MADNESS / BRILLIANCE.

[trickstercaptain]

Can’t is a matter of fact. You can if you want but you won’t. That makes it a matter of choice. That’s what life is, boyo. Choices. Out of all the things you can do, what will you do?

indie captain jack sparrow, selective and very low activity. est. 08/14, rebooted 02/20 written by lottie ( she / her ),  gmt,  nearly 30+

CAPTAIN JACK  +  MODERN JACK  +  VERSES  +  MAINS / EXCLUSIVES

worldbuilding affiliates : hangtherules / empireburned & captainteague / lorelodge & reddhaed & musecraft

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• This blog is very chilled, selective and low activity, meaning that I only write with mutuals for my own state of mind. I work and have a busy life outside of tumblr which takes priority, so I cannot write with everyone, plus I do practice mains and exclusives — although I am picky about this.

• A couple of notes about my portrayal of Jack: I draw on both movie & book canon, primarily the trilogy and Ann Crispin’s The Price of Freedom, the latter of which concerns Jack’s past, although I do borrow sparingly from other sources across extended canon. He is much more than the witty rogue with a fondness for rum that he is often dismissed as and I have been writing him long enough to develop him far beyond the scope of his canon; I therefore ask that you please respect this and my reasons for being picky when it comes to incorporating certain ‘canon’ established in Dead Men Tell No Tales in particular.

• I have also been around the block when it comes to Jack; I have been writing him for more than eleven years now, and in that time I have replied to many, many generic, non-plotted starters where muses approach Jack in a tavern to ask to join his crew/ask him for help etc. These kind of spontaneous threads just do not spark joy or excite Jack's muse any longer and therefore I cannot guarantee that you will receive a prompt response ( or a response at all ) if you throw one my way. So what I am saying effectively is that I am primarily plotting based here — the more you plot with me, even if it's just initially to establish a jumping off point, the more likely Jack's flighty af muse will stick and we can write all of the wonderful things together!

• I do not care to see call out posts or any other kind of drama. I will unfollow and potentially block if I see it on my dash: I am here to write, not to engage in tumblr politics.

• I am multiship and Jack is bisexual, however I tend to be picky about shipping — ic and ooc chemistry is key, and just because Jack is a promiscuous muse, do not assume that means that he will jump into bed or emotionally invest with absolutely anyone. Likewise, just because Jack is a certified flirt, do not take that to mean I am forcing a ship on you or your muse. He flirts with everyone.

• Usual Tumblr etiquette applies. Please don’t godmod, don’t rush me on replies as I am very slow, please make sure meme replies are transferred over to a new post etc etc.

• NSFW may appear from time to time, as well as certain dark topics considering that Jack is a pirate and there are potentially triggering events within his canon, such as child abuse. I do not have any triggers myself, but I will certainly try to tag anything particularly sensitive that may appear on this blog. As for smut, I write it pretty infrequently but only with partners I’m close to on an out of character level.

• If we are mutuals, I absolutely want to write with you! Hitting up my IMs for plotting is likely the easiest way to get something going with me, but sending a meme or liking a starter/interaction call absolutely works too!

• I’m Lottie, she/hers, nearly 30+, GMT timezone. I’ve been writing on tumblr since 2014 and more often than not I can be found on my multimuse blog if not here:        MULTI

• I do not have any association with Disney, Pirates of the Caribbean, or Johnny Depp. Any ignorant and uneducated hate towards my faceclaim will gain an instant unfollow from me and, out of respect to him as a human being, as well as for my own personal comfort, I will not write or interact with any blog who uses Amber Heard as a faceclaim.

[demobrat]

ANSWERED: @trickstercaptain. . . ㅤ☠︎︎ ᵎᵎ ㅤ ㅤwhere are your keys? you're not driving like this.

eddie is not, by any means, drunk.

he doesn't go to parties to get drunk, unlike the rest of the hawkins high underclass. he simply goes to make a few sales. this is not drunk: he is always boisterous, and frenetic, and hard to deal with. a distraction, as the teachers liked to say. sure, he's had a few drinks. beers, which are commonplace for eddie, as normal as a nice healthy glass of milk next to dinner, but those weren't anything of true substance. the real kicker was the whiskey he swiped from someone's dad's liquor cabinet, emptied in long swallows just inside the doorway of a flowery suburban bathroom. maybe, by some means, he is drunk. there are some nights, man, where that's really the only thing to do.

they're in the front yard of some suburbanite classmates' house, light and sound pouring out from inside the house and onto the slightly trampled lawn. eddie had been making his way towards his van, more out of comfort and habit than any real intent, but now he stops, turns back around on his heel.

it's kind of a decent thing for a jock to say. a nice gesture. eddie likes jack, despite himself. he likes the accent, the fuck-if-i-care lemmy-esc attitude. he likes that it feels like there's a little competition between them, sometimes, where they are both fighting to say the least affected one liner, where it feels like as much a comedy routine as an argument. "au contraire. seeing as i'm the man with the keys, and, oh? what was that?" eddie is not choosing to be decent back. he's amped up, frenetic, a live wire. he spins around, patting up the side of his vest and down the pockets of his pants, looking for an answer to his own question, then finding it. he digs his keys out and holds them to his ear, gives them a jingle. he nods, like he's listening to them, then pulls a deep frown. eddie puts on a poor attempt at jack's accent. "ah. i see. alas! you aren't."

[trickstercaptain]

       Jack couldn't rightly say that he cared about Eddie Munson most days. Most days, admittedly, the other guy wasn't so much as a blip on his radar: there might have been a somewhat mutual recognition that they shared the same love of theatrics, that they similarly did not care for the rigid social hierarchy of Hawkins High ( albeit Jack had a better time social chameleon-ing his way through day to day life than Eddie ) — but he could easily count the number of times that they were in the same vicinity on one hand.

       Parties like this were the main locale where they'd cross paths. Eddie was usually dealing, and Jack was usually among those buying and partaking. If it wasn't cigarettes, then it was weed; and if it wasn't weed, then it was alcohol. The third option was always somewhat less knowing what would usually await him at home on a Friday or Saturday night, but they were all equal distractions in the never-ending glum parade that was Hawkins, middle of fucking nowhere.

       The exaggerated response he got from Eddie as he meandered towards his van prompted Jack to smile and cant his head. It was not a pleasant expression. “ So you are driving like this. ” He raised his hands in a backing off gesture. “All right then. It was a one time offer, and you blew it. ” He was ready to turn and head back up the frontyard there and then, fleeting interaction ended... but some part of Jack itched to see how far he could push this. “ Think of what it could have done to your social reputation to have a jock drive you home. Oh— forgive me. You're in open rebellion of those sorts of labels, aren't you. ”

[boltlightning]

PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN: DEAD MAN'S CHEST (2006) // salvation

[trickstercaptain]

       He matched her humourless laugh, turning on his foot to hold her gaze. Two wild animals trying to size each other up. Varric at the centre, the one thing stopping them was actively attempting to tear the other to pieces. “ Don't flatter yourself, darling. ” Perhaps it was Varric being at the centre that meant Jack wasn't even tempted to try.

       “ My deal, as it were, is less jealousy and more concern. Varric and I are both well aware that Captain Flint's dream of amassing a force that can rival the Alliance in both strength and political clout with the Citadel is fanciful. And yet he continues to follow you blindly into ruin anyway. ” A pause, to let that sink in. “ Just strikes me as curious, is all. ”

@imbricare / cont.

[empireburned]

@trickstercaptain said : "tell me something i don't know about you."

  that was certainly a loaded question, wasn't it? for one brief moment, claire considered what might happen if she were to share her biggest secret with him, the one that was always lingering at the back of her mind. from tales she'd heard of jack sparrow, she suspected that he might be strangely receptive to it ... but the urge to offer complete and utter honesty proved to be fleeting, replaced by that familiar, cautionary voice in her head.

  " well, " claire began once she'd chosen a different route for the conversation, " i was raised by my dear uncle lambert after my parents were killed. " killed in a war centuries in the future, one that jack could probably never even dream of. " he was an adventurer, of sorts. an archaeologist. " fondness shone in her features as she spoke of him. " we traveled everywhere across the continent, researching things and places ... collecting little trinkets along the way. i suspect it was as close to becoming a proper pirate as i had ever come before now. " this thought was accompanied by a soft laugh as she shook her head. how times and circumstances had changed.

[trickstercaptain]

       “ An adventurer, hm? ” Something lit up in Jack's eyes to hear that — even if it was accompanied by a pang of longing for something as distant as the shore was to this settlement in the Carolinas. Would it ever get any easier, knowing that his former life was dead and buried and the only thing he had to look forward to was knowing that his children would grow up safe? Somehow, he didn't think so. But it was a wound that he would have to learn to live with, just as he had learned to live with so many others.

       The picture Claire painted for him still brought a faint smile to his face, however. “ What changed? Jamie mentioned you met him and set roots in Scotland before making the crossing here. ” After experiencing such a carefree childhood, free of the constraints and expectations of society, how had she adapted to the life she lived now? Jack wondered whether her answer might be able to shed some light for him too. “ And, no offence to him, but he's about as traditional as it gets. ” Comparatively speaking, at least. He still remembered Izzy's retelling of her first meeting with him.

[trickstercaptain]

jack will escalate any conflict to the brink of all out violence so long as he is not part of that violence and can watch it at a decent enough vantage point to sit and drink and place wagers

[imbricare]

"Yes, I sent Flint after it."

As much as she glared at his feet, she didn't bother correcting him. She'd done that once, and he'd only defiantly put his legs right back where she didn't want them. Pick your battles wisely and put some of them back, Varric was always telling her; well, it just goes to show that she did listen sometimes, didn't she?

Another battle to put back: Oh, spare me the theatrics.

But he was Captain Jack Sparrow, and she was the Queen of Thieves, and as always, her sister had been right: These two in a room together was a powder keg waiting to explode.

Right now, at least, the glowing wick was in her hand.

In spite of the situation, she still found it in herself to smile – mostly because the kind of smile that Jack engendered and deserved was the kind that could wither newborn varrens.

Eleanor leaned back in the mahogany chair her father had had shipped from earthside long ago, and let Jack finish. Then, she promptly told him: "No, Jack, I do not expect you to lead anything."

"I outfitted Drummer with a crew and told her you will be her navigator, seeing as you do know the coordinates. I also may have told her that you happen to be reluctant to part with them. So really, Jack–"

Naomi's resourceful and Flint's impossible to kill, my ass. Her omnitool gave a soft swoosh; then Jack's pinged with a hangar bay and a ship number.

"What is beneficial in this for you is that Drummer won't bite your head off if you cooperate."

[trickstercaptain]

       “ Drummer. ” Oh, didn't this day just get better and better. Jack rolled his eyes, folding his arms where he reclined in his chair. But there was no mistaking the tension that began to set in his jaw: for all his resistance, the walls were starting to close in around him, his ways out of this dwindling by the second. “ And what exactly did you have to threaten her with to get her to work with me? ”

       He knew the answer, of course. Naomi. She was that unflappable woman's weak spot and always had been. And as tempting as it was to simply hand over the coordinates to Drummer and let her get on with this little rescue party, the chance to get even with his mutinous first mate had an allure of its own that made this whole thing very hard to refuse.

       With an exhale, Jack lowered his feet from Eleanor's desk and stood up. “ So, entertaining this farcical arrangement of yours for a minute, ” He wandered over to a nearby window, looking out onto the neighbourhoods that called Omega home. “ Drummer and I are to chart a course to your dear, darling Flint's last known location, with no idea whatsoever what we are up against or what awaits us should we get there. ” That was perhaps the most concerning part of all of this. “ I know I've been known on occasion to indulge in a suicidal mission or two in my time, but Camina Drummer has not. I take it that means there's more intel readily available than the ghost story you seduced Flint with? ”

       Varric stepped forward to stand beside Eleanor's chair. “ We've been in contact with Madam Herta, Jack. She's already on Drummer's ship. You'll have a captain and a chief scientific officer. ”

       “ The Madam Herta gracing us with her magnanimous presence? Whatever's out there must be quite a find. ” Interesting. The cogs were already turning in Jack's head. “ What exactly are we tasked with doing to whatever put Flint's ship in distress? Destroy it? Let the bloke bring it back to you and weaponise it against the Alliance? Madam Herta is in bed with that lot, is she not? She'll surely have something to say about it... ”

[greelin]

“so you only like men who would probably kill you?” no i also like women who would probably kill me too. On account of my bisexual nature

[hargrovetm]

private & selective rp blog for billy hargrove from netflix's stranger things. unaffiliated with the general strpc. mutuals only.

[valentina-poem]

[hargrovetm]

"You owe me."

laying down in a patch of grass, far, far away from everyone else. billy's tilting his head up. the blood rushing from his nose quickly going back. he hears jack more than he sees him and he's rolling his eyes. "-shut up." it sounds meaner than he intends to but he's frustrated, billy doesn't run from fights he starts, as a rule of thumb. the other guy landed a hit sending billy stumbling back and it was jack's idea, jack's plan to bail before the cops got there. which. isn't a bad idea it just makes billy feel weak and stupid and the opposite of what picking a fight should make him feel.

"i don't owe you shit." he's prickly, vulnerable in a way he hates. he tils his head down, less blood drips down his face. it's going to bruise and it's going to hurt. "-how does it look?" he smiles, like he's smiling for a camera. all not there. his head is killing him, and he's had worse, way worse but this is the type of headache you feel from the inside of your brain all over the outside of it.

[trickstercaptain]

       Shut up. Fine. But, in shutting up, that grin on Jack's face only grew in strength — and in how infuriating he intended for it to be to the Billy Hargrove lying in a patch of grass licking his own wounds. If Jack was honest, he was surprised that Billy had even listened to him — whether the police had been on their way or not, he'd figured that the guy would sooner not listen to common sense ( you'll get arrested for public disorder or whatever they call it here ) and stand his ground no matter what. But fortunately he needn't have humiliated himself by calling Teague to help swerve the law and could now just rub in that he was right. As always. Violence was not the answer, no matter how many punches Billy threw to try and prove otherwise.

       Jack cocked his head at him at the question, not yet sitting on the grass himself. “ You've probably got a black eye coming, but it'll only add to the bad boy metalhead persona you're selling, so I wouldn't worry about it. ” He reached for the inside of his jacket, pulling out a beer can he'd swiped from the convenience store in question before the fight had broken out. He tossed it to Billy on the grass. “ As much as you might want to drink it, you should probably use it as an icepack first. ”

[imbricare]

@trickstercaptain / cont.

He wasn't the kind to press. Other than that, breakfast was almost over anyway. Will shovelled the last spoonful of Cap'n Crunch into his mouth and took his sweet time with it because––well, let him be a dramatic queen sometimes.

Grinning around a full mouth, he swallowed and stood up immediately. "I'm meeting someone for drinks tomorrow." With that, he took into his empty bowl into the kitchen and – ever the meticulous guest/couch-crasher/daytime squatter – rinsed it before leaving it on the rack to dry. There was still coffee in the filter machine so he helped himself to some, which was why he settled back down on the couch with a giddy smug little grin and his hands nursing a steaming mug, and his eyes trailing to the smoke in Jack's hand.

"Can I have one?"

[trickstercaptain]

       Jack almost did a double take as Will uttered that answer so nonchalantly before getting up to deposit his empty bowl of cereal in the kitchen. Clearly the gossip about his and Steve's love lives were having some kind of influence here, good or bad. “ Absolutely not. Robin would kill me, and from what I've heard of your mum she would drive the however-many-miles it is from Indiana to here to kill me too. ”

       He craned his head to meet Will's gaze, now sat on the crappy sofa opposite their crappy dining table in their cramped apartment. A moment passed in almost expectant silence on Jack's part, before he realised that he was going to have to press for more. “ So are you going to tell me more about this mysterious date of yours or am I trading bad habits for information now? Because that seems unfair when I am instructed to be as little a bad influence as possible. ”

[trickstercaptain]

       “ You sent Flint after it. ” Jack sat in the chair, arms folded, feet up on her desk, pinning her down with a deadpan glare. Exactly when was she planning on mentioning this to him? Oh no, not until it caused her fucking trouble that had prompted an urgent message to arrive on his terminal summoning him here. It was only because Varric had sent a second, follow up message involving the name Naomi that he was here at all. Annoyance flashed in those dark irises of his. “ The same ghost story that subsequently separated me from crew and ship, that I would have warned you not to pursue because said ghost stories always have a modicum of truth to them and the stories I've heard about my mutinous first mate are not friendly. That something valuable, hm? ”

       Only when Varric spared him an aggrieved not now, Jack look to go alongside Eleanor's curt words did he finally silence himself, but that anger was still simmering. When he lifted his omni-tool to listen to the message that Eleanor had sent him, that fiery heat in his veins froze.

       Naomi.

       Jack scoffed to himself. Eleanor Guthrie really was unbelievable.

       “ And you think because I was also privy to those coordinates that I could lead, what, a rescue party? ” There was a practiced detachment in his tone, refusing to concede a single thread of weakness in this woman's presence. “ Naomi's resourceful and Flint's impossible to kill. What exactly is beneficial in this for me? ”

@imbricare / cont.

[imbricare]

here i am, leaving you clues. ( for will! )

Yeah, and he wasn't half bad at putting two and two together – call it a touch of the analytical in an otherwise creative brain, or maybe just the aftermath of growing up alongside Dustin.

"So… both? But – not at the same time, right?" Oh, sweet summer child. "At the same time?"

"What, like a threesome?"

You can take the boy out of the smalltown, but you can't take the smalltown out of the boy. Well, actually, you can, but bit by bit. Jack's doing a fine job chiselling away at it.

It helped that he'd already introduced Will to Wonder Bar.

"…okay. Okay, I mean…"

"Was it good?"

[trickstercaptain]

       Jack reclined on the chair like a cat making itself at home, one leg crossed over his knee as he sat and waited for the proverbial penny to drop. For all that Will Byers seemed like the... sheltered sort, it didn't take him as long as he thought to pick up on the hints and make the connection — though with a couple of nods of encouragement along the way.

       A smile crept across Jack's face at the question, reaching into his pocket for a spare cigarette and his lighter.

       “ Yeah. ” There was a more in depth story lingering in that single word, but Jack would only divulge if Will asked. The last thing he wanted to do was put the poor boy off his breakfast, or put him off in general. He lit the cigarette up and took a drag, leaning forward on the small dining table in his, Robin and Steve's cramped apartment. “ But enough about my sexual exploits or the minutiae of where I was last night. When are we getting you your first boyfriend, hm? ”

[empireburned]

@trickstercaptain said : " tell me something i don't know about you. "

  " something you don't know? " a breath of amusement passes through her lips as she contemplates that request. her eyes find his face, lingering there as she explores the depths of her own mind and memory for some sort of answer to provide. " i'm not so certain there is anything you don't know about me anymore. " in fact, jack may very well be the only person who truly knows her. she reaches for his hand, entwining their fingers. " let's see ... when i was very young, i took to climbing trees. there was one in particular on our property in port royal that proved to be quite challenging. " a warm smile adorns her lips as she thinks back on it, a quiet laugh following as she continues her recollection. " unfortunately, i took a tumble and very nearly broke a bone ... my father was quick to put an end to it after that. "

[trickstercaptain]

       “ Hm? There must be something, love. ” He was about to suggest her childhood, or adolescence in Port Royal — after all, that upbringing was about as far away from his own that you could get, and he could not deny that a life behind the walls of a gilded palace intrigued him on some level. When she reached for his hand, Jack gave hers a squeeze. A soft echo of a chuckle escaped his lips. “ I can't say I blame him. I don't like it when our lot climb trees. ” Especially Jacob and Emma whenever they got into a competition about it. Gently, he tugged her closer so that he could slip an arm around her waist. “ But let me guess: that made you all the more determined to flout your father's rules at every opportunity? ”

[trickstercaptain]

also bear with me... i am trying to visit some inboxes

[trickstercaptain]

#if you would like me to visit yours pls nudge me with a like on this post~

[trickstercaptain]

there's always a compelling argument to be made about sticking jack on the multi so that i will write him more, but then i think about exactly how many of the women on that roster he would have the hots for and... it is pretty much all of them