that?" She asked, forcefully composing herself. 

"Do you like dancing?" 

Rowan had to see his face. She couldn't bear to hear his voice and bear the simplicity of the question burdened by the pain of the past and the uncertainty of his tone. She turned to look up at him, and seeing his face again awoke a sorrow and compassion she thought she'd locked away so deep it would never surface to touch her consciousness again. Rowan concluded his beauty must be a form of necromancer that could resurrect things rightfully dead and buried with such ease. She flushed, embarrassed, ashamed, while unrightfully drawn in by his mere existence. Forcefully she looked away, her questions answered and the eye contact unbearable. His expression betrayed his genuineness, as well as his anger. In his eyes was a true desire to know if she liked dancing, and an equally strong desire to see her ruined. 

His scowl was burned into her mind, his once warm, ocean blue eyes glaring in such a way to make cold like ice-glass, their cruelty and pain scorched onto the back of her eyelids like a brand. 

"I do enjoy dancing," she finally confessed. "Though I find few partners worthwhile enough to engage in the art."

"And here I was believing you were so good at it because you were willing to do it with whomever, whenever." 

She swallowed thickly, and exhaled steadily to keep her composure. His harshness was well interpreted and she knew he wasn't just talking about dancing.

"No. Only ever with those who matter to me." 

"This must be a recent change, then." 

"It is not."

Kain laughed joylessly. 

"Don't lie to me."

"I only lie when I need to, sir." 

He took her arm and twisted her (not roughly or violently, he simply turned her) to face him properly. He leaned in just enough so he could lower his tone and still be heard by her. 

"Then what made it so necessary that you needed to lie to me."

Rowan leaned forward to meet his tone. 

"It became necessary when I was told I was helping my Captain earn revenge against a man who hurt her."

"Is that what you were told?" Kain snapped. 

"It is. And she no longer needed to argue or endure my questionings to earn my trust. So I followed orders." 

"Oh, but you enjoyed it, didn't you?" Kain's teeth were bared just slightly, like a snarling dog. Rowan's face flushed heartedly, too embarrassed and frustrated to retort promptly. Finally she turned away, looking pointedly elsewhere from Kain

"I hated every minute of my betrayal." 

“And yet you still did it."

"And yet still I did." 

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[vespiiqueen]

wave one of fantasy characters bc i know i’ll probably never finish them lmfao

im not cropping it right now, open it in a new tab or download to get better quality.

(In order from left to right bc my handwriting is shit) Captain Timothy and his wonderful locks, Firebrand and his Zuko burn, Darling Clementine in all his fluffy glory, Crazy Legs the spider momma, Pix the,,, asshole, and Xarl McKovv the stabby boi. 

(Clementine is a small baby, protect his tiny cat self.)