Muse Edits + Calypso Pls Do Not Rblg !

🪐 — muse edits  + calypso              pls do not rblg !

🪐 — HERA KOSTOPULIS​  for  nadja !

 ❝ ────── i admit i’m a lil’ messed up, but i can hide it when i’m all dressed up.  ❞

     ❝ OH, EVERYONE IS, DARLING ! ❞  the vampire has to shout to be heard above the pulsing music that shakes through her nightclub, especially if she wants the mortal’s ears to be able to decipher what she’s saying.  ❝ as long as you stay looking like a yummy scrumbly little snack like you do now, i’m sure you’ll be very popular with the patrons here at nadja’s. ❞

🪐 — EDWARD TEACH  for  izzy !

edward can’t stop looking at him,   at the black lines he traced with his own hands just a few moments earlier.  the urge to press his fingers to the inked spot almost overwhelms him,  entranced as he is,  mind going numb with the knowledge of how permanent this is:  izzy can never get rid of it,  can’t take it off like one would a ring or a piece of fabric.  edward will always be there,  pressed to his skin,  etched deep into it where he can’t be rooted out from,  just like that ink.  it’s enough to make his head spin,  without a single drop of alcohol having touched his lips yet.  he can’t think of anyone else who would be willing to offer themselves so readily to him,  not like izzy just has,  body still and mouth emptied of complaints,  wholly trusting of the man above him.

❛  hm,  let me see.  ❜   he pretends to be deep in thought,  catching izzy’s chin between his fingers to turn the inked side of his face towards him.  a grin of his own mounts on his lips like the swelling of a wave as it nears the shore,  the slow drag of it not making a show of his teeth just yet.   ❛  like the most fearsome pirate i’ve ever seen.  ❜   despite the grin and the laugh that soon follows it,  edward’s voice bears the earnestness of truth  —  and fondness too,  threading just beneath it.  izzy had become an unsuspecting ally in the face of the bleakest adversity first and a friend later,  and now edward can’t even imagine a time when he would turn to his right without finding izzy there,  solid and unflinching beside him. a force to be reckoned with.

❛  wanna do mine sometime?  ❜   he lays down the offer with a shrug,  like it’s not a big deal,  but there are not many people he would trust to go near him with a needle of that size,  not without second thought.  just one,  in fact.  he settles down on the floor,  in the end,  back pressed against the bed and both legs stretched out in front of him,  lest his knee gives him shit for it.  which he would probably deserve,  for discarding a perfectly reasonable surface like he just did.

      THE WAY EDWARD IS LOOKING AT HIM,  his dark eyes gleaming with pride, a smile spreading gradually across his face  —  it makes all worth it.  &  izzy knows in that moment that he would do anything to have his captain’s attention like this, would face any danger or endure any pain without a single word of complaint if edward would only be pleased with him for it.  &  with his chin held tight in those strong fingers he adores so, izzy is entirely pliant, basking in the glow of his approval, tilting his head wherever his captain wants it without even the barest degree of resistance. the pain in his cheek is gone somehow, though he’s only had a single swallow of liquor. it’s like edward himself is some kind of drug, izzy’s head going cloudy  &  his skin flushing every time he is graced with his touch.                     ❝ pretty sure that’s meant to be you, boss, ❞  he says, chuckling softly, eyes cast to the side to keep that smile in his line of sight.  &  it’s true  —  they both know it. no one fears izzy on his own, no matter how good he’d become with a blade. he needed edward, could never embody the myth they had begun to build without him. no, izzy was content to be blackbeard’s first mate, the only one who was trusted to carry out his will.  &  he would gladly soil his hands with the blood of their enemies as many times as was required if it meant that edward might stay safe, if his hands could remain clean. izzy knew where he belonged, what he had to be : blackbeard’s hands, but never his face.          he has to stifle a complaint when the hand is taken away from his face again  &  ed slides away to sit on the floor instead  —  though internally, izzy chides himself for his weakness. he should know by now that the gentleness will not stay, any moments of softness exchanged between them always fleeting  &  nestled carefully between the roughness that they were both far more used to, should not be expected to linger.  &  izzy lifts the bottle to his lips again, taking another long swallow. yet he doesn’t have much time to lament the loss, edward’s offer piquing his interest immediately.  ❝ of course i do, ❞  he says without hesitation, his head dropping back against the wall with a low thud.  &  he can’t tell if it’s the alcohol or the adrenaline that’s made him brave, but he allows a leather-clad leg to fall over the edge of the bunk, his calf resting tentatively against edward’s shoulder. it’s not skin-on-skin, but it’s better than nothing, the subtle point of contact keeping him grounded.  ❝ i’ve actually got quite a steady hand, you know. bet i could make them look real nice. ❞  &  he can’t deny how the thought of edward laid out beneath him, just as he himself had been just a second ago, letting izzy press ink underneath his skin, makes his head spin, dizzy at the very idea. perhaps edward would even let him return the same mark he had just given izzy. perhaps it could be a symbol that tied them together, rather than simply marking izzy as his. but he should not let himself hope for such a thing, leaning forward to pass the now half-empty bottle back to his captain.  ❝ what would you want me to give you ? ❞ 

🪐 — LOU NELSON​  for  rae !

      ‘  RAGE IS A QUIET THING,   oh you think that you’ve tamed it.   but it’s just lying in wait.   ’

     RAE IS MORE FAMILIAR  with sorrow than rage, but she has to admit that the sharp burn of anger is not entirely a stranger to her.  &  she can hear that same emotion in lou’s music sometimes, bleeding into the more aggressive songs on the rotted dolls’ debut album.  ❝ at least you know you’ve got a good way to get it out. if you can channel it when you’re on stage, i’ll bet it makes for a really kick-ass show. ❞

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🪐 — WILL TURNER​  for  calypso !

THERE’S SOMETHING about Tia Dalma Calypso that makes him reflect,  and talk.  One might suggest it’s her air of mysticism,  or her divine powers  –  though it’s more likely her charm and insight that really reveals his most inner thoughts.  ❝ Maybe it’s better to be an outlaw with purpose than a citizen without. ❞  

          Turner justifies his current life of piracy thus,  feeling that he ought to since not long ago he’d have found pleasure in dispatching pirates with his own blade  ( as he’d once threatened Jack,  when they first faced each other ).  There must be some good reasons for his complete change of opinion;  with a heart that seeks such justice as his does,  it was perhaps inevitable that he’d end up following it down whatever path it took. ​

      HER SKIN IS ITCHY,  uncomfortable, more than a size too small.  &  while the goddess had been imprisoned for many decades already  — trapped within a single ever-unchanging shape, in a shack in the salt-swamps  — being aboard a sea-bound vessel was somehow far worse.  in another form, she could dive into the waves with ease, or even merge with them entirely.  but confined as she is, she has no choice but to wait, dreaming of the opportunity for freedom  —  &  vengeance.                                                                                    &  yet in the presence of young will turner, the current of fate that pulls at her becomes ever stronger.   it will be him who gives his heart to the dutchman,  he who fulfills the spell she had created all those years ago.  this much she can feel even from within the bones she is still confined to, though her pathetic mortal eyes are too blind to see clearly yet  exactly how  it would all come to pass.   &  for someone who is so close to losing his heart, will still seems as uncertain about his path as she does.  as if either of them will have any choice, in the end.  all beings, mortal  &  mythic alike, are helpless to the unrelenting passage of their destiny.  ❝ men create laws, &  unmake them just as quickly.  but some men serve a more important purpose. ❞   &  the goddess affixes him with a curious look, her dark stare wide  &  close as she takes in the turmoil that is written so clearly upon the planes of his face that even her blind mortal eyes can see it.   ❝ blood is thicker than ink.  forget what the law decrees  —  what does your heart tell you is right ? ❞