the jack/kate/sawyer love triangle is awful. get kate out of there. let jack and sawyer kiss. sawyer wants to kiss a man so bad. it's true he told me.
La vie e rose on ur playlist?? Ofmd fan spotted maybe????
Lmao maybe not but on that note how do u feel about a jack/sawyer pirate au :3
aww you checked it out ;3
ofmd fan spotted indeed, though that's not how I found the song teehee
was a while ago and I didn't really watch s2, but it's good uwu actually The Chain is the one I got from it and loveeee it sm very jack/sawyer vibe too
pirate au would be hot hot (me again resisting the urge to imagine Sawyer being like one of the girls in Black Sails bc ugh hot queen energy)
they'd be cool af
do we make Jack some officer/civilian or are they both pirates
wait actually Sawyer not being a pirate in the start is big too
them fighting over chests or smth lol
getting wed by a captain - or one of them is a captain and weds themselves 🙏
I don't really have set ideas lol but feel free to yap
Update: I finished it. I tried to make it look kinda like a poster for an 80's horror movie? Kinda?? Anyway im sososo happy with how this turned out :D
posting this bc im not sure im ever gonna finish it- ANYWAY GUESS WHO GOT OBSESSED WITH GHOST (and switched to krita)
also like 90% of the ppl in my notes are bots and its really starting to piss me off so plz interact if you're a real person??
Drew both on the same day btw
((also idk how to make the pictures look smaller so well have to deal w the big ahh drawings for now))
Sister imperator was girlbossing too hard, they had to get rid of her
if there's one thing that Ghost taught me is that sometimes a family can be a weird old guy, pitbull, a slut (part-time kazoo player), a rat bastard (literally), their long lost brother who thinks hes a vampire, and their dead father/brother (?) who ocasionally comes back to life to do a sick sax solo and then die again
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Waiter! Waiter! more religious symbolism and pathetic male characters please!