#c: blackbeard

[vocesincaput-arc]

I love them so much <3

[r4v-skeleton]

Tw: meansp0

C'mon, look at your friends. Aren't they all just better? Especially that one friend.

Do you see how determined she is to achieve her goal body? She eats healthy every day, she works out. She doesn't complain about it.

Don't you wanna be like her? Don't you want to get perfect?

Well if you want to be then you better move your fat ass and start doing something. Complaining isn't gonna make you skinny.

[avastyetwats]

Gone with the Inn

@fxckin-blackbeard

"I can't believe my trapped worked! Oh, Ed's gonna be so proud. Got us a good one here, didn't I? Sorry about this little guy." He apologizes to the dead prey in his hand, having just cut it from the trap he set overnight. He holsters his knife before dropping the squirrel into the brown sack, separate from the one that holds the numerous berries he found in some bushes earlier. "If this one worked, maybe the others--"

BANG.

A swarm of birds erupts from the trees all around Stede after that gunshot rings out. A gunshot that made his own heart jump into his throat, not only because it scared the shit out of him, but because of how close it was. Because of the direction it came from. "Ed..."

Dropping both sacks from his hands, Stede takes off in a run back towards the cabin where Ed had stayed behind while he came out to check traps and gather resources. He doesn't remember the last time he's ran so fast, if he's ever ran this fast, but the panic coursing through his veins, the adrenaline pumping through him, is what gets him back to the cabin within seconds. But just as he's about to emerge from the forest another gunshot rings out and he drops to the ground to take cover, hidden behind some bushes. After another second or two, Stede peeks out over the bush he's hidden behind and his eyes widen at what he sees out on the water. A large ship some miles out and an empty dinghy perched right on the sand. It's then that Stede notices movement on the right side of the cabin... a soldier comes from around the corner, movements slow and quiet as though to avoid detection, while aiming his weapon right at the window. At their bedroom window.

Stede doesn't hesitate. He surges from out of the bushes and the soldier turns just before Stede can grab him. Instead he grabs onto the soldier's rifle and uses it to push him up against the wall before kneeing him in the stomach. He drops to his knees and, using the butt of the rifle, Stede knocks the man unconscious and face first into the sand. He drops the rifle and heads towards the front only to realize his stupidity. How could he leave the weapon behind!? Idiot, Stede, come on! He berates himself before grabbing the rifle again, then he makes his way to the front of the cabin. "Ed!?" He calls out his name not once, but twice, as he approaches the steps and then more gunshots ring out, as well as screams. "Ed!? AHHH." Stede lets out a high pitched scream when a bullet flies right by his head, hitting one of the wooden support beams, but when he realizes it didn't come from inside the building, he looks behind him and finds another dinghy with more soldiers approaching the beach, still a good few minutes out but clearly close enough to shoot from afar.

"ED SAY SOMETHING IF YOU'RE ALIVE!" He yells over the gunshots from inside, knowing if he ran in, he'd be doing it blind considering he didn't know where the soldiers were or Edward even was. But the constant gunfire was a good sign, wasn't it? It meant he had to be alive and was still fighting.

...Is that smoke? Oh, god, REALLY?

[illuminated-in-darkness]

Ex-Allies Black Sails Musical Parallels | IX. XXI. XXVII.

I spent a year rewatching Black Sails and tracking all the bits of music that repeated at any point during the show, and my findings are reinforcing that Bear McCreary is a genius and this show should have been called 'parallels that will kill you over and over again'* (tag | chronological)

[chevril-glove]

Dreamed we drove past an store called something like Ineffable Auto Parts and a farm called Boyfriends Gentlebeard and one more I can't remember

[fevion]

Dear God pls I need some 🦋 friends!

18+ only (I will never encourage any type of disorder or sit and allow children into this disorder)

I'm tired of hiding everything and being secretive and want some people I can openly talk to, I have all sorts of social media and can make a chat or a group for multiple people 💖💖

[rrradiorrrebel]

Yuuuurrh, we outchea!

[mymultifandomhell]

stede just getting started while ed is ready to retire is soooooo

[error-elf-206]

You know the love that France(is) and Joan (of arc) have in Canon,

the sort of "I love you too much for what time we had together, I've never hated my immortality more then for it not letting me see you again/I'll remember you forever and every one shall know it, eventualy nowone will be sure you existed becouse my love mythologicalised you so much. "

Yeah I don't think france should be the only nation with that sort of thing. I think they all have like a 'you get One. no mockery, Promise' sort of thing cause all cultures have like a warrior or just a great person that got grandurised so much in death now nowone is sure they were real or myths.

I think scotlands/Angus' was William Walise. And I'm little stuck thinking of one's for the others.

[in-tua-deep]

I have a partially mentally crafted ofmd daemon!au rattling around in my head based entirely on the concept of “how fucked up would it be if Blackbeard were actually a co-creation where Ed was the human face and Izzy’s daemon was the ‘intimidating brutal daemon’ befitting of Blackbeard” which comes with even more codependency issues and ideas about ownership and souls

[strawberrysniffer]

Some headshots

I'm loving this season so far 😭

[shades-o-grey]

Lost my fucking mind at this

"Hiya, boys"

OUR FLAG MEANS DEATH (2022— ) Episode 2.07

[galaxydrcaming]

@hxlcycnx

“what?  that  you’re  a  sarcastic  little  asshole?”  blackbeard  sassed  back,  but  gave  a  grin  beneath  his  bushy  beard  to  show  he  was  kidding.  “stop  being  such  a  smarty  pants  and  help  me  throw  the  fishing  net  overboard.  jeez,  i  let  you  up  here  for  five  minutes  and  you’re  already  giving  me  grief.”

Gasping at his words, she reaches over to smack his arm, crossing her arms over her chest. "Excuse you, if you're going to be so horribly rude to me, then why should I help you?" She teasingly asks, pretending to huff and turn away from for a moment before moving closer to the fishing net anyways.

[avastyetwats]

The Pentleman Girate

Continued from here. @fxckin-blackbeard

Five glasses.

Five glasses of whiskey! Now that was something to be proud of, wasn't it?

...If Stede Bonnet had actually managed to drink five. That's what his impressive goal had been anyway, but he already hit the floor with just one drink in him. That was probably just as impressive because who is taken out by just one drink?

"The Pentleman Girate, Bede Stonnet. That's who!"

He hadn't meant to say that out loud.

In his defense the whiskey was strong and Stede had never really drank anything that strong before. In fact, he rarely drank at all, not even when he was still in Barbados. A drink or two here and there was fine, but becoming drunk? Wasted? Why, that was unbecoming. He lets out a scoff mixed laugh at the thought - or what was supposed to be a laugh anyway - because gods, aristocrats were ridiculous. He was glad to have left that life behind and peruse a life of dangerous adventure! Which included trying alcohol, something Stede always thought he'd be able to handle just fine, and hoped he would if at least to impress Ed, but alas... he did not handle it fine. He didn't handle it at all, really.

Because here he was on the floor with his arms out, claiming he was merely hugging the floor because... well, didn't everyone need a hug? Or everything at this point. "My ship is already floating, Ed. We're in it!" A friendly reminder, though not at all correct since they were in an unmoving and very grounded building that they were trying to turn into an inn. He feels Ed's hands on his body, lifting him up from the ground and Stede struggles to assist him. "It's not mmmade up! Luciusss told me. It means," He pauses as he walks with Ed towards the couch. He felt far more drunk on the floor than he did on his feet, probably because laying still made the entire room spin. He was fiiiiine. "It means..." He sighs in frustration before he snaps his fingers. "Before after everyone!" Then he hums. "No, wait..." He thinks again, grunting when he's sat on the couch. "Before... anyone else! That's the one." He beams. "And that's what you are, Ed. Before after everyone anyone else." He smiles so sweetly at him, his words meant to be loving, even if he completely butchered them.

"Funny that this is called a love seat, isn't it?" Now his voice sounds flirtatious, his grin matching, or trying to. "As though it were meant for us."

[scarysanctuary]

Yeah, don't mind me, just been walking around feeling weepy, like my hearts been ripped outta me and stomped on, I related to Ed too much in those 3 episodes, it was like being forced to look in an ugly, sad mirror that I'd had hidden away for years... I don't want to see myself nor for others to see me, it's all just very raw.

[unripe-lemon]

thats why im waiting for the you know who to do the you know what

if the successor to the nintendo switch starts selling games for 70+ dollars regularly i'm going to throw up