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fiery violent pirate babies
Who: The Spade Pirates. Babies.
Where: Somewhere on the ocean, constantly circling the same reef. Babies.
When: May 15th - May 18th Babies.
What: IDK, look at the subject header.
Warnings: Babies.
Style: Action, Log, Babies.
Status: Babies.
General catch-all for baby-things! Make your own threads, babies. /slaps
Where: Somewhere on the ocean, constantly circling the same reef. Babies.
When: May 15th - May 18th Babies.
What: IDK, look at the subject header.
Warnings: Babies.
Style: Action, Log, Babies.
Status: Babies.
General catch-all for baby-things! Make your own threads, babies. /slaps
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[She looked down at him as he said all that, her hand going to rest at the top of his head as he leaned against her middle. It took her a moment to connect what he said... then she moved, sliding down to wrap her arms around his neck in a half tackling hug] Oh!
[if your not careful she will squeeze the breath out of you, but she's happy to hear you at least remember things. And then she laughed, faintly near his ear] You can be a shitty teenager if you want. I wont tell.
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Thank you, Froggie. ~<3
[then he stands, taking her with him to set on his shoulder and lights a new cigarette]
Now let's cause some shit. [but what shit to cause?] Let's panty raid.
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[a small eep as she's picked up, and... she's leaning on his head. Honestly, she likes this hair better... sorry Thatch. Easier to play with and mess up]
With how few of the ladies there are here? I think Chandra would have your pretty little head. [it's not a no.]
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Oh, so you can Chan? [clearly she's investigating now, because the few times she's talk to Chandra, she's found her ridiculously hot, pun not even intended. But if Thatch has Game there, she wont bother.]
And how about wagging off the crows nest? Stapled together. Like a banner.
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[he shoves his hands in his pockets and rolls the cigarette to the other side of his mouth]
Like a banner hmmmm [has potential]
... We should replace the flag with a panty jolly roger.
[just to piss Ace off]
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[but for another day maybe. She snorted]
Speaking of Freckle butt. He's tiny too. Never thought of him as so ... scrawny. So, pantry flag before or after he's of age?
[a pause...] I mean, this cant last forever, right? I mean, I don't want to be the old one...
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[will it backfire? Maybe. But it's still worth the risk]
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Alright. We'll have time to make the flag then. Maybe to celibate his coming of age, again.
[A pause though, and...] If you're still like this in a day or two, we should actually go for that stroll. [UG, bad idea. But she wouldn't mind going out and having fun, and let Thatch be a shitty teen]
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