#for one the uwu being older thing for another i've never been FORCED to uwu so in fact i have NEVER uwu'd

[chemicalarospec]

Born to RAWR XD, forced to uwu :3

[kipperlillyforpresident]

kipperlilly otome isekai au?? 👁️👁️👁️

Thank you so much for enabling me to talk about this more, anon!! I've briefly talked about this AU before, but a Lot has developed in the AU since then.

(art by @godza & s7dn37 on artfight. . I will be interspersing this post with my art of her for enrichment. WHEN I WAS EDITING THIS POST IN MY DRAFTS i had all of the images like. placed alongside one another and the formatting was so nice. but tumblr has fucked it up and for that i apologize.)

For those who aren't familiar with the genre, an otome isekai is a story where the protagonist is transported into the world of a romance novel/otome game. This setting is almost always a vague medieval fantasy with nobility, political intrigue, and a poorly explained magic system. And romance, of course.

Elevator pitch on why I think this sort of story is good for Kipperlilly: I fundamentally don't think she can 'win' in the world of Spyre. She has correctly identified that the world has protagonists and that she is not one of them, and I can't really imagine a 'happy ending' for her where the Goddess who infected her with rage is now being worshipped as a uwu sapphic icon and where all of the systems that failed her remains in place.

Getting isekai'd into another world lets her play by a new set of rules - and this time it's not the 'rule of funny'. She can strategize and politically outmaneuver her opponents in this world.

I also think this would force her to do some self-reflection on her previous life in Spyre, and make her realize the things she took for granted.

(art by eimmii & kryspykreme on artfight)

Also, I made up a love interest for her. I'm trying to unlearn my deep bashfulness about introducing OC x canon stuff but I like him a lot. Her name is Jae-shin and she's the number one wifeguy.

More details on the specific circumstances of her isekai life + more art under the cut...!

After Dying As A Background Villain, I Woke Up As The Main Character!

When Kipperlilly Copperkettle dies in a rage ritual, she expects she'll be sent straight to Hell. Instead, she wakes up in the body of Lilliana Argent - the main character of a romance fantasy novel! A romance fantasy novel… which she never read. With only her wits and the vague memories of what Oisin told her about the plot, will she be able to survive in this new world?

This post is already long enough, so I'll only elaborate on this if there's interest in the topic - but for those familiar with the genre, my use of the world "villain" over "villainess" was intentional here! The villainess is an archetype pretty central to OI, but I think Kipperlilly didn't meet the qualifications for that in FHJY.

So. Kipperlilly thinks she's in Hell at first. Duh. Where else would she be? It's not what she thought Hell would look like, but... this is just some sort of test. They're calling her 'Lilliana', but... that's just humans making fun of her name like they always do. Certainly not the worst thing she's been called recently.

(art by @ladybugboots )

But then they start talking about 'Duke Argent' coming by, and she realizes with horror what's happening. It's that damn romance novel Oisin had been reading.

The one he read because it reminded him of Adaine Abernant. Fuck her entire life.

Copy-pasting from her artfight bio, here's the basic rundown:

Lilliana Argent was the main character in a novel called "For My Uncertain Future."

This novel was read by Oisin Hakinvar - a friend of Kipperlilly Copperkettle - exclusively because the character of Lilliana reminded him of his crush. Because of this, he talked to her about the novel and the parallels between the two women. Kipperlilly, who fucking hated Oisin's crush, did not pay very close attention to these rambles. Oops...!

The second daughter of the Argent family. Her parents were cold and cruel aristocrats and her older sister much the same - leading to her having a rather unloving and turbulent childhood.

Despite this, she grew up to be a very self-possessed young woman. The kind of girl who would choose kindness, even when it was hard. She was also a bit sassy, but in that Disney princess sort of way where it's kind of toothless.

Her family was about to confirm her engagement to Marquess Benjamin Shimmerstream, who she had been informally promised to since her childhood. However, right before this engagement was to be finalized, she had a very public Revelation from the Goddess at her 16th birthday party. Due to this vision, she was whisked away to study as an oracle at a magic school in the capitol, and she was never officially engaged.

Don't worry too much about the magic and religion and worldbuilding of all this - it's all very undefined and vague, in classic Otome Isekai fashion.

While studying at this magic school, she has an academic rivalry with Earl Oliver Varhall.

Shortly after she turns 18, she graduates from the magic school, and must now figure out what she'll be be doing with her life.

This is the point in the story in which one Kipperlilly Copperkettle gets transmigrated into her body!

(art by febblepebble and pantacatt on artfight)

In the original novel, Lilliana is involved in a love triangle with Benjamin and Oliver, as well as having to deal with prophecies and other magical nonsense. But in this version of events...

Once she's isekai'd into this nonsense, she very quickly decides to go by the nickname of Lilly. It luckily fits with the name of Lilliana, and it allows her to keep some connection to her original identity.

Lilly - despite being in Lilliana's body - does not have magic oracle powers. Her soul is doomed not to be special, after all. So she has to steal information from government officials and do some dramatic cold-reading BS in order to keep up the illusion of having oracle powers. It's fun! It leads to Antics.

In her original life, she was a halfling - meaning she was 3'4". She's now 5'3". It takes her a while to get used to this new body, and leads to many scenes where she's clumsy in a way that seems to be very romance-coded. Like, she's stumbling into the Original Love Interests arms. And she has to stop herself from yelling about how angry this makes her that she can't move like she used to in this stupid tall body. She does not care about this romance. She cares that she looks like an IDIOT.

Eventually, she gets used to the new body, but she's never quite as dexterous as she used to be. She'll never fully be at peace with this, but she's moved on the best she can.

She feels... complicated about this whole situation. She's lost her chance at ever having revenge against her enemies: her death has lead to their vindication. She won't ever get to humiliate them. She won't ever show them that - just for once - the world doesn't always have to revolve around them and what they think is right. She won't ever make them pay

those familiar with FHJY and what this means in less vague terms: views expressed by lilly are not always in line with views of the creator. we do not endorse everything she says. her worldview is twisted and limited and that's what makes her interesting. she was literally right about some things tho.

On the other hand... this is a world where she can actually win. In her previous life, she was trying to run a political intrigue campaign in a world which operated on rule of funny. She literally could never win, because the narrative wouldn't have any space for that. But here...? Things operate on a logic which she can exploit. Things actually make sense.

So, over time, she manages to find enjoyment in this world. She'll never be happy about the way things ended in her original life... but she can't change that. So she's making the most of this life she has. She is going to tea parties and banquets and balls and she is absolutely WINNING at the information game. She becomes a force to be reckoned with in the political sphere, and is able to rely less upon her ""oracle visions"" and more upon her mere reputation.

Also, I mentioned a love interest...! Enter Jae-shin Kim.

(art by meee)

Third child of a minor Baron. Even at a young age, he was exceptionally bright and studious.

At 8 years old, he was sent to serve as an advisor for Marquess Benjamin Shimmerstream, a boy around his own age.

At this point in his life, his role as an advisor was basically just him being a Legally Mandated Friend to the well-meaning but idiotic Benjamin. As he grows older, his role involves more clerical work, political maneuvering, and general strategic advice.

Benjamin is wildly in love with Duchess Lilliana Argent - a girl who he is informally engaged to. Lilliana, for her part, doesn't really care for him romantically, but does consider him to be a dear friend. She doesn't get to go out much, so she treasures any interaction she's allowed to have with the outside world.

As Benjamin's advisor, it's up to Jae-shin to... well... actually remember shit about Lilliana. Benjamin is in love with her, yes, but he's also an idiot and a bit self-absorbed, and can fail to take into account other people's desires. So it's up to Jae-shin to remind him that the Duchess despises lemon tarts and she enjoys fantasy novels and so on and so forth.

In the original novel, the fact that Jae-shin has to handle all of this stuff is played up for comedy. Standard hypercompetent secretary/maid/butler/etc trope. Benjamin abandons his duties to go on a date with Lilliana and Jae-shin has to redo his entire schedule. He's a fan favorite background character, but he's never going to be anything more then that.

When she's 14 she has the "I'm probably genderfluid but I have a job so idrc about that rn" realization.  She just... never really thinks it's something she could explore or pursue any further. So she decides to leave it at "somedays I'm a girl, but I don't really need to tell anybody that".

When Lilliana - now going by the nickname of "Lilly" - returns from her schooling, there's... a lot different about her. And most people don't seem bothered by that. She spent 2 years away from home! She's gotten oracle powers now! Of course she's changed!

Jae-shin... is not so convinced. Because sure, a lot of her changes can be explained away as a natural progression of personality. But there are so many little inconsistencies. She happily eats lemon tarts and she reads mystery novels and she's clumsier and she's tougher and she's -

She's just not Lilliana Argent.

He doesn't hate her. In fact, he finds Lilly to be a far more interesting person then Lilliana. But it is odd.

Lilly offers him a position as an advisor to the Argent Duchy, seeing that his talents are wasted in his current position. And Jae-shin decides to accept the position. But not without first asking who, exactly, his employer is.

She scoffs. "Myself, of course."

"My lady, I fear you misunderstand. I am asking who you are. For I am certain that you are not Lilliana Argent."

Reluctantly, she explains her situation to him. He promises complete discretion in this matter, and happily joins her as an advisor.

she was a faithful advisor to benjamin for all these years and made the one selfish decision to follow lilly, knowing how much it'd hurt him. augh.

He's also a huge asset in her 'scamming people into thinking she has oracle powers' schemes.

He falls in love with her extremely quickly. His entire character was constructed to be a Wifeguy (and occasional wifegirl), after all. He keeps this matter to himself, feeling that the best thing he can do with this love is devote himself to her without any expectations of reciprocation.

He loves a great deal of things about her, but her ruthlessness is his favorite trait ^-^ he can be a bit ruthless himself, and adores that efficiency and clarity of purpose.

In one of the occasions in which Lilly confides to Jae-shin about her past life, she mentions that she was deeply in love with her best friend Lucy. "she's bisexual i didn't know that dot jpeg", and they talk a bit about how gender and sexuality were viewed in her home world.

After this conversation, Jae-shin decides to tell Lilly about her being genderfluid. Lilly responds to this with support and by ordering numerous fancy dresses for Jae-shin. Jae-shin isn't actually a huge fan of dresses, but it's the thought that counts...!

After 3 years of working together, Lilly starts to fall head over heels for him. It's a he fell first, she fell harder sort of deal.

now he happily supports his cool and sometimes unethical wife ^_^

(art by rhymes, Glacıer and vivizsect on artfight).

if you made it this far: wow! thank you for listening to me yap.

Anyway this is what it's been like inside of my brain for the past few months. So whenever I see a bad post about KLCK or I'm reminded of the fact she was sentenced to eternal damnation because "she asked for it", I'm like wow that's wild. Thank goodness Lilly and Jae-shin and chilling happily tho.

[intothehawkseyes]

The Dancer in the Moonlight - Dracule Mihawk x Female OC/Reader (N.S.F.W)

hello, it's been 84 years... but i'm here to update this fanfic uwu

warnings: alcohol

word count: 3k

ao3, spirit (português)

if you are a new reader, you can find the first chapter here and welcome, i hope you enjoy it! to the older readers, i hope you forgive me for the late update and keep interested :( but the next chapter will be coming up sooner than this one and will be nsfw!

but, have a good read, and comments are greatly welcome and sorry for any mistake!!! <3

A legend was heard over the seas and on land about an event that changed the lunar cycle of an entire island. According to what was said, on a night of strong storm, a woman goes into labor at sea, alone, in a small sailing boat. Right after the first baby cry, the waves stop and the moon that lit up behind dense clouds begins to make room for the biggest star. Astonished, the island's inhabitants watch the postpartum woman return safely with the baby in her arms, while trying to understand how someone could survive in a small boat in the middle of a storm at sea, as they have never witnessed such a phenomenon. In addition to the miraculous birth, they also saw the sun entering the moon's front, leaving them even more open-mouthed. The most emotional ones say that the eclipse happened because the baby would be the “Heir of the Moon”, and the Sun was the first guest to visit her at her birth. And even within the legend, from that moment on, the location of the island simply disappeared from all compasses, preventing people from going after the truth, thus putting the child's safety at risk, as it was graced by a strange power coming from the Moon, and could attract a lot of malicious people. However, with the passage of time, the legend fell into the oblivion of adults and became just a story for children.

Even though there is no evidence as to the veracity of the correlation with the legendary island, as it is no more than a fictional story, there is actually an island named Gesshoku¹, which is well known for producing the best wines, and many believe that this one island is the same one present in the story and the speculation comes from the suggestive name that surrounds the natural satellite – so present in the legend – and the fact that it does not appear in any compass.

However, although it seemed complicated to go there, it is not difficult to find pirates who have visited Gesshoku Island, and it is said to be located on the edge of the Grand Line, at a point where the ocean waters are treacherous, making many vessels diverted to the Calm Belt, making the adventure extremely dangerous.

Regardless of what is real or fiction, whether there is any heir to the Moon with strange powers or not, I went to Gesshoku Island just for the wine.

Contrary to all the rumors surrounding arriving on the island at the risk of being thrown to a stationary place and loaded with kings of the seas, my trip was smooth, and I got there without any harm.

The first thing I noticed upon arriving was the hospitality of the locals. Everyone always with smiles on their faces ready to welcome each foreigner who docked their boats and ships in the port. With me it was no different, something that was not always the case as I was usually received by crossed and contemptuous looks. Still, I left my boat moored in a strategic, remote corner, always on the lookout in case something went wrong along the way.

I went there with the script already decided. First I would look for an inn to stay in, and leave my little luggage and soon after I would go to a winery to learn more about wine making and only then would I go out in search of information about the place and its customs. However, the energy of the island, which I hadn't identified right away, meant that plans were all put aside so that fate would define each visitor's itinerary. I was no exception.

The first sign that my itinerary was not going to work was when all the inns and hotels were full, I only got a place very far from the central area, which made me frustrated, but the room was clean, spacious and quiet, so I stayed right there. The second sign was that the wineries were closed due to a pest that had spread to almost all the vines, resulting in a considerable reduction in the production of wines.

Maybe I should have checked out of the inn at that moment, but I insisted, because the trip, although calm, had been long and I wouldn't waste money and time like that.

Resigned, I stopped in front of a bar and for a quick glance I saw a rather presentable cellar. I entered. And it was in this bar that I would come to know the lady of my life and the one responsible for my misfortune, even if she wasn't aware of it at that point.

♚♛

I was just sipping the wine, alert enough not to be caught off guard, but not enough to pay attention to the unrestrained in and out of the bar. I just wanted to relax and enjoy the moment of peace presented to myself after so many setbacks. However, my peace was shaken when, in a fraction of a second, and in the rare glances I gave the establishment's door, my eyes caught the figure of a woman who entered the place. She would be just another random customer that would leave my mind the instant she was no longer within sight of my eyes if it weren't for her imposing way of carrying herself. Something about her made my eyes nab at her image, maybe it was the elegant way of tucking a lock of hair behind her ear, or the almost sensual way of crossing her legs – quite attractive, by the way –, and straightening her posture as she sat in the front chair at the counter after ordering.

It was involuntary the way I followed her every gesture with my eyes. I can't explain it, but I just couldn't take my eyes off that woman. She chatted amiably with the bartender, like good old friends, and my curiosity and desire to get closer to her only grew as she tilted her head back to laugh at something the man had said to her. She was unusually different from other women, who carried themselves in a restrained manner, always hiding their mouths with their hands when they laughed. But that stranger didn't seem to care what others might say, she acted spontaneously, in such a way that it would be impossible not to notice her. Despite the flashy aura emanating from her, I seemed to be the only one affected there. I reined in my instincts and turned my attention to my wine, which no longer tasted so good, still intrigued that I had been so uneasy in the presence of this strange lady.

Though I tried not to look at her too much, I still wasn't able to contain the urge to take a few furtive glances in the direction she was sitting and talking to the attendant, condemning me for acting like a fool because she didn't seem to have the same interest in me, since she hadn't even looked at where I was, as her friend had sometimes done.

But to my surprise, before I could leave my seat to settle my bill, she was quicker to get up, still looking at the bartender, and pointing to a bottle of wine that was in a prominent place, which was one of those that should be opened on very special occasions. Which seemed to be the case with her, since she said out loud – too loud – that this was a special night and that she wouldn't be tasting the wine alone. After that, she straightened her robes before grabbing the bottle and leaving the bar, this time holding my gaze with those unreadable eyes.

I was never a man to prioritize dating – that's not exactly the right word to describe my relationships with the opposite gender, although I kept my sex life active as much as possible. I've also never been stubborn about moving mountains to get someone. I have always been objective and valued for mutual interest. When I had the need to indulge myself sexually with a woman, I specifically went out looking for it. However, the instant that mysterious lady entered the same bar I was in, my focus completely changed. I felt an itch grow in my lower belly and a restlessness took possession of my being.

After she left the establishment with that bottle of wine, her words began to echo in my mind with an undertone of reproach to my fixation. Surely she would have a boyfriend or even be married, I figured. So I put it in the back of my mind, in a place with difficult access, and headed towards the inn to take a shower and then decide to go back to my house. This island had already brought me enough trouble and I wasn't about to face another one.

And once again something stopped my plans.

Along the way, I heard the voices of three children whispering to each other, as if they were deciding who would approach someone. When I get angry and turn around to tell the three of them to shut up, my eyes lock on the tiny figure of a girl of about nine or ten years old, and I completely forget the reprimand for being amazed at the child's stark resemblance to the woman from the bar.

"Hello you!!" she says in a small voice, forcing a sympathetic smile. “Today there's going to be a festival here, can you attend…?”, she tried to formulate sentences while nervously gesturing with her hands, which were holding a crumpled piece of paper. “Here! It's tonight, don't go away because there will be good wine!” she said before throwing the crumpled paper near my feet, which I assumed was so I could pick it up and read it, and run off with the other two boys who were with her. In the distance I could hear them questioning what their sister had seen in a man so terrifying that he had made her fall in love.

I would have ignored the paper if I hadn't overheard such a conversation. So I picked it up and stuffed it into my pocket and headed to the inn, this time succeeding in my goal.

♚♛

After my shower, I rested in the lounging chair while reading a book I had picked up in the small library of the inn where I talked about the island. A curious thing was the value they placed on their customs and pride in their local culture.

Although focused on reading, my mind diverged on how interesting was the existing variety of children's books about the child "Heir of the Moon" in all ways, illustrated, in comic book form, short stories, lullabies and etc., which made me wonder if Gesshoku Island couldn't really be home to such a legend.

But that aside, I finished reading the book and intended to take it back to the library. The piece of paper given to me by the child earlier fell with a photo of one of my overcoat pockets as soon as I picked it up. This time I paid attention to it. It was a pamphlet about the festival and information, no biggie. However, the possibility that that woman was there crossed my mind, and this idea only intensified when I noticed that the photo that had fallen next to the brochure, which I deduced had been purposely placed there, was of a young woman with unreadable eyes, the same ones that met mine at the bar.

Maybe a festival wasn't such a bad thing. I was there for the distraction, after all. With that in mind, I gained the inn hallway and headed toward the library.

♚♛

When the sun was already fading over the horizon, from the window of the room I was staying in, I could see a crowd taking on an increasingly voluminous shape. The winemakers were already preparing to open the best wines from their respective cellars to offer their customers and also juices for those who were not old enough to drink alcoholic beverages.

The festival took place once a year, from what I've read about the island's culture, and there was no specific day, just so that any obstacles would not prevent the event from happening – such as the last one in which a plague spread through the winery –, and so that the strangers present would not return home without knowing the most valuable thing the island could offer.

I stayed on the porch just as an observer, I wasn't in the mood to face that crowd of people, although I wanted to taste a good wine, I knew that place was exceptional for that. So I preferred to wait patiently for the right time and also when the excitement of the beginning of the party calmed down a little. Furthermore, the best wines would be the last to be opened, as it was a way of holding as many people as possible.

Between glances at the movement below, I caught the moment when the three children from earlier appeared in the crowd. With the same energy, but much more excited. Even though I was a considerable distance away, I could see them passing each booth to look at the treats while a young woman approached them to pay for what they ordered. And the lady was the same one from the bar, as I thought.

And that was my cue for me to enjoy the festival too.

Lucky for me, people were too busy enjoying the festivities and entertaining the festival's attractions. I was one more among so many people, and so I went unnoticed by any enemies who were there. With this feeling of tranquility, I was also able to enjoy it in my own way, in a more remote location.

After a while there, I was able to feel much more at ease. The island's atmosphere and energy were welcoming and made anyone feel at home. Maybe it was the way the locals treated the outsiders, with a lot of sympathy and smiles, or maybe it was the wine I had drunk but any irritation caused by the adversities throughout the day seemed to have completely disappeared and I tasted of a tranquility that only then I felt when I was in my house.

After just watching the coming and going of people, between sips of wine and another, my eyes caught the moment when a cluster of people formed around an enigmatic figure of a woman. Before I could think too hard or try to figure out her identity, the dancer began a shy, slow dance. The restrained gestures were encouraged by the small audience around her and they began to create a firmer and more precise form. The way that woman was gesturing was familiar to me, but I didn't try to remember as I wanted to watch it. I must admit that I carry a fascination with dancing with me, although I've never talked about it with anyone. It's really interesting to see how someone manages to use their body to express themselves, which was the case in the middle of the festival. The dancer in question seemed to have mastered the art of dancing and was in full control of every member of her body, as the dance had steps that only someone with a lot of training could reproduce, and these were performed with such skill that they looked as smooth as a feather. .

As I was far away, almost hidden in the dimness, the dancing woman had her back to me, so I only had a view of her back, which was covered in light, thin fabrics that reminded her of veils and that hid her body curves. But the feeling of familiarity only increased as the dance progressed to a climax, and at that moment the person turned and as if it were predestined, our eyes met and it was as if everything had cleared: it was the girl from the bar.

Even though her eyes were covered by a kind of transparent mask, I would have recognized them from yards away. And the moment she noticed my presence, her movements abruptly changed. If before they were firm and precise, now they seemed much looser and more sensual. The dance took another turn and my sanity was almost taken with it.

The dancer did not lose focus as she changed the tone of her dance, quite the contrary, the transition was made so smoothly that it was not noticeable. Still hidden in my personal space almost in darkness, my eyes followed her every movement of her hips and my mind immersed in nasty thoughts. Her silhouette wasn't well defined due to her fabrics, but that didn't stop me from tracing her in my imagination. She used her hands too, with her eyes locked on mine, gesturing as if inviting me to join her, and as soon as she changed direction, breaking our eye contact, and unpretentiously she moved and the fabrics fluttered so that I got a glimpse of her curves for milliseconds, but enough to take my breath away. She really knew what she was doing and used all her weapons to get what she wanted. I just let myself go.

However, her dancing not only caught my attention, but also some pirates present there, who began to direct her obscene words, which she didn't seem to hear, as she didn't change her way of dancing for even a second. I continued as a passive spectator, just watching the unfolding of the event, she continued the dance and I kept my attention on her, and the pirates too, until the point came that one of them dared to invade the dancer's personal space and from that what unfolded was very fast: a very loud popping noise and the power outage that lasted for less than thirty seconds, but when everything lit up again, the dancer was no longer on her stage and in her place only one purple pink smoke poured from the floor. It was a cheap trick, but it was effective because the pirates were like dizzy cockroaches trying to figure out where the woman had gone.

She had come towards me, I just felt her presence sneak past me leaving a trail of soft perfume and a touch on my hand causing a new shiver down my spine, out of the corner of my eye I saw her disappearing once and for all into the darkness.

Still a little dizzy from the alcohol, but much more sober than before, I made my way to the inn room where I would check-out.

I made the journey slowly, packed my things and took a new shower to chase away any traces of drunkenness and left the place after paying off the bill and headed towards the place where my boat was moored, not without first searching all the places in search of the woman who had disturbed my mind all day, not finding her. Resigned, I decided to leave.

I unhitched it and advanced the boat towards the ocean that would take me back home, but before I could make my way home I saw her finally. This time she was sitting on the dock, as if waiting for someone, and unlike the baggy clothes that hid her curves, she now wore a tight red dress, fully defining her voluptuous figure. Beside her was the bottle of wine she'd picked up earlier at the bar and two crystal glasses. I risked walking past her, and I didn't have to do anything to get her attention, because as soon as she looked at me and gave me a crystalline smile. Seeing her up close, she looked even more beautiful.

We didn't say anything, as if we understood each other mutely, she held out the wine and glasses to me and I picked them up and set them down in a corner of the boat and then it was time to put her there. I pulled her around the waist and now she was much closer to me and I was now able to see every detail of her face. As beautiful as the full moon that illuminated the entire island imposingly.

[spongebob-connoisseur]

so here's another random ask but do you have any hcs for what the flying dutchman was like when he was alive? you mentioned liking him so i was curious lol (he clearly enjoys being a terrifying ghost so im super curious what he was like when he was still a breathing person)

Aww you remember I mentioned that I liked the flying dutchman! I feel touched😢

Tbh I haven't thought much of headcanons. I just like him because I like when episodes get spooky! And he usually brings it! Plus there's never been a bad episode with dutchy. There may have been bad seasons here and there but even in a bad season, he still makes the best episodes!

I was actually gonna check on his wiki to be sure about his age. I think he's 5000 years old since he said he hasn't worn shoes in 5000 years. But also I think he could be refering to his body. His body still has shoes. That's kinda his? Why is he called the flying dutchman if he existed longer than the Dutch😒 jk jk

Tbh I've always been curious about his origin. They've mentioned in the show before, when he died, fishfolk used his body as a window display for stores. Now he haunts the 7 seas because he was never put to rest. Bro they just dropped that on us and never did anything with that??? Where's his flesh suit???? Idk why hearing that story used to make me feel really sad as a kid. I doubt this origin is really true for him because he loves haunting with no intent on revenge. He just does it because it's fun ya kno? Unless initially he started because of his ghostly revenge but later on found out he likes scaring more than he did being alive.

Also the wiki said he's a womanizer which I don't remember at all? I gotta rewatch this show. Anyways go dutchy! Go get that ghost 🐱

Anyways I'm gonna headcanon him as a weirdo meek pirate who never got any attention and always got pushed around. Not to give him an UwU poor baby type backstory. I just want to make him a major dork pirate. He seems all big and scary ghost pirate now. He's enjoying it because he was never really taken seriously on the crew and got stuck with the most boring and labor intensive tasks. He's being the big scary pirate guy now that he's dead and he's got reality bending powers.

Some of this comes from the fact that without him scaring people and stuff he's really a big coward and despite having reality bending powers, he can barely scare people. He goes for the weak because he knows he can't do much otherwise. It's pathetic and I love it.

Dutchy is probably lying with how old he is too. To seem more like a scary ancient ghost. Mans really calling himself the flying DUTCHMAN while being older than the Netherlands itself? Liar. Probably thought adding a couple of zeros to his actual age would make him seem cooler.

For some reason I imagine his body wss thrown overboard when he was alive and he remained perfectly preserved in the salt water. That's how the fishfolk found him and used his flesh suit as a window display. Only issue with this is his size. Unless there's some kind of magic involved that shrunk him down, otherwise he'd been too big. Maybe Neptune purposely shrunk his body? He was like "ehh I don't want these giant corpses ruining my scenery" and made it smaller. And fishfolk found his body, not being able to recognize a human being's body, probably thought it was a cool mannequin and decided he was the perfect size to display clothes on :>

Also one thing I'd like to add. Davy Jones is his son. No real reason. I know the story of the flying dutchman, Davy Jones and dutchy are supposed to be the same person. But in the show they're not. I like to imagine maybe he's his son that he's forced to take to soccer practice and stuff. Hence why the locker is filled with smelly socks. This is a dumb idea but I think it's funny.

Oh also random but ya kno his voice actor has a birthday on Halloween? It feels too fitting!

Yeah that's all I can think of for now, if I got more then I'll tell ya!

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Happy Birthday Sean!

Now- I know this sounds cheesy but I'mma share my own experience,,,

I've never gotten along with other people

Not in real life

No one liked me, and I never liked myself because of it. Despite all the beating I received from other kids my age, I would never hit back. Unfortunately- my half fierce and half kind personality left people confused.

And so kids would tie me up, hit me, break my things, scribble over my drawings, leave me all alone.

I never had much technology growing up- my family was poor. My dad was always working, and my mom had a disability that didn't allow me and my brothers- as children- to go out into the busy streets just to play in a park.

I began getting anxiety- and in turn I actually got physical damage done to me from stress.

I've gone to the hospital over and over through out the years, just because I would get such horrid stomach aches, and head aches because of how much my life was screwed- but ya know that even then, I had a positive attitude.

This was all before I was even double digits in age.

I strived hard in life- trying to accomplish things that would allow people to look up to me. I wanted to be a hero and have an impact on the world but... That's not really how life works

Every time I accomplished something even remotely good- like winning an art competition, or being the fastest, having good grades on everything- the bullying increased ten fold.

Classmates stole my things and tore up my sketchbooks, threw away my coats- that my family could barely afford anyway

Hell, we couldn't even buy a house back then. We had to rent one every year- which left me constantly nervous.

One day, my dad came home- I was 9 at the time- and gave us good news. He had a job offer, but we'd have to move continents and move away from our family to live comfortably.

My parents knew about my bullying situation- they always spoke to me about it and helped me with it. No matter what was going on, if any of us were upset then they were there. My school wouldn't allow them to take me out of it, so mom and dad chose to change their lives and my brother's because at the state of mind I was in? I was barely ten, and I had already attempted to jump in front of a car and kill myself, or try to take too much medicine and overdose- I just couldn't bear living such a horrible reality

So we moved.

The first thing we were able to get when we moved, was our own house! And us kids were all running about in the much larger place- thinking of games and going out in the non-busy streets to make friends!

It didn't stay happy for long. School started

At first, me and my brother's were popular. We were those 'british kids'. I drew for people and I went to clubs

But soon enough, the bullying came again.

Only much worse.

I was only 10- and two people had tried to actually kill me. In both cases I almost died.

The first case, a kid in my class tried to strangle me to death with the chain of a swing set. None of the teachers tried to stop it- claiming that they 'couldnt help at that time'. I lost consciousness soon after another kid- who luckily had morals- came to save me.

The second case, my older brother's friends in our neighborhood beat me up and buried me completely in snow. I couldn't get up... My older brother found me- thanks to one of my gloves having fallen off nearby- and carried me home. I luckily only suffered mild frostbite on my face, but I have a fear of the snow. I just can't go outside in the winter without getting extremely nervous and upset. My brother immediately stopped talking to those two friends when he found out.

None of these horrid people got a punishment. Even after beating me, and attempting murder, EVERYTHING. But it was alright. My family loved me, so I kept on living. They had done so much to help me, that it would just be selfish for me to let their efforts go to waste.

We moved out of the neighborhood.

I was given the opportunity of online schooling.

Soon after, we went to visit family and friends in England. It didn't end well...

See, I did have a 'friend'. But she was manipulating me... She would actually touch me when I was younger, and do it all the time. I was so desperate for someone to call a friend that I didn't stop to see that she might have that title, but she never once deserved it.

All those times where I'd been beaten, she'd watch.

Any time I tried to get help, she'd steal away the chance.

Whenever I got even a little money to spend, I would spend it on her. Because I wanted so desperately for someone to just like me.

So, when I was 11, she did something that scarred me for life. She just waited for me a few her to be alone in a hotel room together, since the adults had gone out for a few hours. And she began putting videos of highly explicit things on full volume- forcing me to listen.

And the whole while she just kind of held me in an inappropriate manner, just touching me.

She was only a year older than me- God only knows why she did this to me.

My family never leaves me alone with anyone anymore...

But when we came back to America, I was a broken broken child. No friends. No will to live. I would lean off of a flight of stairs, wondering how easy it might be to just fall.

And then I found you, Jack.

You just made me smile- and laugh. Something I hadn't been able to do genuinely for so long.

I had no friends. But it was okay..

All I needed was a positive mental attitude and I was alright.

I'm only 13 now, but you want to know what's happened since you saved me from myself?

I improved on my art

I continuously spread words of positivity to others, and offer guidance and support

I learned who I want to be

I realized what i want to do

This year I'm even getting an actual job-

And I'm still recovering from a surgery to fix a disability that I developed- and I'm rocking!

So thank you.

Thanks for everything you've done

And congratulations @therealjacksepticeye for turning 29 UwU