#izzy; head canons

[laniidae-passerine]

Izzy moving from the thorn in Stede and Ed’s side to their relationship therapist. Told Ed to leave Stede alone after a traumatic event because he knew it wasn’t a smart idea and then later told Stede to leave the bar to avoid a fight which immediately broke out when Stede got upset and drunk. And he’s hot for these two idiots which is fine because he’s an idiot as well. Love them all <3

[unknownperson246]

Dread Head Izzy

[atryoshka]

Frenchie and Izzy getting together would be genius and tbh I can't unsee it now

Love that Izzy and Frenchie actually have a lot in common on a deeper level that wasn't really apparent to me until s2 when we see how they deal with trauma in equal but opposite ways. We have Frenchie with his little box that allows him to straight up ignore the dark shit he's been through like it doesn't exist, happily eat some blood cake, and thinking that his death being given a clear deadline is a comfort. Then we have Izzy trying to stone face his way through having his body parts severed, just business as usual bc that's the pirate life and it won't change even though he's visibly holding back tears, and then accusing the crew of being too cowardly to kill him, actively inviting death bc he doesn't get why any of it even matters so keeping him alive is pointless.

What's interesting is that given the right circumstances, they could easily trade places, with Izzy being more lighthearted and Frenchie falling apart at the seams.

We've already seen signs of this with Izzy being much more chilled out after the crew made him the new unicorn, finding something in this terrible life that make him see them, and himself, in a more positive light. Like yeah, life is still filled with unimaginable horror, but now has a custom gold painted unicorn leg to trudge through it with, which is absolutely absurd but now he can't help but smile. So he decided his life is so unserious right now and you know what? A shark took his leg, end of story, here's a little wooden shark I made today just for fun lol. Frenchie on the other hand is still pretty relaxed despite everything that's happened so far, but I have a feeling that he was probably very similar to izzy in the past before he joined the crew of The Revenge. His past is pretty mysterious even with the little tidbits we get like him being in the service for bit. It doesn't sound like he was doing it for too long so the other things in his life that he doesn't talk about remain unknown, probably even to himself. The box exists so he can pretend any trauma he experiences doesn't even exist, unlike a fiction which still somewhat acknowledges that there was something that happened to him in a way he could accept. The truth is, he actually never moved on bc all the parts of his life that he's ignoring are still lurking inside him waiting to break out at anytime. I think when something accidentally triggers a memory he suppressed, we'll see a different side to him. Less chill, more shrewd survivalist, like when he and the others reunited with the revenge crew after being stranded at sea. He bounced back pretty fast after they got past the pinnata and cake standoff but it was interesting to see how ready he was to be violent and how untrusting he was of everyone's intentions in that context. He'd usually be much more chill and willing to fast talk his way out of a situation, even when he knows someone has bad intentions. (There's also probably something with religious trauma he's hiding but that's a whole other can of worms I won't get into. All I'll say is that combined with his very strong beliefs of the supernatural and grudging flippant way he does the cross symbol on himself when others do it, when they boarded the cursed ship, he was that only one to not step in the satanic circle before anyone even questioned what the strange lines even were. Did he immediately recognize it and consciously avoid it or was it gut reaction? Idk, but he sure as hell didn't speak up about it and just wearily watched the other step into it and draw their own conclusions. ) But getting back on track Honestly, their dynamic would be really interesting to explore in the show bc they could understand and care about each other in ways that would probably surprise them if given the opportunity to spend more time together on screen. tl;dr: All this to say that I fell down the rabbit hole after realizing that they are basically this meme, which has a lot of potential for so many hilarious and accidentally heartbreaking moments

[thesmokingguns]

Witches w/ Izzy STradlin

Super fluffy piece I wrote around Halloween <3

I feel like you never see Izzy written as a family man and I can just picture him with a whole ass family

Izzy was beat.

His head ached. His body ached. And all he needed was to be curled up with the four ladies in his life to feel better.

He had only been home for one night and had to do some work at a local radio station today, which lead to a recording studio trop he hadn’t expected and finally he was headed home for some quality family time.

As soon as he entered the quiet house he know that there was trouble.

“Quiet.”

“You be quiet, Tara.”

“Shut up, Tessa.”

“I’m going to tell Mama you said Shut up.”

“Don’t be a tattletale, Toni.”

The three little voices were coming from his bedroom making Izzy smirk as he kicked off his shoes, heading to the bedroom where he knocked on the door getting a chorus of ‘shhh’ from behind the wood.

“Can I come in?” He waited a second expecting three squealing tots to throw themselves in his arm and cover him with kisses as they searched his pockets for whatever treat he bought for them.

But instead he heard them whispering together some more in whatever secret they were locked into.

“Darlings, your daddy asked to come in.” He couldn’t help the smile at his wife's voice, her soft reminder to her daughters about his knock.

But all he heard was more whispering before finally, Tara , his oldest at seven, opened the door looking at him with his own eyes staring back at him, her lips in a serious pout as her chocolate curls sat untamed under a pointed black hat.

A bit of jostling and the two other pointed hats of Tessa, age five, and Toni, age four, poked their heads out looking at Izzy with the little girl pouts that he didn’t expect.

“Why the long faces, little witches?” That got a google out of Toni who was promptly shh’d by her sisters and a fierce whisper between them went off.

“You can’t come in here anymore. You’re not allowed near Mommy.” Izzy’s eyebrows raised and he caught sight of his wife in bed looking at him with the same sort of confusion that he was sure was on his face.

A soft cry made him look at the baby in her arms. At just seven months their youngest daughter, Tilly was latching onto her mothers breast, unaware of the battle her sisters were embarking in.

“Darlings let daddy in.” She gave him an encouraging smile but he saw them all put their heads together before Tara was once more looking at him, her hands on her hips as the cape his wife made her with little crescent moons fluttered behind her.

“You can come in, daddy. But you need to undo it.” She crossed her arms, elbowing Tessa who mimicked the motion that her older sister was doing as Toni lost interest twirling around in her pink cape with gold sparkly stars, giggling at the material.

One witch down, two to go.

“Undo what?” He was crouching down to their level opening his arms as Tessa smiled, leaning in to get hugs from him.

Tessa was the one who always wanted snuggles. She was the one who liked physical touch and Izzy knew he was exploiting it but he wanted to give all his little girls hugs.

“The watermelon curse, daddy.” She whispered, getting a glare from Tara.

“He knows what he did.” Tara was upset as her sister ran off, the green cape with orange pumpkins flying in the wind she had created from rushing away.

Tara turned to Izzy, hand on her hips as she kept him from entering the bedroom still. Obviously she was upset about something.

“What is going on, Tara? What did I do?” Izzy wanted to just curl up with them all, eat pizza in bed and watch a movie. He would even watch a princess movie if it meant they all were happy.

Anything for his family.

“You put a curse on Mommy. You come home and you give her a look that makes her look at you all goo goo and then her belly grows from the watermelon seed and there is another baby. There are four of us now, daddy. Five is too many. That’s greedy.” Izzy blinked, swallowing the smile on his lips as his wife kissed Tilly’s head.

His other two had crawled on the bed, petting their baby sister as they watched their mother nurse,giving her all the cuddles.

“Tara, babies are gifts.” He reached for her but she shook her head, not being lured into his arms as he sighed out, sitting cross legged, “Do you want to tell me what’s going on little one?” She looked back at her sisters, realizing that they weren’t paying attention she moved closer, arms wrapping around Izzy.

Her little hands tugged at his dreads as her hat jostled from bumping into him as she whispered in his ear.

“If you have more babies you’ll have less love for me.” The softness of her voice, worried made Izzy’s heartache as he held her close, rubbing her back as she sniffled trying to be the strong older sister.

“Oh Tara, mommy and me love you all so much. Can’t you see how we love you all?” she nodded her head in confirmation but didn’t look at him, “Do you love your sisters?” she looked at him, cheeks a little flushed as she shrugged.

“Sometimes. But sometimes Tessa has hot dog farts and Tilly always is sucking on moms boobies and Toni takes long showers where she sings so loud.” Izzy smirked at her little grievances with her sisters. “But Toni always shares her candy with me and Tessa gives really good snuggles when I have bad dreams and I like the way Tilly smiled at me first.” Izzy nodded in understanding.

“And just how you love all your sisters we love you.” She nodded her head in understanding, pulling away as she stuck out her pinky at him.

“Promise you’ll love us, no matter how many you have?”  Izzy chuckled, nodding his head as he entered the solemn vow with his daughter, “Okay, daddy you can come in now.” Izzy stood up, taking Tara with him. Glad that she wasn’t complaining that she was too big to be held.

Finally he was in bed with all of the, snuggled up as his wife looked at him, her eyes on him as Izzy stroked the girls hair getting them arranged for movie night.

“Are you alright?” he asked, leaning in and stealing a kiss as well as the baby from her arms. He took over burping as his wife snuggled closer, leaning in for just him to hear.

“I feel pretty good for swallowing a watermelon seed.”

[stabbistabb]

Headcanon:

Jake has a “suck it up and be nice” sorta mentality.. he’s had this long before becoming captain and when he does become captain it get worse.

He rarely gets pissy with people because of this but one time he was so overwhelmed with stressed he yelled at hook (calling him crocodile food) and immediately felt bad afterwards.

Hook being an ass basically makes Jake feel like the worst piece of shit possible by constantly reminding him about.

[missing-sage]

DreamZzz Head cannons

[meimeiherokitten]

I personally think Izzy and Zheng would have seriously become best friends. She wouldn't put up with his shit and has the skills to put him firmly in his place when he needs it and he would totally puppy-dog after her, but still be gruff enough that she doesn't feel like he's coddling her. (I also think, deep down, Izzy would love being called 'girls by her).

Yes, I'm totally writing fics on this.

[arsenicflame]

i DO think Ed telling Izzy the details of his plan (or, literally anything) in E4 would have solved everything (letting Ed know he fucked up BEFORE he embarrassed himself in front of the whole crew, giving him time to come up with a new plan, etc)

however, paradoxically, i dont think it changes shit if Ed & Izzy are happy

[mysteriouslybluepirate]

Me: God. I love OFMD I really do, but I keep on making the same type of long-form AU. Always horror adjacent where Izzy has to learn a lesson.

Hey other media obsessions, anything we can do with that?

Baldur's Gate 3(/DND):

Sure!! SteddyHands. Izzy is a Shar or Talos cleric(a magic user who gets their power from the god Darkness[they're just giant pessimists] or Storms[destruction to 'cleanse' and make new]). Stede is a Ranger/Druid/Cleric. Ed was a storm sorcerer. Crew is mostly fighters, only Lucius is a wizard, and Frenchie is a bard. Post Ed running away, Izzy gives up his memories as a service to his God, as he thinks there's no hope.

Ed has ACTUALLY ascended to become a demi-god/high-ranking follower. (Think of Gods as titles- a powerful magic user can take up an old God's portfolio if the old god wanted to quit). Izzy wakes up surrounded by the crew and Stede without his memory of everyone, but he trusts the crew. The crew and Stede hunt to help Izzy remember why he gave up his memories and ascend in his church(he felt betrayed by Ed abandoning their God for Stede).

Meanwhile. They are all on the run, as people think Ed(a high-ranking, well known, magic-user even before becoming a justiciar) was murdered by Stede and his 'gang'. In the end, it turns out Izzy has been praying to Ed, his new god, this whole time. Ed knows every confession Izzy has prayed of but feels he's responsible for Izzy giving up. It's sad. This should be easy to write for people who don't read/play BG3. BUT. It is the lamest thing you have ever thought of. ESPECIALLY if you add any Dragon Age ideas to this shit.

Elden Ring: Same Vibe, Izzy is a trawl/follower under a more powerful being-Ed. This is fun since Con literally voiced Mohg. Make Ed a creature wanting to ascend the thrown, but Izzy is his protector. This one has more blood and 'attack dog' vibes before Stede comes along, a spellcaster who shows Ed a peaceful life in the lands between. Can have religious or military undertones.

Disco Elysium: I would tell you. But you don't want to know. Think about it. Think about this game UNIVERSE. Drug addiction, all forms of abuse, pessimism, otherworldly gods, etc. You would be sad writing this. It would be fun. Finding hope in a hopeless situation. But really?

(Canon Era)Sherlock Holmes: No??? The fuck?

[samuelroukin]

no hate intended because i do see and appreciate the appeal of happy izzy but when people ship him with almost anyone whether from the queen anne or the revenge it's like why would you do that to them. they Don't want him and also half the appeal of izzy is he is unloveable (except to Us The Fans 😌)

[whyisizzyhandsangrytoday]

Mark Read keeps razzing him about being in the navy. Mark doesn’t know shit he was in the Calvary, stupid horse did most of the work.

[unknownperson246]

i have a request for izzy🎀 can reader and izzy be childhood friends and reader is axl’s little sister & so izzy and reader sneak around whenever they get the chance (smut) and one day they get caught (you can end it how you’d like) :))

Sisters Keeper

Words: 474

Warnings: *smut* *dirty talk* *p in v* *people barging in*

★・・・・・・★★・・・・・・★★・・・・★

You and Izzy have been best friends since childhood, bonding over your shared love of music. Sneaking around with Izzy, the rhythm guitarist for Guns N' Roses, has always been exhilarating. Late one night, in a secluded hotel room, the tension between you two finally ignites.

"Izzy," you whisper

Your heart is pounding in your chest. 

"I want you." You say 

His eyes meet yours. A hunger burns within you two. With a gentle touch, he pulls you close, his lips capturing yours in a passionate kiss. The world fades away as you both give in to the desire that's been simmering beneath the surface for years. Moans and gasps fill the room as clothes are discarded and you moan. Izzy's pants are off.

Izzy puts his erect cock at your entrance and he starts to penetrate your wet pussy.  

 “fuck me Izzy fuck me nice and deep I want you in me” You moan.

Skin meets skin in a frenzy of longing. The air crackles with electricity, every touch sending shivers down your spine. Izzy starts to thrust deep into Y/N and Izzy’s lips are wet as he grunts 

"You're a good little whore."

 "Almost there,” you moan. “Keep going, Izzy."

Izzy keeps thrusting his dick into your wet pussy. You moan and your eyes are rolling in the back of your head. You grab onto Izzy’s head and your nails dig into Izzy’s back. Izzy you moan loudly, your legs start to shake, you have an orgasm and lose control and make a lot of noise. Izzy covers your mouth with his hand when he hears someone attempting to open the door. Izzy takes his dick out of you and quickly puts his boxers on and you follow putting your clothes back on.

“Who is it?” Izzy yells at the door.

 Suddenly, the door burst open, revealing Axl, Guns N' Roses' lead singer, staring in shock. "Y/N! Izzy! "What the hell?!" As you scramble for words, your cheeks flushed with embarrassment, Izzy chuckles, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Looks like we've been caught, huh, Y/N?" And so, amidst laughter and awkward explanations, the three of you share a moment that will forever be etched in your memories.

Axl is furious after opening the hotel room to this scene. The thought of his little sister dating his long-time friend was disgusting to him. He drags you to his car and you are screaming and crying

[lokidokeyartichoki]

Me, seeing another one of Joe Keery’s characters pick up a nail bat: !!!!!!!

[thesmokingguns]

Property of the Band

⚠️WARNING ⚠️ MINORS DNI 18+: Oral Sex (male and female), cum play, degradation, group sex, double penetration, violence, and masturbation

His hips snapped forward, balls slapping the wet drool against your chin. His hands buried in your hair as you choked on his cock. You tried to look up at him with blurred vision and watering eyes. But the feeling of his hand slapping against your face, stinging and burning, hard enough to force your lips from around his cock with a pop reminded you to focus on the task.

“I didn’t say to stop.” And he was pulling you by your hair, knees scraping against hotel carpet making them raw and sore as your lips were pressed to his cock once more.

He has your hair wrapped around both hands pressing you against his pelvis, his cock so deep down your throat you couldn’t breathe. Your palms pushed at muscles thighs and then he pulled out a few inches to give you time for gasp before jerking your head back and forth in whiplash motions.

No concern for what he was doing to you and letting you know you had no control in this situation.

Your mascara burned uour eyes as tears flowed down your face, panic setting in as you sobbed being face fucked. Feeling your gag reflex get tested as you suddenly thought about how you were going to puke all over yourself.

Shame and fear at the idea feeling your stomach as panicked, trying to wrap your lips around his cock tighter to have him cum before that happened; you knew if you threw up there would be hell to pay.

His cock slammed down you’d throat, once more blocking any breathe and you could feel his cum sliding down your throat in warm shots as you tried to swallow him down, knowing better than to waste anything he was giving you.

When he was satisfied he threw you back, you landed with a thud on the carpet, eyes downcast as you watched his bare feet walk away from you. He was leaving you there as he got a towel from the bathroom, coming back to throw it on top of you like a blanket.

“Clean yourself up, it’s Stevens' turn next with you and they all get mad if they think I was too rough with you.” The way your hair ached and you were a mess of your own tears, drool and mascara it was obvious Izzy was too rough with you.

He was lighting a cigarette, climbing into bed and picking up the phone. Probably going to call his girl back home, you thought bitterly as you wiped away the wet black streaks around your eyes.

At least with popcorn he was always gentle with you, kinder and exactly what you needed after the guitarist.

Sitting on the edge of the bed with your lips open you watched the way Steven was jerking his cock at you. He loved just having you sit naked and praising you while he stroked his cock. Nine out of ten times he’d cum on your face, moaning about how good it looked.

It was his kink and it gave you a few minutes of rest to try and recover from the way Izzy had just abused your mouth. Your hair still ached and Steven had commented on if you had been crying; your eyes were red and the handprint on your cheek was pretty good evidence of who you had been with.

“So pretty, Y/N. You’re an Angel. Look at me with those pretty eyes. So gorgeous…can you, un fuck, open your mouth and stick out that pretty pink tongue?” You did as he asked, hearing him groan again.

The way his cum felt sticky on your face, dripping in rivers of him over cheeks and down into your mouth as you licked your lips for show and watched him blush, almost embarrassed that he had done that to you.

He has a towel prepared already and offered you a drink of room temperature bud which you accept to get the poison taste of men out of your mouth.

Three left and you still hadn’t been fucked tonight. All three usually let you sleep in their bed, loving to be last because they could use you all night.

“Axl is next but you can stay here a few minutes if-“ you were already at the door, the silky blue robe the only thing you wore as you knocked on the singer's hotel door.

The singer could be in a very good mood and treat you very well or he could be in a bad mood where he still treated you pretty well but he might want to do something that was different.

He always made sure you came though. And not little feelings in your tummy but sheet soaking orgasms where he’d hold you as you cried after.

“Hey.” He pushed open the door and let you in. A little thrown off by his whatever sort of attitude but moving to where the bed was but Axl was itching his head, looking uncomfortable. “We can’t.” He made a motion between the two of you.

“Oh…why?” He scratched his arms and you suddenly felt very unattractive and not that sexy.

You were being denied by the person who had claimed you as the band groupie two years ago. The person who always made sure you went on tour and who’d go to the movies with you on mornings off. Did this mean this was all over for you?

“I met someone and it just seems like I’d be…I can’t.” He didn’t want to make you feel bad by letting you know you were the other woman in a few of the other relationships. He was setting boundaries and you respected that but you weren’t going to stay around and be made to feel bad about it.

Without a word you left the room, not bothering to ask who was next. A part of you was broken and sad thinking about Axl not wanting you and you realized that part of you liked him and sought validation from him when he was with you.

Slash and duff were coming up the hallway And you froze seeing them both there.

“Axl doesn’t want to do this anymore.” They looked at each other and back at you unsure of what to say and wondering why you looked ready to cry.

“Well, that just means more for us.” You smirked at Slash’s words and he looked at Duff. “You want to share Y/N? I think our little cumslut needs extra love.”

You were on your back on one of their beds, the robe in a pile of blue silk on the floor. Slash was between you legs, his tongue licking and sucking the folds of your pussy.

He never really went down on you but out of all of them he was the most enthusiastic when he did. He’d lick and suck at you, finger fucking you as he talked against your pussy about how good you tasted, the vibrations of his words pulling orgasm after orgasm out of you.

Duff’s cock on your hand as you slid up and down his shaft, jerking him off as you rode Slash’s face. Another orgasm rippling through you as you squeezed your thighs against his head.

“Are you feeling better now, Y/N? What else can we do for you?” Slash asked, placing wet kisses along your thighs.

“I want you both.” They smirked and duff pulled away from you, sitting on the bed. Slash was helping you move over to sit on him, holding your hands as you started writing the bassists cock.

A soft smack against your ass as you bounced up and down, pussy dripping down his shaft and balls, loving how he bucked up to meet you with his thrusts.

Slash was in front of you, cock hard as he watched; Stroking himself until he was ready to slide inside of you to have you filled with both of them.

He bent down, keeping you steady as you felt the burn of the stretch, Duff kissing along you neck as he peered over your shoulder to see you get overfilled and overworked.

“I can’t.” You met Slash’s eyes as the head of his cock pushed inside of you as your mouth fell open and a whimper escaped.

“You can and you will.” Your lip caught between your lip and you felt them pushing you around until he slid all the way inside of you.

Your head was on his shoulder as you felt them both working you. Using you. Reminding you that you were still property do the band.

[indestructiblelittlefuckers]

(Izzy and the crew spending quality and also fun time together, though. Support group for the kraken era, self care days, trying new things, helping Izzy accept his more gay self/sharing lgbt+ experiences, just spending time together quietly...)

[kaelleid]

Holding Out For A Hero

“Avast ye, villains! For it is I, the Gentleman Hero, here to—” he was cut off as he stumbled backwards, his cape caught in the door of the Revengemobile. “Ah, damn. Can you two give me a moment?”

Izzy let out a sigh that, if measured, would have broken the world record for longest duration. “Honestly boss, can’t we just kill him this time?”

Written for @ofmdjanuaury Day 3 - Superhero. Beta’d by the wonderful @queuest.