What We Do In The Shadows 2.05

What We Do in the Shadows 2.05

yes the rumors are true i rosemary am adding a twilight muse to my roster in the year of our lord 2022  ( super not-canon  &  adapted to the wwdits universe as main )  &  if you think i’m cringe, just know that i am having too much fun to care 

🪐 — HARVEY KINKLE​  for  giovanni !

“Ohhhh yeah! You’re Tony’s cousin, right? Gio? Tony’s out back tuning up. Yeah, he mentioned you might be here. I’m Harvey, Harvey Kinkle. Lead singer, lead guitarist. Really cool that we’re gonna play in consecutive sets tonight. We should all get drinks after.”

  ❝ YEAH, THAT’S ME,  good to meet you, man, ❞  giovanni says in greeting.  his guitar case is slung across his back, leaving one hand free to extend out to shake the other boy’s.  ❝ it was pretty sweet of him to get us this gig.  we’ve never played in this part of town before.  it’ll be nice to get in front of some new ears. ❞   harvey’s got a friendly smile, inviting  &  earnest,  &  giovanni finds it hard to turn down the kind offer.  ❝ drinks after sounds good.  we were planning to hang around to listen to your set anyway  —  it’s smart to hear what the other local bands are putting out, you know. ❞ 

𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛 :   HERA KOSTOPOULIS 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚔 𝚖𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚒.   𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚋𝚢 𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚢.  𝚎𝚜𝚝. 𝟸𝟶𝟷𝟺.   𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎.   ©

🪐 — JACK SPARROW​  for  stede !

        There was something irritatingly earnest in Jack’s smile too, something he wished would go away immediately. This would be easier if the only thought on his mind was in fleecing this undoubtedly rich, undoubtedly naive fool — but could he really be blamed for genuinely wanting to know more about him, too? After all, a man who had the audacity to walk into a Tortuga bar dressed like that was a man with either a spectacular lack of common sense, or a man who simply didn’t care for what other people thought of him. The second sentiment was something Jack could respect. Begrudgingly. He took a mental note of Stede’s drink order. Red wine. Definitely accustomed to the high life. Jack asked for his usual, go-to drink of rum before reaching out to shake the extended hand. “ The pleasure’s all mine, Captain Bonnet. ” There was no use introducing himself: both this Stede Bonnet and now the entire tavern knew that Captain Jack Sparrow was in port.

         “ The Revenge, hm? ” Curious name for a ship. An even curiouser name for a ship captained by a man who didn’t appear like he’d had a violent thought ever in his life. And that was without even stating the obvious: that this man wasn’t just a pirate, but a pirate captain. “ Revenge against what? ” It was an innocuous question accompanied by a small smile and a shrug, although perhaps Stede would surprise him with his response. Jack’s thoughts were rarely far away from the word, after all, particularly as of late. He craned his head to glance once more at the man’s outfit. “ Revenge against pointed shoes that civilised society insists are fashionable? You’ll find boots are so much more comfortable. Especially on board a ship. ” He stopped short of mentioning that he’d worn them himself in the merchant service for five years of his life and hated every minute of it.

    IT’S NOT EXACTLY A TRICK QUESTION,  the other captain seemingly having meant nothing by it aside from placating his curiosity.  &  yet stede finds himself unprepared for it,  &  he’s left grasping for what to say.  in truth, he had simply thought it sounded like a fearsome name for a ship, like the kind of thing that a true rapscallion of the high seas would name their vessel.  but even with his lack of real-life experience with pirates, stede was not naive enough to think that such an admission would be taken well.  amongst men like this, strength was respected above all else.  &  with no victorious stories of his own to tell as of yet, he stammers for a moment.                                           but at the mention of his shoes, stede’s gaze drops, grateful for the distraction.  ❝ what, these ?  no, of course not.  i actually find them quite comfortable  —  but perhaps i’m just used to them. ❞  after all, if he showed up to one of his high-society luncheons in a pair of plain old boots like the ones that captain jack donned, he would surely be laughed straight out of room  —  though stede had to admit, the soft well-worn leather looked far more appealing than the stiff shiny lacquer that encased his own feet.  perhaps he could consider this his first piece of official advice, captain-to-captain.  &  he gives a shallow laugh, that the break in the tension allowing him to formulate a response.         ❝ why, i seek revenge against the crown, of course !  don’t we all ? ❞  it’s only an educated guess, but surely england would be a suitable target of ire amongst men such as these, who lived their lives boldly outside the law.  ❝ the king’s navy thinks they can tell me what to do, but i tell you this now, i do not take too kindly to being made to follow orders. no sir, stede bonnet is a man who takes what it is he wants. ❞  never mind that in reality, he had only pillaged a single plant from a pair of poor fishermen thus far.

— Tathève Simonyan, Colourless Musings

[text ID: In my corner of the world, killing is a love language.]