#(don’t they do this same thing in POTC?)

[cultivating-wildflowers]

so it turns out if you wanna pull a DaVinci and yank your door open by the hinges, you have to have something to grip to yank or at least leverage it open….

[steampunkferretpresents]

I hear a lot of people talking about The Ghoul’s accent as being cartoonish. And how he also didn’t have an accent prewar, and that he was also a cowboy before being an actor so probably had a bit of a real accent, just not as thick as The Ghoul.

I feel uniquely qualified to talk about this accent thing. I am an actor. I also was born in South Carolina, raised in Georgia, and live in Alabama. I have an accent.

But not when I’m at any sort of acting related event, activity, audition, or social event involving work. Years ago when I was in LA auditioning for POTC 2 (didn’t get it but it’s a core memory at this point) I was told I didn’t have an accent and nobody realized I was from the south until I said the word “Atlanta.” Something about the way we say Atlanta is different and seems to be impossible to remove.

BUT! When I go home and visit family, ALL of us start talking in a nearly cartoonishly thick southern accent and we don’t realize it. I didn’t realize it until I watched video from a family holiday. These same relatives, like my sisters and cousins, don’t have the thick accent one on one. It only happens when we are all together or mad.

My accent gets thick when I’m mad. And when certain attitude seems appropriate. It thickens as a response to certain situations, and for me, I don’t realize it right away. I can control it and remove it in professional situations.

So when I hear Cooper’s accent change, I can relate, and it doesn’t feel over done when he’s The Ghoul. It feels like a subconscious thing he’s put on “for the situation.” And by “situation,” I mean the entire post-war apocalypse. I’d consider that an appropriate accent-thickening situation.

Side note, my accent thickened drastically for weeks after Fallout came out, no matter what situation I was in.

Ive wondered whether Walton had the same accent issues. He grew up near where I grew up, I went to school in Newnan, Georgia, a little south of where he grew up, but he moved to LA about the time I was starting high school. I’m sure the accent was engrained at that point, but did he slip out of it like I do in front of other actors, directors, film makers, etc? Did he have the same problem with the word “Atlanta?”

[anonymousewrites]

Pearl of the Sea Chapter Twenty

Found Family! PoTC Cast x Teen! Reader

Platonic! Will Turner, Elizabeth Swann, Jack Sparrow, Tia Dalma x Reader

Chapter Twenty: Seeing the Dead

Summary: Truths and conflicts emerge as they make their way out of the Locker.

            “Trim that sail! Slack windward brace and sheet!” ordered Barbossa as the Black Pearl prepared to sail (where, they weren’t sure).

            “Haul the pennant line,” said Barbossa and Jack at the same time.

            “What are you doing?” demanded Barbossa.

            “What are you doing?” retorted Jack.

            “No, what are you doing?” Barbossa threw it back at him.

            “What are you? Captain gives orders on this ship,” said Jack.

            “The captain of this ship is giving the orders,” said Barbossa.

            “My ship, makes me captain,” argued Jack.

            “They be my charts,” replied Barbossa.

            “That makes you ‘chartman,’ ” said Jack.

            (Y/N) groaned as they argued and turned to face the sea.

            “(Y/N).”

            They stiffened. “Elizabeth.”

            She swallowed. Not Lizzie. Elizabeth. “(Y/N), you have to know that I did it for—”

            “I don’t care who you did it for,” snapped (Y/N). They whirled on her. “You left Jack to the kraken. You left him to die.”

            “We wouldn’t have survived with Jack. Will—you—wouldn’t have made it. And he’s here now. We’ve rescued him,” said Elizabeth, trying to justify herself and stop (Y/N)’s gaze from being one of such disappointment.

            “You still did it,” said (Y/N). Their hands were balled in fists, and the waves rose and fell with their breaths. “He came back for us to the right thing, and you repaid him with death.”

            They brushed past Elizabeth, unwilling to speak any longer. Elizabeth was left standing on her own.

            She had broken a part of her bond with (Y/N). It would take more than a discussion to fix it.

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            (Y/N) didn’t leave the side of the ship for the rest of the day. While the sun lowered in the sky and the clouds darkened, (Y/N) just stared at the murky grey waters below them.

            Appropriate, thought (Y/N). That’s how I feel.

            They were startled once they saw bodies in white floating by beneath in the waves. Souls, whispered the sea air, and (Y/N) believed their instinct. They leaned out over the bodies, and their brow creased. They seemed lost, the poor spirits, no afterlife to wash up on.

            “They should be in the care of Davy Jones.” Tia Dalma drifted up next to (Y/N). They barely glanced at her, used to the way she moved like water, light and graceful.

            “I thought he ruled the Locker,” said (Y/N).

            “He does,” said Tia Dalma. “But this is the true duty he was charged with by the goddess, Calypso.”

            Calypso. The very name held power, and (Y/N) could have sworn the waters rushed around the Pearl faster in response.

            “To ferry those who die at sea to the other side,” continue Tia Dalma. “And every ten years him could come ashore to be with her who love him truly.” The history in her words spoke volumes, but (Y/N) felt the heaviness and knew not to ask for more than what she gave. “But the man has become a monster.”

            “So he didn’t fulfill his duty, and the cost was his humanity,” said (Y/N).

            Tia Dalma smiled slightly. “You understand magic well.”

            (Y/N) lowered their gaze to the souls drifting by. “It just made sense.”

            “Perhaps.” Tia Dalma looked at them, and (Y/N) could feel her gaze burning into them. “But you have a talent for magic.”

            (Y/N) felt an itch beneath their skin and ran their hand over their arm to sooth it. “I don’t know what that means.”

            “It means tis in your blood,” said Tia Dalma. “I ‘ave heard from William Turner and Elizabeth Swann that you mights have summon’d a wave against the kraken.”

            “I—I don’t know what that was,” admitted (Y/N). “I just felt a lot, and then the sea was there. It was just…strange.”

            Tia Dalma hummed. “Give me your hand.” She extended her palm, and (Y/N) stared at her. “Go on. I mean no harm to you, child.”

            (Y/N) nodded shortly and put their hand in hers. Tia Dalma turned over their hand and ran a finger down their vein. (Y/N) stared as a slight pearlescent shine followed her finger, disappearing in the darkness.

            Tia Dalma hummed. “As I thought. Magic is in these veins—magic of the sea.”

            (Y/N) pulled their hand away and stared at it. “What does that mean?”

            “It means you’re a Child of the Sea.” Tia Dalma looked at them with that all-knowing glint in her eyes once more. “You escape to the sea. You yearn for it. It is freedom, life. Your heart.”

            “How do you know that?” whispered (Y/N).

            “The sea is my heart. In a different way, but my heart, too,” said Tia Dalma, gazing out at the sea mysteriously.

            (Y/N) frowned. “What does that me—”

            “Boats!” cried Ragetti, clutching onto Pintel.

            The shout broke all focus on tasks. (Y/N) and Tia Dalma turned to see what the others on deck were looking at. In the distance, hundreds of tiny rowboats floated towards them. They bobbed over the spirits suspended beneath the surface of the water. Lanterns sat at the head of each boat and lit their way.

            Gibbs grabbed a rifle, and Tia Dalma stormed towards him. Will lowered its muzzle and shook his head.

            “They’re not a threat to us.” He looked at Tia Dalma. “Am I right?”

            “We’re nothing but ghosts to them,” said Tia Dalma.

            “It’s best just let them be,” said Barbossa.

            (Y/N) gazed sorrowfully at the dead who had no guide to a proper resting place. Children, elderly, men, women—none reacted as they drifted by.

            “It’s my father!”

            Everyone followed Elizabeth’s gaze to a man sitting in one longboat. (Y/N)’s heart broke. Swann was dead. He would never be with them again once they returned to the land of the living.

            “We’ve made it back,” said Elizabeth in relief. “Father, Father, here! Look here!”

            “Elizabeth.” Jack shook his head. “We’re not back.”

            Terrible realization dawned, and she faced him again. “Father!”

            Swann turned his head dreamily. “Elizabeth. Are you dead?”

            Elizabeth shook her head in panic. “No. No.”

            “I think I am,” said Swann hesitantly.

            “No, you can’t be!” cried Elizabeth.

            (Y/N) covered their mouth as the man who helped raise them drifted by towards the Land of the Dead—but he would never find it. Jack steadied them by the shoulders as they watched with horror.

            “There was this chest, you see,” said Swann. “It’s odd. At the time it seemed so important.”

            “Come board!” shouted Elizabeth.

            “And a heart,” continued Swann. “I learned that if you stab the heart, yours must take its place. And you will sail the seas for eternity. The Dutchman must have a captain.”

            If someone killed the heart and Jones, they would take his role. The realization washed over the crew and each person who had considered doing just that.

            “Silly thing to die for,” said Swann.

            “Someone, cast a line!” said Elizabeth desperately. “Come back with us!” She grabbed a rope herself and threw it out. “Take the line!”

            Swann looked up at Elizabeth and smiled. “I’m so proud of you and (Y/N), Elizabeth.”

            “Father, take the line! Take the line!” begged Elizabeth.

            But Swann just smiled as he floated away.

            “Father!”

            (Y/N) ran and hugged their sister tightly as she cried out for Swann.

            “I’ll give love to your mother,” said Swann as he disappeared into the darkness.

            “Please!” cried Elizabeth.

            (Y/N) just held her tighter as Elizabeth broke down and hugged them back. “I’m sorry,” they whispered. “I’m so sorry.”

            Elizabeth just sobbed harder and held (Y/N) tighter. Her last bit of family was in her arms.

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            Everyone was silent as Elizabeth returned to the deck after (Y/N) had brought her down to rest after seeing her father pass into the afterlife.

            “How are you?” said Will softly.

            She gazed at him with red eyes, evidence of how much she cried for Swann. Will’s eyes softened, and he hugged her.

            “How is (Y/N)?” said Jack. Swann had taken them in as a ward, so although they were not father and child, it was clear he also meant quite a bit to them.

            “We both took a rest,” said Elizabeth. “They’re still sleeping, so I left them as they were.”

            Will nodded. “They deserve it. You do, too.”

            “I want to make sure we can get back to defeat Beckett,” said Elizabeth, narrowing her eyes. She would channel her grief into determination. Beckett would pay for what he’d done.

            “Good,” said Tia Dalma. “He has the power of the seas. We must fight with all we have.” Her gaze darkened. “And we have something that may help.”

            All eyes went to her.

            “What do you mean?” said Will. “If we have a way to fight him, why have you been holding it back?”

            “Because Beckett will want to use it to his advantage,” said Tia Dalma.

            “We’ll make sure that won’t happen.” Barbossa patted his sword handle. “Beckett isn’t getting any more power now that a proper pirate is on the seas.” Jack rolled his eyes.

            “Good. They will need support,” said Tia Dalma.

            “They?” said Elizabeth.

            “(Y/N).”

            Silence.

            “What?” said Will.

            “(Y/N) isn’t a weapon!” said Elizabeth.

            “The lad is a good pirate, but Beckett is formidable,” said Barbossa.

            “This is about what you warned me of, aye?” said Jack.

            Tia Dalma smirked and nodded. “You noticed it?”

            Jack nodded.

            “What is she talking about?” said Will.

            “I told him (Y/N) is a Child of the Sea,” said Tia Dalma. “They have something wild within them. And now it’s free.” She looked at each adult—Will, Elizabeth, Barbossa, and Jack—in turn. “The magic of the sea is theirs.”

            “The wave and the kraken…that was them?” said Elizabeth. She had seen it and thought it significant, but all that had occurred overshadowed the moment.

            Tia Dalma nodded. “They can control the waters.”

            “I thought Jones did,” said Will.

            “He does,” said Tia Dalma. “But so does (Y/N). They are both parts of the ocean.”

            “How? What is a child of the sea? What type of magic can (Y/N) have? They’re just a child,” said Elizabeth.

            “You found them in the sea,” said Tia Dalma.

            “Yes,” said Elizabeth.

            “They were alive, yet they had nothing to keep the above water,” said Tia Dalma.

            “How do you—”

            “I know the sea,” said Tia Dalma, and Barbossa narrowed his eyes. She looked at the adults—(Y/N)’s family. “And I know what (Y/N) is.”

            “A child of the sea, you’ve said it a million times now,” said Jack, waving a hand.

            “They are a nereid,” said Tia Dalma.

            “That sounds Greek,” said Elizabeth, remembering her mythology.

            “All myths are based in truth,” said Tia Dalma. “Nereids are sea spirits, incarnations of the sea. (Y/N) is made of the sea and its magic.”

            “So their magic could help against Jones’s,” said Will.

            “If they can use it, yes,” said Tia Dalma.

            “What if they can’t control it?” said Elizabeth.

            “The sea isn’t about control,” said Tia Dalma, raising her chin. “It is about freedom.”

            “But will the magic hurt them?” said Elizabeth. She wouldn’t let (Y/N) be hurt.

            “No. It wants to be free,” said Tia Dalma. “They will be themself once they let it go.”

            “But you’re worried about them because of Beckett,” said Jack, narrowing his eyes. He wouldn’t let that Lord hurt (Y/N), not after all that he had already done, not to his kid.

            “He wishes to tame the seas. If he knows of what they are, he will see them as a threat,” said Tia Dalma. “He cannot stand what he cannot control, so he will seek to tame them or destroy them.” She smirked. “And (Y/N) is as untamable as the sea.”

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[fuckyeahdindjarin]

First of all congrats once again on the milesone bby!!! for the sleepover can I as a micro drabble for jack and pirate AU ?? honestly at first I was going to ask for frankie but jack just felt like a better fit fbfgb love u <333

Sil my love! I had the time of my life sailing the seas with Pirate!Jack. Inevitably, this Captain Jack is partly inspired by the OG Captain Jack Sparrow and POTC. I loved POTC fanfic back in the day, so thank you so much for sending this prompt!

Jack Daniels x pirate AU

Fuck Yeah 2222 Sleepover micro drabble request | 889 words | warnings: non-graphic mentions of violence, angst, childhood sweethearts, mention of arranged marriage, historical romance

The last time you saw him was seven years ago, when you hurled words dipped in hurt and  teenage venom at him as he held you, his beat-up leather bag at his feet by the water.

‘I need to go and earn my fortune, or your father will never let you marry me. Can’t you understand that?’ he pleaded with you.

‘We can run away!’ you insisted, your cheeks streaked with ugly tears.

He shook his head, kissing you on your forehead. ‘I want you to have a life you deserve, and I can’t give it to you if I don’t do this.’ 

Taking off the only thing he has of value - his mother’s gold ring set on a chain - he slipped it over your head and kissed you one last time.

‘I’ll come back for you. Wait for me, darlin’.’

You stand on that very same dock now. You’ve grown up. You’re taller, sadder, and you wear your melancholy like a shroud. You’re set to sail across the seas to England, a country you’ve never set foot on; and to marry your betrothed, a man you’ve never met.

You’re numb, resigned to your fate. Jack is dead. Or he’s found someone else, married and happy in a distant, exotic land. It doesn’t make a difference either way.

His mother’s ring, the only thing you have left of him, hangs between your breasts, digging into your skin under your corset, the same place it’s been all these years.

Your chambermaid asks gently, ‘Are you ready, my lady?’

You nod.

And you walk the plank.

The sound of cannon fire jolts you violently out of your sleep, and you bolt up from your uncomfortable little cot. It sounds like hell unleashed up on deck above, the sound of boots and violence right on top of your head.

Your chambermaid bursts into your room with one of your coats in her hands.

‘What’s happening?’ you ask frantically.

‘Pirates!’ she screams.

She throws the coat over your shoulders, and you hastily pull on a pair of boots. Once you’re decent, a lieutenant appears to escort you both to safety.

It’s bedlam above. The bitter tinge of gunpowder stings your eyes and nose, the smell of blood turns your stomach, and then the screams and the clang of swords - the lieutenant presses a hand to the back of your head so you’re looking at your feet as you sprint across deck, or you surely would have fainted.

Your entourage makes it to the back of the ship, where one of the rowing boats is ready to be lowered into the water - when you hear a gun being cocked at the back of your head.

‘Not so fast, darlin’.’

Darlin’.

You’d know that voice anywhere.

Your chambermaid shrieks in fright when the lieutenant falls onto the floor from a blunt crack of the butt of a pistol against his head.

Slowly, you turn around.

His eyes are the same. The same brown, but now, there are lines around them and creases at the corners. He’s obviously seen a lot of sun, freckles and marks pepper his face, and curls peek from underneath the wide-brimmed hat he wears. Behind him, you see the looming figure of a ship flying the unmistakable black flag of a skull with two swords underneath it.

Jack grins at you. ‘Hello, darlin’.’

You walk straight up to him and slap him across the face, with everything you got. From the corner of your eye, you see the other bedraggled pirates gasp at your bold action as his head whips to one side at the force.

But he only grins wider and pulls you into him by your wrists. He smells of the sea, musky, with the distinct whiff of ocean salt.

‘Where the hell have you been?’ you spit at him, your traitorous eyes brimming with tears.

He clucks teasingly. ‘What a tongue you’ve got on you now, darlin’.’

You shove at him with your whole body, but he barely budges. ‘Fuck you, Jack. I waited for you, and you never came back for me.’

He cocks his head to one side. ‘I did come back for you, darlin’, I was at our hometown but three days ago - only to be told that you were on your merry way to marry some landed gentry across the sea. And that simply won’t do - I’m a pirate darlin’, and I don’t share what’s mine.’

You scoff. ‘I’m not yours, Jack. You lost me when you left me seven years ago.’

‘It’s Captain Jack to you, thank you very much,’ he retorts playfully, unfazed by your ire. You gasp when he unceremoniously rips open the lapels of your coat, and one rough fingertip trails down your bare neck, curling around the delicate gold chain that you never take off.

His eyes soften at the sight of his mother’s ring. ‘You lie so well, you’ll make an excellent pirate yourself, darlin’.’

Grabbing him by the scruff of his collar, you kiss him hard, his big hands gripping your waist, crushing you into his embrace. Brushing his nose against yours, he pulls back. 

‘I should’ve asked you all those years ago,’ he says, regret colouring his words. ‘Will you marry me?’

You palm his cheek, grinning through tears. ‘Yes, my captain, a thousand times yes.’

[ladykailitha]

It’s Just a Kiss

I saw a gif of Steve looking a Eddie’s lips when they were talking in the forest and it spawned this. Also Robin’s face when she says “Ah.” That is totally Elizabeth Swann in the first PotC movie when she almost drops the necklace overboard.

Or you can read it here on AO3.

*

Eddie was talking, rather animatedly to the party. Not that Steve could hear a word he said. There was this spot on Eddie’s neck that enticed him. It was just below his ear, right before it met his jaw. And Steve couldn’t stop wondering what it tasted it like. What it smelled like.

As Eddie spoke, Steve drew closer and closer. He was drawn to it like a moth to a flame. At the back of his mind, he knew he was going to get burned. It was inevitable. But he couldn’t resist. Eddie was smiling and happy, and Steve wanted oh so much.

And then his lips connected with that spot and it was even better than he hoped. He could smell Eddie’s shampoo and cologne. He could taste the sweat. He hummed happily.

It was then he noticed that no one was speaking anymore. There wasn’t even a freaking sound to be heard.

He frowned. He saw the looks of shock and disgust on his friends faces and Eddie standing there, stock still for the first time in his life, when Steve’s brain finally caught up to what he’d done.

He opened his mouth to defend himself when Dustin yelled, “What the hell, dude!”

Steve’s heart began to pound uncomfortably in his chest, and he couldn’t breathe.

He did the only sensible thing he done all day, he turned tail and ran.

*

Robin should have been listening to Eddie. She loved how excited he got when he talked about the story they were going to play out right in front of her. She was even thinking of being read in and play a character of her own.

But she was watching her best friend instead. His eyes never left Eddie. At first she thought he was staring at his mouth. But the more she watched the more she realized that that couldn’t be it.

And then it happened.

Steve kissed Eddie’s pulse point and hummed happily. She grinned. But that grin fell when Dustin yelled and everyone else joined in with noises of disgust.

“Did that really just happen?” Eddie asked, a little dazed. “Did Steve really just kiss me?”

Everyone nodded.

“That was gross man,” Mike hissed.

Eddie turned to Robin. “Can you sort these assholes out? I have a Stevie to rescue.”

She grinned. “Absolutely!”

Eddie dashed up the stairs and she walked over to the table and hopped up on it and stared them down.

Soon everyone was squirming in their seats, even Max and El.

“What the honest fuck was with the disgusted looks?” Robin finally asked when she thought they had suffered enough.

“Yes,” El said. “I thought it was cute what Steve did. Was it wrong?”

There was silence.

“Well, guys,” Robin said, “you gonna answer the girl? Was it wrong what Steve did?”

“Are you actually asking us if homophobic?” Jeff asked. “Because that’s straight up bullshit. We’ve known for years that Eddie’s liked the boys.”

Robin’s eyes glinted with malice and went, “Ah.” But instead of defusing the situation like Jeff hoped, then tension seemed to ramp up. “So it’s Steve you don’t want kissing your friend.”

“Eddie could do better than Steve fucking Harrington,” Mike bit out.

Robin’s smile was dark. “Are we talking about the same badass Steve Harrington that figured out the Russian code and how to keep the elevator from closing? The Steve Harrington who drove you around three apocalypses and protected your ass? The Steve Harrington who literally carried Eddie out on his back, even though his back was shredded cheese? That Steve Harrington?”

Mike and Jeff looked at each other and then ducked their heads. Jeff, Gareth and Brian weren’t supposed to know about the Upside Down but Eddie swore that he would take his story of the witch hunt against him to the press if they weren’t read in. So they knew what Steve had done for their friend.

“I don’t want Steve to get hurt,” came the soft voice of Will, who had been sitting on the floor, knees hugged tightly to his chest.

Max scoffed. “Steve’s the playboy, it’s Eddie who is more likely to get to hurt then him.”

Will just shook his head.

Robin eyed him. “What do you mean, sweetie?”

“It’s just Eddie is so chaotic,” he explained. “I know I don’t have the history with him that everyone else does.”

“But...” she prompted.

“But from what I’ve seen,” Will continued. “Everything is on Eddie time. If he thinks it’s important, he’ll be on time. But some times, he gets lost in his head. Coming up with D&D ideas or song lyrics or guitar riffs and suddenly it’s been hours. How many missed dates is Steve going to have to suffer? Missed birthdays, anniversaries because Eddie got lost in his head.” Will buried his head into his knees.

Everyone went silent. They’ve all experienced Eddie time. Showing up band practice late because he had written three complete songs in his bathroom, with only one pant leg on. D&D was sacred, he was never late for that unless something actually came up. But if they needed a ride or they were meeting up for a movie night or whatever...

Robin frowned appreciatively. “All valid points. But that’s suggesting that Eddie doesn’t think that Steve’s important enough.”

Will sighed. “I know, but...”

“But it’s hard because Steve is your friend,” Robin supplied. Will nodded. “So let me ease your mind. Eddie works at the record store and when he and Steve both have the same shift, Eddie will show up at 12:35pm on the dot. Every time. When Steve wants to hang out, he’s there on time or even early.” There was some murmuring about that one, but she held up her hand. “I’ve seen it and I’ve got witnesses. You can ask Nancy, Argyle or even Jonathan.”

They nodded.

“Look,” Robin said. “I get this is hard. But they really are good with each other. They complete each other. But in a different way then with me and Steve. Or any of you guys and Steve or Eddie. But there is one thing we should be and that supportive, even if you don’t like it.”

“Steve!” they heard Eddie call.

Robin jutted her thumb behind her. “That is the sound of man desperate to find the person he loves most of all. And all because you had to be jackasses.”

*

Eddie was in his element. He loved talking about his campaign. Everyone was there, even those that didn’t play because they liked to watch. So Robin, Max, El and Steve were there as he explained what the focus and story was of the new adventure.

And then he felt it. A quick press of lips to his neck and he froze. He couldn’t breathe.

Then Dustin’s shout snapped him out of it.

He let Robin handle the little buttheads, he had a prince to rescue. The first thing he did was run to the front door and throw it open. Steve’s car was still out front.

Good.

He closed the door and noticed the keys on the hook. He grabbed them to make sure Steve didn’t slip past him and out the door. He checked every room in the house, even the ones he wasn’t allowed in as he began to call out Steve’s name.

Eddie stopped in the front room huffing. He had checked everywhere.

Everywhere inside.

He dashed out back to the pool and sure enough, sitting on the edge of the pool, his feet making small waves as he kicked them back and forth, was Steve. Eddie immediately took off his shoes and rolled up his jeans to his knees.

He sat down next to Steve and bumped his arm.

“Go away, Eddie,” Steve said morosely.

“Nope.” He splashed Steve with his foot.

Steve yelped. “What the hell was that for?”

“Because I liked it,” Eddie said with a grin.

Steve glared at him. “You liked splashing me?”

Eddie laughed. “No. Though that was fun. I liked the kiss.”

Steve’s jaw dropped. “What? You couldn’t have.”

Eddie scooted closer. “I did though. But it was so unexpected and new, it took awhile for my brain to come back online.”

“And by then, I had left...” Steve murmured.

Eddie bumped into his shoulder again. “And I would have done the same if all my friends acted disgusted because I kissed you in front them.”

Steve face went soft. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Eddie said. “Right now I have Robin ripping into them for being assholes.”

Steve looked back at the house in fear. “Is there going to be anything left of our friends when we get back?”

Eddie laughed. “I hope not. Because I will go absolutely feral if they try to hurt you.”

“At least I know where you’re off button is if I have to get a word in edgewise,” Steve teased.

Eddie held his hands to his chest. “You wouldn’t!”

Steve leaned over and pressed a kiss to Eddie jaw again and Eddie’s eyes fluttered shut.

“Jerk!” Eddie said after a moment of sheer bliss and pushed Steve into the pool.

Steve fell in with a gigantic splash. He came to the surface sputtering and laughing.

He pushed his hair out of his face and waded back over to the side of the pool. “I guess I deserved that.”

“Hell yeah,” Eddie said with a huff of laughter. “You absolutely did.”

Steve folded his arms on the side of the pool and looked up him. “You looked so cute, though.”

Eddie shoved his hair in his mouth to hide his blush. His heart pounded in his chest as he looked down at Steve, gently wading in the pool, looking up at Eddie like he had hung the moon. He stood up and smiled down at Steve. “Come on, loverboy let’s find you some dry clothes.”

“Aren’t you going to help me out?” Steve asked, whipping his hair.

Eddie danced back. “Nuh-uh, sweetheart. One, I’ve seen your upper body strength. You don’t need my help.”

Steve grinned. “And two?”

“We both know full well that you will toss me into the pool like a rag doll,” Eddie said, continuing to dance back toward the house. “And while you have dry clothes here, I most certainly do not.”

Steve pulled himself out of the pool and sat down on the edge again. “And what if I wanted to see you in my clothes?”

Eddie laughed. “Some other time, pretty boy. Come on. You’ll catch a cold out here in those wet things.”

Steve stood up and grinned.

“Oh no!” Eddie squealed and turned around to dash back into the house. Steve gave chase through the house, Eddie leading the way to Steve’s bedroom.

Steve slammed the door behind him and advanced on Eddie like a prowling tiger.

Eddie backed up until his knees hit the side of the bed. Steve leaned into his space to kiss him and Eddie flopped on the bed to get away from him.

“At least take off your shirt,” Eddie cried. “I don’t want to get wet.”

Steve grinned. “Already trying to get my clothes off, baby?”

Eddie laughed. “I’ve seen your chest, sweetheart. It’s very irresistible.”

Steve yanked off his shirt and tossed it aside. “That better?”

Eddie grinned and pulled him down for a kiss. It was sweet but searing. And then abruptly he pushed Steve off of him. “Get changed, Stevie. I’ll be waiting outside in the hall, otherwise we won’t be leaving this room.”

Steve laughed. “Yeah, I don’t want our first time to be with other people in the house either.”

Eddie blushed and ran out the door. He slid down the wall next to the door. He looked out through the balcony and then pumped his fists and kicked his feet happily.

A moment later Steve exited his room. He was wearing tight blue jeans and an even tighter green and white polo.

Eddie looked him up and down. “You trying to kill me, baby?”

Steve laughed again. “So what if I wanted to look good for you?”

Eddie stood up and ran his hands over Steve’s chest. “You do look amazing.”

Steve kissed him again and Eddie went weak in the knees. Eddie wrapped his arms around Steve’s neck and melted into it.

Steve was panting for breath when they finally broke apart.

“Come on,” Eddie said. “It’s time to face the music.”

Steve sighed and took his hand, letting Eddie lead them back to the basement.

The talking stopped when they arrived at the bottom of the stairs.

“What the hell happened to you?” Robin asked Steve, trying not to laugh, as she took in his wet hair and change of clothes.

Steve bumped his shoulder into Eddie’s. “My boyfriend pushed me into the pool.”

Eddie leaned forward and whispered, “Yeah, but you deserved it.”

Steve and Robin burst out laughing.

“At least I didn’t get hit in the face with a heavy denim vest time,” Steve said with a grin.

Everyone else was looking at them as though they had completely lost their minds.

“Boyfriend, huh?” Will asked softly.

“Yup!” Eddie said, popping the P. “Anybody got a problem with that?”

“‘Cause if you do,” Steve said with a growl, “you know where the fucking door is.”

Everyone looked at each other, looking for someone to object. But no one did.

“Good,” Eddie said with a grin. “Now where was I?”

“The black adult dragon,” Erica said.

“I knew there was a reason I liked you,” he replied with a grin. “So this dragon, right...”

*

Steve smiled. It was going to be a lot harder not to just kiss that happy smile off Eddie’s face, so he sat down on the sofa to admire his enthusiasm.

Robin hopped down next to him. “You don’t have to worry about anyone. I made sure of that.”

Steve smiled at her. “I’m glad I have you and Eddie to look after me.”

“I wouldn’t share you with anyone else,” Robin said solemnly.

Steve kissed her cheek and went back to watching Eddie enthusiastically explained his ideas and answer questions from the players.

He had been afraid he had ruined everything with Eddie with that little kiss. But he couldn’t stop smiling every time Eddie glanced his way. He knew that he would be forever grateful that with that little bit of loss of control he had accidentally slipped into something quite like love instead.  

[estelofrivendell]

Greetings,

You are taking requests for LOTR correct? Can I ask for a specific request with Aragorn, Legolas and Boromir?

Reader insert (or OC insert or whatever) has a very unique and pirate like hairstyle. Their hair is messy, kinda dirty, and completely adorned with beads, golden or silver clips; basically like from Pirates of the Caribbean. //clearly it’s obvious I’ve just recently watched it-//

They don’t necessarily have to BE a pirate (but they could if you’re interested in that path ;})but I think that since hair is seen as something very important- especially with elves and dwarfs- people would have a lot of emotions towards it such as curiosity or fascination. Thank you!

From yours truly, me 💚~

A/N: I tried watching POTC and just... didn't like it. I didn't like Elizabeth and found Will extremely annoying, I hope I try to do your request justice, since I made this general.

ARAGORN, LEGOLAS AND BOROMIR WITH AN S/O WITH MESSY HAIR

ARAGORN

You know how general consensus in LOTR fandom is Ranger Aragorn's hair being infinitely better than his hair the moment he became king? I think he would have the same idea for you if you decided to do your hair and tamed it even if it was just for one time. Untamed messy hair is nothing to him, though the beads and clips you would put on caught his attention and he would ask you where you got them from.

So if your hair ever stayed flat for just one second and he saw it, his reaction would be the gif I put. He never imagined you with tidy hair that the sight looks so strange and he honestly prefers you with the messy hair everyone knew you had.

LEGOLAS

You and Legolas would be seen as a bizarre pairing to others around you. Can you imagine an elf with perfect hair being with someone who has the opposite of perfect hair? He seems the kind to me to make fun of others with extremely messy hair at first until he matured in that sense, but he will never not find messy hair bizarre. He couldn't take his eyes off the beads and would never admit that he wants his own to put on his own hair. As an elf, he's bound to think those beads mean something significant, and is genuinely confused when you tell him they don't mean anything and you put them for your own enjoyment. Also Legolas is bound to feel curious and touch your hair whenever he felt like it.

BOROMIR

He's in the middle, between Aragorn and Legolas. He's not as used to people with hair that can't be tamed as say Aragorn, but he knows they exist unlike Legolas and doesn't have dramatic first impressions about it. He's a soldier and spent so much of his life defending Gondor and they don't come home with hair that looks like it just had conditioner on, lol. He'll assume you do a lot adventuring and your own things that don't leave enough time to comb your hair and doesn't ask a lot of questions, if any, but was interested when he learned how your hair just can't stay flat no matter how long you brush it. I can see your hair becoming his favorite part about you over time, however.

[shining-scion]

Ok, here’s my thoughts/review on Pirate101 as a newcomer/someone who just beat arc 1.

I wanna start off by saying I did, overall, have a lot of fun with this game. I did. That being said—

The first thing I think is really worth addressing as a problem is just how… culturally insensitive this game gets. I’m not an expert on any of this stuff, and with Wizards I’m not sure how much is noticeable until at least Krok, but I noticed some stuff almost immediately here that I— while not an expert— am concerned about. Perhaps that’s because I’m older. I did start my Wizard playthrough very young.

First of all, the whole class of witchdoctor, the aesthetic… probably needs to go. I can tell it’s being sourced from “piratey” media, (wasn't the plot of one of the POTC movies that Jack Sparrow got tied up with a voodoo doll in some manner?) but it’s outdated and while I can’t speak for the cultures it affects, I’ve seen people speak out against using similar tropes. I’ve personally just replaced the class altogether in my own headcanons, but I don’t think Pirate has the budget or means to overhaul a whole class, and headcanons don’t fix canon, so I’m not sure what can be done here. I’m not an expert.

I can tell that, in general, much like Wizard, Pirate is a melting pot of different sailing/odyssey/pirate pieces of media. “The Road to El Dorado” is literally a movie.

In general, I don’t mind the media inspirations being blatant. It’s fun to see what I recognize and how passing bits and pieces of different stories make their way into the Spiral, and when it’s done well I think it gives the universe this really fun bizarro world vibe. The issue lies in the fact that popular culture is full of stereotypes, and it’s clear that those stereotypes were taken as face value and just seen as “tropes”— which, yeah, a stereotype is often used as a part of a trope, but that doesn’t make it ok. At all. Both games would need a serious rehaul to make some of this stuff passable, I’m sure.

In addition to the witchdoctor class, the whole entirety of Cool Ranch was really just awful to Native people, and so was the literal opening questline in Skull Island. Wizards has this problem at times too.

In general, Spiral worlds have a problem where they don’t take enough creative liberty from their source IRL locations. I wonder if they might have at least a little bit of an easier time with this stuff if they took the time to worldbuild each… well, world, until it’s a distinct thing from its source. They did so fairly well with Dragonspyre, and multiple pieces of fiction do the same, so I don’t see why they couldn’t except for maybe their “one world a year” cycle kind of stopping them from writing things like that as much as they want.

TDLR: KI, YOU NEED A SENSITIVITY READER. “IT’S FICTION” IS NOT AN EXCUSE. THOSE ARE REAL STEREOTYPES AND REAL HARM. YOU SHOULD BE DOING AS MUCH AS YOU CAN TO PREVENT PERPETUATING HARMFUL STEREOTYPES IN THE FUTURE.

I just wanted to hold space for that topic, because it’s important, and it’s probably my biggest worry above all else. I don’t know everything but it seemed worth mentioning.

Transitioning onto the brief background context I do have with this game, since that will affect my view…

I played Pirate101 once as a kid— in 2012, when it launched. My stepsister and I crowded around the home computer and waited with baited breath as we saw another side of the spiral for the first time…

I never got past like, level 3, and that first character currently says she’s “adrift in the spiral” on the loading screen so I can only assume she got shot by the Armada or something horrible. Anyway—

The idea of playing again was something I’d turned over in my mind as I got back into Wizards. Now that I was older, I figured I’d be able to grasp it better than I could as a kid, and I’d be able to pay for my own sub, as well. After a bit of thinking, I went for it. I’d heard a lot of things about the game’s current state, but I decided to try and push that out of my mind as much as possible and meet it on its own terms. I wanted to give it a fair shake and I wanted to experience it with all the unbridled joy I know it would have given me as a kid, without worrying about how the later content would or wouldn’t compare.

I’ll give the game this— I LOVE THE OPENING. Maybe I was just excited to cross the long awaited item off my list, or maybe my inner child was just giddy to start a new adventure in my favorite fictional world, but I could not stop smiling and laughing from the moment the curtains opened to the minute I landed in Skull Island. Escaping the ship was exciting, seeing the Armada was SO COOL— I can see why they’re a fan favorite 101 villain— and the way I got to pick my backstory was unique. When I realized a Swashbuckler was much the same as a Storm wizard, I was really happy to see that picking the choices that seemed to speak to me (in wizards, questions about my personality, here, what I thought would make for a cool backstory) landed me with a playstyle I favored. It’s a small, coincidental thing, but it worked and I settled into things fairly quickly.

…I did also notice that the game was a lot rougher around the edges. Small things, really— the bloom is a little too bright, some models aren’t entirely animated in the face, things like that. I didn’t mind, and honestly? It just reminded me a little bit of classic Wizard, and it grew on me within the hour.

There were a few glitches that have and continue to persist. The dialogue box when Boochbeard is psychically communicating with you, or your companions are talking while you’re doing something, is covered by the crowns shop symbol unless the menu is opened. This was a… mild problem for me, as I have an auditory processing disorder and need that text to understand what’s being said to me. As well, every time I was shown an image, it would be cut off and shown halfway above the screen. I never got to see the face of my mother. That sounds horrible out of context. Anyway—

I really enjoyed the moment you walk up to the dock in Jonah Town and see your parent’s ship. I think my little part of the game was how the chase to El Dorado often felt like you were moving in step with your parents, running beside them and only separated by time.

There’s a weird feeling of legacy and it all feels really grand in a way Wizard doesn’t. They’re both, objectively, stories about growing up and taking your place in the world, but the Young Wizard is not attached to the Spiral in the same way the Pirate is. If I were to name the difference, I’d say Wizard is about Destiny and Fate, while Pirate is much more about Legacy and Heritage. The Wizard is guided by the stars, the Pirate is guided by the echoes of the past. They’re both very different ways of addressing and justifying the great journey, but I think they work in step with each other.

Another thing that I think was done SUPER WELL is the sense of SCALE. Especially, docking at Mooshu made me realize that if anything, I hadn’t explored CRAP of the worlds I was going to. I was basically saying I explored a whole country when I was really just going to the capital. The travel times were boring and a little egregious at times, but I think they were overall needed to give a sense of just how big the Spiral really was. When you look at the illustration of the cosmos, it can almost seem sort of small, but that’s not the case at all and Pirate really wants to remind you of that.

Gear wise, I knew it was gonna be more open ended, but OH GOD. I wasn’t expecting what I got. I was waiting for a waterworks, or the Kane dungeon to be like Darkmoor, but it wasn’t like that at all. The openness was daunting, but eventually I really just pressed into the agility and attack stats, and I came through fine. Managing my companions was a little bit more of a daunting task, and I eventually realized that even on a normal playthrough, you needed to know how EVERY class played so that you could spec your companions accordingly. There’s a lot to keep up with and I don’t think the fact that I was treating it like Wizard102 helped. It took me until about Aquila to really have an idea of what I was doing.

As for Ship Things— coolest part of the game. I am REALLY impressed with how well it plays especially for the engine and when it was coded. The skyboxes are gorgeous, the fact you can run around on your boat and even get a little cabin was a pleasant surprise, and I liked the nods to Wizard’s spells with the ship combat attacks. I did play through the whole game with a partner and often rode with her, so this might not be an issue for others, but my nautical level was severely underleveled almost the entire game. I’m only on Sinbad part 1 now, but to my knowledge, I’m past the part where sailing is useful.

Now, as for purely story stuff…

This was Blind Mew’s game. I’ve heard a lot about him as a writer during my time on Wizblur, and I know he has pretty strong influence in Wizard now, but I wanted to see his writing “in his element”, so to speak.

…I really enjoyed it. I could tell that a lot of story beats were planned out in advance, with an idea of how and when exactly things would tie together. There was a thematic idea through the entire game and it stuck to that— the idea being of freedom, and choosing to seek redemption.

It was really interesting to hear this sort of idea of “redemption is an action an individual chooses to take— and it doesn’t always mean forgiveness or being allowed “back in”— it just means the person tries to do better.”

A lot of redemption arcs in the current day are very… uh… Catholic about it? You must Grovel and Suffer and Atone and only once you have Suffered and Killed All The Old Parts Of You can you be considered worthy. Pirate doesn’t do that. It kind of just says that at any point, someone can decide to turn around and do something different, and you should always give people the chance to TRY.

I know Valencia part two was rushed, but I think even then it was really good. Kane did something I really appreciated with was take the theme and add an addendum:

People can decide to turn around and do better at any point, and they deserve to be offered that chance, but some people will refuse to do better.

Kane SHOOTING HIS OWN HEART really tied a bow on the message for me. You could probably argue “well, could he really be blamed for that if he didn’t have the conscious to tell him it was the right thing to do to accept it?” But I really don’t think the whole nature of AI and how they think thing matters here.

The ending was great. I adored how all the companions sort of came to your side in the end and even explicitly said that they were your family. I’m not sure Wizard ever has a moment where an NPC says something that… close and caring to your PC.

Overall I enjoyed the chase for the map pieces, and chipping at the Armada’s elites was really well done. I wasn’t expecting them to treat the Marleybone war with so much gravity, but they did it about as well and as seriously as a kid’s game could. The finale with Rooke at the end was amazing, the atmosphere was really well done and Rooke died to my partner’s crab, which was just… peak 101 game comedic timing.

I also really loved the “GO GO GO AND GET OUT” way they structured Valencia part 1 and 2. I was genuinely tense and nervous in part 2, wondering if being Spiral Spain’s Attaché was even going work. Being so close to Kane and watching him get SCOLDED for daring to touch me was incredibly satisfying. I wish there was more time for Royal court shenanigans so that I could get to see Kane glaring at from across the room more, but I suppose that’s what fanfiction is for.

In terms of story execution and story execution purely, I’d give arc 1 an 8/10. Every beat was there when it needed to be and early actions affected the long term narrative, which was nice to see. With some Wizard worlds I do feel like they suffer from “this could have been an email” disease, but my time was less wasted in Pirate.

…Now, as for Sinbad…

I have unfortunately noticed the increase in insane difficulty, and an increase in glitches. Last night my partner and I tried to do the tower in Mooshu to find Sinbad, and we were in there for two hours, only to get teamwiped and find no dungeon recall. I understand Pirate was made to be harder than Wizards, but that is just straight up unfair for mainline content, I’m sorry. As well, a promotion quest my partner did had enemies that were almost level eighty. If the level cap is seventy, how in the WORLD is that fair?

It didn’t bother me so much initially, but now in the endgame it really does— how much is locked behind a timer. Oh, you want to level your pet? You have to constantly be starting timers for their training, and logging in regularly to stop their training and start a new one even if you aren’t playing. If your companions get injured they’re unusable until they’ve recovered, which is mostly fine in the early levels, until they need ten hours to recover at level seventy. If you’ve been trying to fight something for ages, and you keep dying, all your companions will be bedridden and you just— can’t play anymore. It reminds me of those really formulaic mobile games where everything is on a timer and progress is so, so slow that you maybe get five minutes to do things a day. Sinbad feels impossible right now because I’ve pretty much run out of ways to improve or maximize a stat to make it easier. There’s no team up either— so am I just supposed to hope I can figure out how to cheese a rigged combat system?

I am still, overall, interested in Pirate101. I want to support the game and allow it to come back to life like the developers have been trying to do. I am interested in what’s next for the story and how they’re going to expand or do something differently from the Armada. I can understand reused assets from Wizard, I can understand a few glitches or bugs, but if I can’t keep up with the gameplay, none of that matters.

It’s possible I just suck at the game. I came for the story and for the most part, I did get to experience that. It was really impressive to see how well it stood up against Wizard— it didn't feel like an aside or lesser, it had its own identity and part of the Spiral.

I’m not sure how to end this review other than… like, I can’t tell KI how to make their games, but please have a little bit of mercy. Wizard is fairly forgiving and I understand wanting to make a harder game, but there’s hard and there’s challenging. Pirate101 is not challenging me, it’s hitting me with a brick inside of a sock. I think it really needs some balancing help.

Adoring the amount of badass coats to pick from, though.

[johnbly]

for the ask game: 6, 11, 22?

6. i struggled with, but triumphed over: i can't claim to say i remember how writing this went bc it was years ago but trying to forget the flames was for a holiday exchange. it's the only fe4 fic i've written (save a cobweb-covered wip for my boy eldigan) and it was for characters i wouldn't have written otherwise AND there was some description stuff going on so

Erinys finds herself beginning to anticipate Silvia’s moves. Perhaps dancing isn’t so difficult after all. The motions on the ground control Erinys in the same way that simple nudges of her pegasus’ flanks control the flight. Without thinking, she adds in some of her own flair. A bend of the knees here, a twist of the chest there… It takes her several seconds to realize that Silvia is no longer guiding her. As soon as Silvia had noticed Erinys finding the rhythm, she’d stepped back to fully feel her own. Rather than falter, Erinys continues to sway. Her movements are uncertain and a little clipped, but she’s beginning to understand what Silvia finds in the activity. After all, how many times has Erinys taken her pegasus for a ride to clear her thoughts?

11. characters i want to write more in the future: well it goes without saying that more potc things are desired. i need to write an elizabeth and james fic at some point. but i'm gonna go with The Lads because i do love them. will there be more dragons with them in the future? possibly. who knows. But Lads.

“Do you know anything about dragons?” Hornblower asks. Bush blinks. “Dragons, sir?” “Yes, Mr. Bush. Dragons.” “Almost nothing. My youngest sister finds them interesting, but I don’t remember much of what she’d say about them.”

22. something blissfully self-indulgent: ok so in a sense this whole fic is self-indulgent bc like five people in the world like him. but. from the fallen knight aka my 19k fernand study aka a good deal of the reason why i need you to play echoes and the deliverance dlc

“There will be no dragging anyone out of the castle tonight,” he promises. “That is, unless Clair embarrasses herself or Clive while mingling with the other attendees.” Clair’s cheeks pinken. “I’ll have you know that I can socialize perfectly well, thank you. And you’re in no position to lecture me on it, since all you ever do is stand around with Clive.” “Touché.” There’s no heat in his voice, not like when she’d thrown Clive’s words about his preference in women back at him. Fernand’s lack of interest in pointless small talk is something he owns, not keeps quiet. “And yet, here you are, standing with us.”

excerpt ask game!

[kylesvariouslistsandstuff]

Once again, I take most news from scooper sites like DisInsider with a grain of salt... But some new particular claims they've made are interesting.

When one of their owners was asked about what animated projects - no specific studio, be it Walt Disney Animation Studios or Pixar - were in the works, the answer was... A new princess picture that's in early development, and a "pirates" movie. Supposedly an animated PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN project was in some form of development, and that it's unknown whether this "pirate" project is that or an original story about pirates.

No word on the Middle East-set fantasy film that Suzi Yoonessi had been attached to for so long, that could've come out this year... But then again, we know about that one's existence. The "princess" movie and the "pirate" movie, not so much.

Honestly, I'm down for an animated pirate movie from Disney, be it a POTC movie or an original project. A couple months ago, I posted about the upcoming live-action POTC reboot, and shared an idea I had:

My ideal PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN film would be animated. With designs based on Marc Davis’ exemplary concept art and resembling a 1960s Xerox-era Disney film, like a high seas JUNGLE BOOK or something incorporating the original 1967-era music of the ride. That’s what I would make, although I don’t know if the public would fly out in droves to watch that, lol.

But it'd also make for a solid animated adventure movie, because I'm always down for that kind of thing. I think WDAS sometimes does the straight-up adventure movie pretty well when they aren't doing musicals, and a high seas one is kind of a no-brainer. Former Disney director Chris Williams showed that in spades with his THE SEA BEAST. Even though that was a Netflix movie produced at Sony Imageworks, it felt like an old-fashioned Disney adventure movie out of the '50s or '60s rendered in up-to-date CGI.

As for the other movie, well... Another princess is always inevitable, there's always a new one to join the pantheon. The last one we had was Raya, and her movie wasn't a musical, which was a welcome change of pace. Wonder if the next one follows suit.

But again, that's all rumor-mill stuff. After all, this same site did say that WDAS was making an adaptation of BLUEBEARD and Pixar was making a movie called SUMER. And that's just the tip of that iceberg, there's always some project that gets reported that was never happening in the first place, or there was some misunderstanding from within the trenches. Like how MOANA was at one point reported as THE NAME GAME, a South Pacific-set adaptation of the Rumplestiltskin story.

I would love for there to be an animated pirate movie from WDAS, though. I would also love it if WDAS looked at a picture that didn't through once, and try again...

It happens... TANGLED's origins are in attempted RAPUNZEL adaptations from the late '90s/early aughts. THE LITTLE MERMAID and BEAUTY AND THE BEAST were once considered by Walt himself decades before they became a reality. THE SNOW QUEEN was worked on in the early 2000s, a long while before FROZEN became a thing... No reason they can't dust one of those movies off once more and try again.

I know a lot of Disney fans online continue to mourn, say, a project like GIGANTIC, their attempt at a feature-length JACK AND THE BEANSTALK set in a sky-world of giants. I'm still baffled as to how they couldn't turn KING OF THE ELVES into a feature, and COSMIC 3000 is a film I wish would've happened. Would've been a galactic banger, I feel. Plenty of unmade stuff in the morgue to choose from, if they're short on new ideas, eh?

Oh well, whatever moves forward, moves forward. Maybe D23 tells us later this year...

[rmwb-fanfics]

Sorry I'm a bit late to the party - what type of fanfiction do you write/currently write? You mentioned an RU fic?

Morning/evening/afternoon anon! Thank you for asking, hope you’re well.

Well, I write a lot of fanfiction, (Pirates of the Caribbean, Jurassic Park/World) but the only stuff I post is for Harry Potter.

I have two fics posted, both in a WIP state. There’s one other that I haven’t posted and I’m waiting to be finished before uploading, here is the list.

Available:

Regretfully Uncaring (RU)

My long fic. My baby. I looooove it with all my heart. Currently rewriting/editing the vast majority of it because this was really my first proper toe into creative writing, and as it’s gone on my skill set has improved considerably and, as I say in the summary on AO3, I want the story to be as accessible and enjoyable as it can be to the most amount of people.

It’s a werewolf fic, but it’s also a lot more than that. As the name implies it’s about regret. The name actually comes from something an addict I know told me, where when you’re hooked on something you regret your actions but you can’t get yourself to care. It’s about learning how to love again. It’s about acceptance, revolution. But really it’s about addiction. I say all that from the perspective of the author. It’s a ton of other things and my readers get different stuff out of it I’m sure.

It’s an ensemble cast story, so the perspective shifts quite a few times per chapter. I think there’s something like 20 characters that each lead a role at some point. Plenty of pairings, but the focuses are Harry/Ginny and Ron/Daphne. There’s time travel, there’s world building, the entire plot is essentially original and that’s why it’s my Bebe.

Because Regretfully Uncaring is a test run. Once the tournament concludes in chapter 28/29, it’s basically just a Harry Potter version of my original work that I poke away at. I want to make movies someday, and maybe Hollywood and general audiences as a whole will be more up to some original stories and less remakes/sequels because fuck I have so many ideas and this really is one of them.

FFN | AO3

Big thanks to @curse-04 and @muib92 who I can’t tag for some reason. Their genuine interest in what I’ve written has kept me going through so much, more than just writing. Even if you’re the same person with an alt account, I appreciate it.

A Short Life Full of Long Years (ASLFOLY)

Yeah so I don’t have as much to say about this one. Only reason it isn’t a one-shot is because my brain can’t just let things end so here we are. It’s a post-war soul bond fic, again: Harry and Ginny are the focus here. Together they go travelling in search of Andromeda and Teddy, who have gone into hiding in the muggle world somewhere in Europe. They have a vague map without any marked destinations, oh, and a vengeful Death is after Harry since his survival in the forest. I really wanted to explore what a soul bond post HBP/DH would look like, and I’ve enjoyed myself so far. Eventually, if I feel like it, they might become a secret agent duo. At the moment I have very little plan for this story, i just like writing it as it goes. People have loved it so far, so there’s that.

FFN | AO3

Biggest thanks to @fizzyginfizz for leaving the best review I’ve ever received on any story, let alone ASLFOLY. I still think about it.

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So yeah that’s what’s uploaded, that’s what I tend to talk about. The stuff I won’t post is pretty simple.

My PotC fic is a follow up to the fifth film that explains Davy Jones and Jack’s actions in the Sea of Thieves portion of the story line. It’s pretty good and I’m thinking I might eventually post but there’s only like 20k words at the moment.

My Jurassic Park/World fic is just a rewrite of the latest film. Call me stupid or whatever but I was hella invested in the Jurassic story and I was looking forward to the conclusion/follow up after Fallen Kingdom. But *NO* they had to FUCK IT UP. Anyway it’s pretty damn good as a story but I will never ever post this one because no one is learning about my obsession for Jurassic Park that intimately.

Thank you for asking anon and sorry for rambling. Going to grammar edit this now, have a wonderful day.

[apieters]

“Pirates” vs. Pirates

So I’m currently reading The Republic of Pirates by Colin Woodard and it’s a fascinating history about the very small world of the Golden Age of Piracy. Apparently, all the famous pirates of the age—Samuel “Black Sam” Bellamy, Charles Vane, Henry Jennings, Benjamin Hornigold, and Edward “Blackbeard” Teach/Thatch—all knew each other. Their real-life stories are fascinating, truly worthy of a series all their own (Yes, I know Black Sails exists. No, its portrayals of these real historical figures according to its wiki are not historically accurate in the slightest—you don’t need to change anything to make their stories interesting).

We all “know,” cognitively, that real piracy is very different from the movies, but I started thinking of how exactly it was different, and trying to identify what my childhood fantasies of “piracy” actually were. And I’ve come to the conclusion that I never actually wanted to be a pirate—I wanted to be Jim Hawkins from Treasure Island.

I’ll explain (because that’s what we do on Tumblr).

Real piracy, from Woodard’s description, was basically getting mugged on a boat. The pirates would show up, maybe fire a cannon or two, but usually not even that—they’d sail up to you or find you gathering fresh water and fruit on a tropical beach, be bristling with weapons, point them at you and say, “Empty your pockets ships holds.” And the poor merchant vessels (disproportionately Spanish for historical geopolitical reasons) being targeted usually did what you’re supposed to do in a mugging—give up their wallet cargo and get away with their lives, and like most muggers the pirates were more than willing to let those people go, taking the money and running.

And whatever I had in mind when I thought of pirates, I wasn’t thinking about the nautical equivalent of a guy in a black leather jacket and beanie hiding in an alley and then drawing a knife saying, “Give me your wallet!” (Yes, that’s my image of a mugger—thankfully, I’ve never been mugged).

The most pirate-y pirate I’ve seen on-screen is Captain Jack Sparrow of Pirates of the Caribbean fame—he is actually portrayed doing sketchy things like picking pockets and stealing boats, and lying to/manipulating people for his own personal gain. But here’s the thing—he never mugs anyone. In fact, he only steals from an “innocent” person’s pocket once, when he steals the bribable dockmaster’s purse off his desk in the first movie. What Jack Sparrow actually does—what all the pirates spend most of their screen time doing in the PotC franchise—is hunting for Maguffins magic treasures. They’re not pirates—they’re treasure hunters. And according to the PotC wiki, this is true in the prequel books, too—all the stories are about treasure hunting, not mugging merchant vessels. Jack Sparrow was never a real pirate—he was and is an edgier, funnier Jim Hawkins, the 12-year-old main character of Robert Louis Stevenson’s Treasure Island.

We shouldn’t be too surprised—Treasure Island is the Trope Codifier for pirate stories, and it’s all about, well, looking for treasure on a tropical island. No merchant vessels were harmed in the making of that story. In fact, there is only one ship—the Hispaniola—that appears in the story at all. So of course the big “pirate” movie franchise is going to portray “pirates” doing what “pirates” do in stories—looking for treasure.

Yeah, it’s sanitized and romaticized, but comparing the fiction to Woodard’s more historical book, an early-18th century treasure-hunting story really does have all the benefits of real piracy without the drawbacks: real piracy really was lucrative, and if a pirate wanted to quit while they were ahead and make some wise spending choices they could go from being a literal beggar to being upper middle-class literally overnight. Treasure-hunting gets you, as a character, the same rags-to-riches prize to drives the story, but without the inconvenience of, you know, shoving a flintlock pistol in anyone’s face (sometimes you have to for self-defense, but never to get the treasure itself). Plus, in a treasure-hunting story you get to be on a boat, wear cool/funny cloths, say “Arrrgh!” And hang out in the Bahamas, without the messiness of scurvy, weevil-infested ship’s biscuits, hurricanes, and the threat of getting arrested by the local governor and executed (unless the author decides to make any of those things a plot point. Authors are just mean like that). Also, the original owners of the treasure are never looking for it, unlike the historical European powers who considered the loss of a treasure galleon a Really Big Deal. And if you ever get into a fight, it’s always because someone else who wants the treasure too is saying “I’ll fight you for it”—in a certain twisted way, the violence in “pirate” stories is more like a sporting event than anything else, a competition between teams for a common prize. Even the “bad guys” of “pirate” stories aren’t thieves.

So do I fancy being a mugger and intimidating people to give up their wealth, even if I don’t actually kill anyone (many real pirates were surprisingly merciful to their victims)? Not really. I realize that as a kid (and, let’s be honest, we still dream of this every so often as an adult) I really just wanted to go on a pleasure cruise in the Bahamas in funny clothes, dig in the sand, and find a whole bunch of gold, silver, and jewels in a wooden chest. That’s the premise of Treasure Island and Pirates of the Caribbean. I don’t like imagining myself as Blackbeard or Sam Bellamy. I want to just be Jim Hawkins.

Thanks for reading—here’s a picture of my character Chris Carnovo, who started off both in-universe and in my imagination as a “pirate.”

[boltlightning]

i love elizabeth swann for a lot of reasons, but i especially love that she’s allowed to become a more active participant in the plot — without ever losing her heart.

potc is fun because the heroes and the villains all use the same tactics against each other. everyone makes and breaks deals to serve their own interests, regardless of how noble or juvenile. elizabeth starts as a spoiled noble, but like everyone else, she’s incredibly savvy. she’s already studied up on pirates. as the plot trudges on, she learns their game, she pursues selfish desires, and she does whatever she needs to, be that violent or morally dubious or otherwise. over the trilogy she goes from kidnapped damsel to pirate king; we’d call that a girlbossification these days. but she is allowed to feel things, even if it doesn’t fit the classic image of a bad ass pirate.

yeah she runs around in the best costumes in the series — all practical, period appropriate, and reflect her station (or disguise) as appropriate. she’s in battle wear for most of the series. yet she wants to get married! she wants a pretty wedding!!! she admits this in the same scene she mentions learning to use a sword!! it’s very good!!!!

every second elizabeth talks to beckett, she is as rude and belligerent as possible. there are no comments about how a proper lady would do no such thing. shortly later she kills jack. but she’s allowed to feel remorse over it. she knew it needed to be done but didn’t want to do it, and she carries the weight of that decision all the way to the end. she finds out her father dies in the worst possible fucking way ever, and she’s allowed to wail and mourn and seek comfort. she’s relieved to see norrington again, angry at him for his actions, and devastated when he dies. she argues with will when they both act behind each other’s back, and feels conflict over it for most of AWE.

she’s got all these complicated feelings on the back burner all the time. she’s allowed to fail. she’s allowed to feel bad about failing. she screams and cries and panics and pouts and snarks and it’s all completely natural. she is so unabashedly human.

becoming a pirate captain and subsequently king isn't borne purely of her own ambition, but because she does what needs to be done. it's empowering not because it shows how weak she was as a governor's daughter, but how she flows so seamlessly into pirate life because of it. her pragmatism doesn’t make her cold. her caring doesn’t make her weak. taking on a new mantle doesn’t make her become someone else. it’s her. it’s always been her. she’s just been through a lot. she just has a way to express it now.

i don’t know that i have a nice little bow to tie this point into. i just love that elizabeth is a strong character and gets to hold onto her empathy and femininity. it is never, ever played as a weakness or source of shame. shes not the best fighter or the most fearless leader, but she doesn’t need to be. she’s the heart of the series. i love her so much. long live the king

[wanderingchocolateeclair]

Fantasy AU lore masterpost:

It is finally here. The worldbuilding. The lore. This one is a long one, but there will be more posts to come. Buckle up friendos, this is a comfort au and I'm very enthusiastic about it. /lh

(oh. and another thing. if its not obvious for my comfort aus: my pirate au is heavily inspired by PotC, and this au is heavily inspired by LotR. They're both my comfort films/books so most of my worldbuilding has that vibe)

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World:

There are many kingdoms for each type of being.

Mountains, rivers, fields and flatlands, marshes, forests.

Giant castles and mighty vast kingdoms, and small villages and close safe kingdoms.

There are quite a few realms of the elves, many elven rulers in their respective kingdoms. Some are close, some are quite the distance from the next.

The same can be said for men and dwarves, but the humans have the least, simply because they make their kingdoms bigger (and also do not live as long-)

Fae folk have much smaller kingdoms and are usually quite hidden in forests or sheltered areas, there aren’t many kingdoms left.

Star fae no longer have any known standing kingdoms remaining.

There is a special mountain that has a beacon of light, which ensures peace, harmony, light and life throughout the lands.

This beacon is formed by a fallen star that- well- Fell. from the sky. And landed on the mountain.

One day this star started to crack because of the different lands and beings starting to fight with each other, the imbalance of harmony and such tore the star apart and it shattered into pieces.

(there is still a chunk of the star in the mountain, but without all of the pieces it cannot shine)

These pieces got taken or lost over time, kingdoms -both good and evil- snatching the magic for themselves.

Many hundreds of years pass and many folks have forgotten about the star crystals or pass them off as something that will never be found or returned.

Everything was okay until darkness started to emerge and take over the lands more rapidly.

That's when the main plot takes place!!

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Certain kingdoms are at war/don’t get along:

Elves vs fae - elves constantly try to hunt and capture fae for their magic.

Elves are the reason for the star fae “going extinct”, as they would kill them for their magic as they thought it would bring them closer to the stars.

Dwarves vs dragon shifters - dwarves typically only care for gold and resources. So do dragons and dragon shifters. They saw competition and try to wipe out and capture dragon shifters.

Humans have various quarrels with different beings and kingdoms just because they often fight over land.

Some kingdoms just don’t get along.

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Some are allies/protected by others:

Dwarves and elves are allies very recently trying to make amends with each other.

Dwarves swore to protect fae, by taking them in if need be and providing shelter.

Different beings:

Humans - beings that wield little to no magic. Often quarrel with other species, starting war over land and wanting more power and control.

Elves - (quite a lot more problematic than thought at first) Ethereal beings that -usually- wield a strong amount of magic. They worship light and stars, however will start fights to get what they want, especially wanting more magic (despite having a lot already)

Dwarves - beings that wield small amounts of magic and are known for their attraction to gold and their craftsmanship. All they really care about is finding good resources and gold, so they've started a few quarrels over that.

Fae - beings made up of magic, drawing their magic from their soul and utilising it in a way that is unique to them and the type of fae they are. They simply want peaceful lives but always seem to be at the receiving end of attacks and wars for their magic.

Shifters - a type of fae, whose magic allows them to shift into different types of animals, creatures, etc. typically stay out of the way of other beings and most others don't pick fights with them.

Dragon Shifters - a type of shifter who gets a separate category because of the sheer power they hold. Beings with incredible magic, the ability to sense others magical abilities and an intense attraction to gold and light. They utilise parts of both light and dark magic and have the ability to fix broken objects and things and seek out magic. Usually very respected by other beings.

Dragons - not the same as a shifter, these are purely just dragons. And they are seen as powerful and regal creatures who no one messes with. They are either respected or feared and it's usually both. Though, having a dragon on your side, shifter or non-shifter, is a very good thing.

Star fae - A stronger type of fae being, made up of magic and light drawn directly from the stars. They have the most powerful light magic. Almost entirely wiped out, there are a few left but most other beings think that they're extinct. Sought after for their magic, and a belief that drawing magic from a star fae will bring the person closer to the stars.

Wraiths - Shadow beings that wield dark magic and are born from the shadows. They only wish to spread more shadow and darkness, that is all they live for.

“Shadow elves/dwarves/men/etc” - beings that were taken over by shadow and darkness, often killed by wraiths and reborn as an empty shadow of themselves.

Dark elves/dwarves/fae - not to be confused with the above, this is just a term that some use to refer to a being that uses dark magic instead of light. In the timespan of the plot, dark magic users are seen as dangerous and not liked, but they're not always bad.

Wizards exist. they just exist.

“Soul watcher” - a being that passes as a type of wizard, and is relatively unknown. Has the ability to see into prophecies and communicate/heal the dead. They wield dark magic. Not much is known, but it’s said that when the time is right, they choose their successor to take over them and gain their powers. Can be any type of being :)

Magic:

Light Magic - magic drawn from light, usually the stars. Typically this spans over flowers and branches and leaves, warmth and wind, rushing rivers and water. Soil, healing, growth.

Dark Magic - magic drawn from the shadows and darkness. Typically this spans over the roots of plants deep underground, storm clouds, blizzards and deep bodies of water. Deep deep down in the earth. Also has the ability to heal, just in a different manner. 

Shadows - the strongest source for dark magic

Stars - the strongest source for light magic

And that is all for now!!!

Don't worry, I have a story lore post coming up and also a design post, so please look forward to that <3

[anonymousewrites]

Pearl of the Sea Chapter Six

Found Family! PoTC Cast x Teen! Reader

Platonic! Will Turner, Elizabeth Swann, Jack Sparrow, Tia Dalma x Reader

Chapter Six: Outrunning the Pearl

Summary: Elizabeth, Will, and (Y/N) try to escape, and Elizabeth and Will see a new side of (Y/N).

            “You keep looking behind us,” said Elizabeth, glancing at (Y/N) worriedly. “I would have thought you would be watching the ocean go by at the front.”

            She had recognized for years (Y/N)’s fascination with the sea, so, while they were sailing, she anticipated their eyes would be trained on the water. Instead, they were looking at the clouds and fog behind them.

            “The wind’s changed,” murmured (Y/N).

            “What?” said Elizabeth.

            (Y/N)’s eyes narrowed as a dark shape emerged from the clouds. They turned and shouted at Gibbs and the crew. “The Black Pearl is here!”

            Instantly, the pirates were running to let down all the sails catch as much wind as possible.

            “Bloody ship is gaining on us!” cursed Anamaria, standing at command at the helm.

            Elizabeth looked behind them in astonishment. “But this is the fastest ship in the Caribbean!”

            “Obviously not,” said (Y/N).

            Elizabeth grimaced and looked at Anamaria. “We’re shallower in the draft, right?”

            “Aye,” said Anamaria.

            Elizabeth gestured to the starboard side. “Can’t we lose them amongst those shoals?”

            “We don’t have to outrun them long, just long enough,” said Gibbs.

            “It’s the only plan we’ve got,” said (Y/N), looking at Anamaria. Even if it wouldn’t work, (Y/N) would rather fight than just wait to be caught.

            She nodded sharply. “Lighten the ship, stem to stern! Anything we can afford to lose, see that it’s lost!”

            The crew of the Interceptor hurried to throw barrels overboard, trying fruitlessly to outrun the Black Pearl as it gained.

            “Don’t throw the cannonballs!” snapped (Y/N) as someone nearly threw one over. They stood on the side of the ship and held the ropes as they watched the Black Pearl. “We’re going to need those.” The ship was drawing closer.

            Anamaria grimaced and looked at Elizabeth. “It was a good plan, up until now.”

            “Gibbs. We have to make a stand,” said Will. “We must fight.”

            “How?” said Anamaria.

            “With anything we have left,” said (Y/N), stepping forward. “Do you want to sit here and wait for Barbossa or do we want to be taken fighting? I don’t intend to be a coward.”

            Elizabeth, Will, Gibbs, and Anamaria stared at the teenager glaring at them all, and Will was once again struck by the look in their eyes, as wild as it was when they gazed at the sea, now focused and ferocious.

            “You heard them!” snapped Anamaria.

            The pirates jumped to it, firing cannons towards the Black Pearl. They struck, but the ship kept coming. If (Y/N) had to guess, the curse extended to the ship, too.

            “The Pearl’s gonna luff up on our port quarter!” alerted Gibbs. “She’ll rake us without presenting a target.”

            “Lower the anchor on the right side,” said Elizabeth. “On the starboard side!”

            “It certainly has the element of surprise,” said Will, nodding to Gibbs and Anamaria.

            “You’re all daft!” said Anamaria, wondering who the hell Jack had gotten involved with—a crazy man, woman, and teenager all on the same ship.

            “Daft like Jack,” said Gibbs, grinning. He turned to the crew. “Lower the starboard anchor! Do it, you gobs, or it’s you we’ll load into the cannons!” That got them moving.

            The anchor dropped into the ocean, and everyone on board tensed. The anchor hit a shoal, and the Interceptor jerked to a halt. The entire thing tipped to the side, and the ship swung around as the crew braced and tried not to slide with it.

            “Let go of the helm!” shouted (Y/N), holding onto a rope.

            Anamaria let go and allowed the ship to turn as it wanted, free of human control. The waves and momentum carried them around to face the Black Pearl. They were extremely close now. They couldn’t outrun the Black Pearl, so here they were, fighting. Both ships were ready with cannons and jeering at one another.

            “Now!” shouted (Y/N).

            “Fire!” ordered Barbossa.

            “Fire all!” cried Elizabeth.

            “Go!” commanded Will.

            Boom! Boom! Boom!

            Cannons exploded between the ships. Each metal ball landed in the hull of the other ship, blowing a large hole. (Y/N) watched until Elizabeth and Will pulled them back to stay away from the side being broken open.

            “We could use a few more ideas!” shouted Gibbs over the booms of the cannons. “Lass, laddie?!”

            “Make your own!” said Elizabeth.

            “We really should have made sure we had proper cannonballs before we sailed here!” said (Y/N).

            Anamaria narrowed her eyes and grabbed Elizabeth roughly. She pulled her pistol. “We can give them her.”

            (Y/N) lunged, but Will pulled them back. “She’s not who they’re after,” he said, swallowing as he came to a realization.

            Elizabeth looked down at her empty neck. “The medallion,” she breathed.

            “Will, don’t—” (Y/N) grabbed for him, but he ran away. “Will!”

            He dropped into the hull of the ship as it flooded. He needed to find the medallion, now.

            However, while he searched, the Black Pearl crew continued to fire. One cannonball hit the mast of the Interceptor, and it fell to the deck below. Elizabeth covered them as the wood fell and debris rained down on them.

            Barbossa grinned as the ship was crippled. “Pistols and cutlasses, men!” he ordered. “Koehler, Twigg, to the powder magazine!” It was time to board the Interceptor. “And the rest of you, bring me the medallion!”

            Grappling hooks swung onto the Interceptor, and the crew of the Black Pearl climbed over. Elizabeth grabbed a rifle and fired. (Y/N) picked up a fallen pistol and shot towards the pirates.

            Bang!

            The man jerked and fell into the water below.

            (Y/N) paused and waited for shock and disgust to settle in at their actions. Yes, the curse would let him survive, but his body was tumbling to the depths of the ocean, never to be seen again. That was as good as dead. However, (Y/N) felt nothing. They had fought on instinct to protect the ship, Elizabeth, Will, and themself. They felt like fighting.

            (Y/N) gripped the pistol tighter. There was no time for hesitation. These were bad men hoping to do bad things. (Y/N) wouldn’t force themself to feel guilty for acting on instinct.

            Bang!

            They shot again, side-by-side with Elizabeth as men crowded the ship. Unfortunately, the Interceptor crew was being overrun. The Black Pearl’s crew couldn’t die, and the pirates were swarming around.

            “Jack!” Gibbs exclaimed in surprise as Jack appeared, swinging across.

            (Y/N) looked over in surprise, but they were a bit busy fighting with Elizabeth against pirates, so they didn’t have time to pay attention to what he was up to. Several pirates grabbed at them and Elizabeth. (Y/N) kicked at them while Elizabeth rammed her empty rifle into them. Letting out an indignant and slightly fearful cry, (Y/N) thrashed against the pirate. A punch hit the pirate, who fell back. (Y/N) fell to the ground where two arms caught them and hauled them to their feet.

            Jack tutted and looked at the dazed pirate. “That’s not very nice.”

            (Y/N) slammed their foot into the pirate’s stomach, and he fell backwards into the ocean.

            “(Y/N)!” said Elizabeth, grabbing (Y/N) protectively as she spotted Jack. She narrowed her eyes. “You! Wretch,” she hissed.

            Jack looked at her bare neck. “Where’s the medallion?”

            (Y/N) and Elizabeth looked at each other.

            “Ah.” Jack saw the glance. “Where is dear William?”

            “Will,” said Elizabeth, looking back at the now-blocked entryway to belowdecks. She ran to a grate where hands were reaching out from below. “Will!” He was stuck below.

            “Elizabeth! (Y/N)!” shouted Will.

            While Jack noticed the monkey with the medallion, (Y/N) ran to help Will, not caring about whatever Jack was getting up to. Elizabeth and (Y/N) tried to push the debris from the grate.

            But then hands grabbed them. Elizabeth cried out, and (Y/N) thrashed against the pirates dragging them back.

            “Elizabeth! (Y/N)!” cried Will in worry.

            The pirates of the Black Pearl dragged the remaining crew of the Interceptor to the Black Pearl. (Y/N) fought against them, but they were roughly shoved back and hit the wooden deck hard.

            “Gents!” Everyone looked up at Barbossa as he loomed over Jack and stood with the monkey on his shoulder. “Our hope is restored!” He held the medallion over his head. The pirates cheered wildly.

            (Y/N)’s hope plummeted, and they looked at the Interceptor. Will was still there, in danger, drowning. (Y/N) couldn’t stand that, they wanted to help him, but they were stuck because of Barbossa and his men.

            Ragetti and Pintel had been assigned to watch the captives, and they circled the group with sneers. Pintel held his pistol tightly and glared.

            “Any of you so much as thinks the word ‘parley,’ I’ll have your guts for garters!” he growled.

            Boom!

            The Interceptor exploded from the gunpowder the Black Pearl had left there. Elizabeth gasped, and (Y/N)’s eyes widened.

            Will!

            “You godless pirate!” shouted Elizabeth, running at Barbossa.

            He grabbed her before she could hurt him. “Welcome back, miss. You took advantage of our hospitality last time. That was mighty rude of you.”

            “Let her go!” shouted (Y/N).

            Barbossa turned to look at the furious teenager, the only one who had been willing to speak up against him.

            “And who might you be?” sneered Barbossa.

            (Y/N) flinched back, but before Barbossa could take another step, a shout cut through the air.

            “Barbossa!” Soaking wet, Will stood by the side of the ship and held onto a rope.

            “Will,” breathed Elizabeth in relief.

            Will held up a pistol and jumped onto the deck. “She and the child go free!” he demanded. He was instantly negotiating to protect the people he cared about.

            “What’s in your head, boy?” sneered Barbossa, walking towards Will.

            “They go free,” repeated Will.

            Barbossa scoffed. “You’ve only got one shot, and we can’t die.”

            “Don’t do anything stupid,” groaned Jack pleadingly.

            Will leapt onto the edge of the ship and held the pistol to his own head. “You can’t. I can.”

            “Like that…” sighed Jack.

            “Who are you?” said Barbossa, frowning.

            “No one. He’s no one,” said Jack. “A distant relative of my aunt’s nephew, twice removed. Lovely singing voice, though. Eunuch.”

            I’m confused, does he want to use Will’s identity or not? (Y/N) was really wondering what Jack was doing. Maybe he wanted to use it to his own advantage and couldn’t do that if Will revealed it. That was the most likely.

            “My name is William Turner!” announced Will, shredding any last semblance of anonymity. “My father was Bootstrap Bill Turner. His blood runs in my veins.”

            “He’s the spitting image of ol’ Bootstrap Bill, come back to haunt us!” said Ragetti.

            “On my word, do as I say, or I’ll pull this trigger and be lost to Davy Jones’s locker!” said Will.

            “Name your terms, Mr. Turner,” said Barbossa sullenly.

            “(Y/N) and Elizabeth go free,” said Will.

            “Yes, we know that one. Anything else?” said Barbossa, rolling his eyes.

            Jack gestured to himself.

            “And the crew. The crew are not to be harmed,” said Will.

            That’s Will, always trying to do the right thing, thought (Y/N).

            “Agreed!” spat Barbossa.

            (Y/N) knew in their heart that Barbossa was going to fuck them over in some way.

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            Sure enough, as soon as they had found themselves near shoals once more, Barbossa men had grabbed (Y/N) and pulled them towards the plank. They thrashed against the men, but they were shoved towards the edge, and sharpened cutlasses prevented them from going back as they fought to keep their balance.

            “Stop it! Let them go!” cried Elizabeth.

            “Don’t worry, poppet, your turn is next,” said Barbossa.

            “Barbossa, you lying bastard!” shouted Will, trying to run forward. Pirates held him back. “You swore they’d go free!”

            “Don’t dare impugn me honor, boy!” snapped Barbossa. “I agreed they’d go free, but it was you who failed to specify when or where!”

            Will was gagged and pushed back to the other crewmembers.

            “Now, I would apologize, laddie, but if you follow pirates around, you gotta reap the consequences,” said Barbossa to (Y/N).

            “I hope your curse gets broken so someone can shoot you,” spat (Y/N).

            Barbossa let out a barking laugh. “Look at that, the civilized one has a tongue! A pity we’ll never hear it again.”

            Cutlasses poked towards (Y/N), and they backed up farther. They narrowed their eyes and glared at Barbossa. If they somehow survived this, they were going to make sure no one tricked them again. (Y/N) would not be a defenseless child.

            They turned and faced the sea. They took a deep breath. They jumped.

            (Y/N) fell below the waves, and as the water drowned the sounds of the pirates above, (Y/N) could close their eyes and push out all their fears and troubles before they faced their oncoming death. For just a second, (Y/N) floated, at peace.

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[jadedrrose]

NOOO IT WOULDN'T BE WEIRD it'd be cute!! but if it takes time then do law what uhhh do u even need for the yiga oc cosplay? the mask bananas and what else is it like those drawings u made a while ago? u did say u were going with. uh. nvm i forgot u mentioned the clothes i assumed u have em already,, don't feel nervous tho (problem: magically solved) people don't even think about it that much it's just us overthinking u can definitely go with ur oc :)

Ok that’s good to know!! I’ve never been to a con (I’ve almost gone like 3 times but something always comes up 😭) so I wasn’t sure but it seems like the one I’d be going to is very oc-friendly (if that makes sense)

I have some of the things I’d need, like I have a black long sleeve turtleneck I can use and then just normal black shorts. I’d need to get a mask and add the symbol, I’ll probably just buy red fabric and drape it around myself (in a similar style to Robin’s Onigashima Nami’s Wano ‘ninja’ outfit if that makes sense). I’m gonna get thigh-high black socks and wear them under some black sandals I have (kinda like that traditional Japanese style? Hiyori wears them I think), use more red fabric to make some accents, and do other small details. It shouldn’t be that hard, I think? I mean I made Elizabeth Swann’s red dress from potc 1 a couple years ago so I have some experience 😭. It’s also ironic I have a fake weapon thing for Halloween that’s in the exact same shape as the vicious sickle. So I’ll be using that.

Oh yeah I should mention this was gonna be my Halloween costume anyway so… I’m making it even if I don’t go to the con lol

ANYWAY… yeah. If I fail at least I already have Law’s hoodie and kikoku on hand lol

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barry being rafes crush growing up is everything to meeeee. he’s obsessed with this hard-working, rough around the edges man who spends one half of his time lifting heavy things down by the water (his first job after the army) and the other half slinging drugs for rich kids at parties. rafe can’t stop watching him and uses any excuse to bump into him and when he does he’s a bundle of nerves and can’t even speak.

and yeah i totally agree it all stemmed from potc and pirates and just men like that and barry is a perfect fit for rafes fucked up pirate fantasy❤️ i also think aswell rafe probably fell hard for billy in scream and when it’s pointed out by wheezie one day that “you do realise barry looks exactly like him?” rafe just laughs because he really is so predictable.

i think barry’s type is a bit harder to pin down tbh. he loves blue eyes and rafes especially. and blondes but rafe especially. i think barry just likes ppl that don’t really look like him and who he grew up with because i think he probably had a big family with loads of cousins and siblings who all shared the same dark hair dark eyes - although this is what rafe absolutely adores about him - and he probably got so bored of that and found the most beauty in blonde hair blue eyes tall rich- everything that he knew was out of his reach. and rafe fit that’s so perfectly and seemed so beyond him yet he gets this boy obsessedddd.

what do you think would be rafe and barry’s personal gay awakenings ? i always have the idea that barry was always rafes exact type it makes me giggle

pretty sure (but I'm not checking lol) in the very first rafebarry fic I wrote Rafe had a crush on Barry since he was a young teenager and I guess that's always stuck with me. Like in my version Rafe seen Barry around town working and was obsessed with watching him, always on the lookout, made trips to the cut hoping to see him & Barry didn't even know Rafe existed

but I definitely agree with Barry being Rafe's exact type. When I hear long hair, gold tooth, mean attitude my mind goes straight to pirates lol so maybe it happened while watching potc and seeing Barry for the first time was a dream come true

I've never really thought about Barry's! I suppose I always write him as super career focused, like I don't feel like he's ever been in a serious relationship or in love or anything. I kinda feel like it happened a little later for him, in the army, probably and he just shrugged it off because it wasn't a big deal and he had other things to worry about

idk if you have an idea for Barry I'd like to hear it (: