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kenna i love you so much ! you are one of the most patient & kind & funny & talented people i have had the privilege of getting to know here on this platform & i love you with all my heart ! i'm so so grateful to have you as my friend, to write things with you, to develop incredibly soft dynamics with you that bring me to tears, & just to be able to talk with you about life. i appreciate you so so so much. thank you for being you, & please make sure you have a wonderful birthday week — you deserve it !

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🪐 — edward teach​ ;

a low hum vibrates along his throat.   he doesn’t doubt his first mate’s words even for a second,  even in this state.  he trust izzy to take care of things when the weather gets a little rough and his head ducks down under,  surface barely in sight.  he trusts him to handle the crew,  and keep an eye out for trouble  —  coming from both outside and inside,  since they both know mutinies don’t just fall on your stupid head out of nowhere.  there are always signs,  people muttering about some inane thing or the other easily turns into dangerous little whispers.  edward should know.  it’s exactly how he became captain in the first place,  all those years ago  (   good riddance benjamin,  have fun in hell   ).  but it’s not that bad yet  —  izzy would tell him,  if it were.  he would put a stop to it with as much efficiency as he does anything else.  shit.  he really would,  wouldn’t he?  the absolute certainly hits him like a tidal wave,  for some reason. 

perhaps it’s just that,  or the subtle shift in tone,  which finally prompts him to move.  izzy deserves a little better than being dismissed without a glance,  after all.  so edward opens his eyes,  takes his hand away from his forehead and..  he is forgetting something,  isn’t he?  but what?  he’s not thinking very straight.  oh.  he moves up too fast and of course his stupid knee locks up,  pain shooting through it.  his legs almost buckle as he stumbles,  barely managing to grip the back of the chair in time.   ❛  oh,  fuck off.  ❜   voice strains around a half muffled groan,  still he manages to wheeze out something close to a laugh.  the first one in days.  ❛  how’s the weather?  think it might rain soon.  ❜   one thing that knee is ever good for,  at least:  it usually troubles him more when the sky is about to turn ugly and dark. 

          HE HAS TO FORCE HIMSELF not to go to his captain’s side when he stumbles, not to reach out a comforting hand. that is not how things are done. not for them. life is pain,  &  they survive only out of a refusal to show weakness in the face of it.  &  yet izzy still has to choke down the desire to do whatever he can manage to soothe not edward’s aches. his own pain is easy to weather, but to see his captain flinch  &  grimace as his old injury locks his knee is all but insufferable. ( after all, it had been his inability to stand by  &  bear witness as the english tortured edward that had caused izzy to leave his old life behind  &  follow him instead all those years ago. )  yet he still manages a gruff attempt at humor about it as he steadies himself with a firm grip on the back of his chair,  &  izzy allows himself a brief smile, pride flaring hot in his chest.                                           ❝ it might do, tomorrow, ❞ he agrees with a curt nod. in truth, blackbeard was far better at predicting the minutiae of the weather — yet another reason he was sorely missed abovedeck. but izzy knows that this particular prediction likely comes more from the stubborn enduring weakness in his knee than from atmospheric observations.  &  while he knows too well that tenderness is not permitted between men like them, he also knows that no one is watching them here.  &  perhaps it’s only an excuse for him to draw closer, but it is izzy’s job to serve his captain’s needs, after all. ❝ is your brace alright, boss ? does it need to be tightened ? ❞  he asks, his tone uncharacteristically gentle as he takes a tentative step forward. he hasn’t been called but still he comes, drawn to edward as a moth to flame, no regard for the potential to be burned. ❝ let me help you. ❞

🪐 —open prompt  sent by  @artereis​  / podrick               ❛  i  hope  that  you’re  okay . ❜

                    SHE SHOULD HAVE BEEN ELATED. everything her family had worked for since the day she’d been born was finally within their grasp. after two failed attempts at making a strategically beneficial match for her, at last margaery had secured a betrothal to the eldest son of the royal family. she would be queen; it was her grandmother’s dream realized. but in spite of her family’s undeniable victory, there was a heavy weight that had settled in her stomach, a sense of dread that only grew more  &  more intense as her wedding date approached.  &  when podrick was standing before her, it became almost overwhelming. her breath caught in her throat  &  margaery began to despair  —  how could she marry another when her very heart felt as though it was trying to burst from her chest whenever podrick was nearby ?                                                                              but it was not her choice to make; this was her duty to her family. her head held high in resolve, her lips curl into a well-practiced smile, though in her chest her heart is split open  &  aching. ❝ of course. it’s my honor to be of service to my family  &  to the kingdom. ❞  it wasn’t truly an answer to his question,  &  margaery hopes that it goes unnoticed —  or does she want him to notice the false note in her voice, that somehow he will hear the truth behind her carefully measured words ? even she cannot say for what she hopes.

🪐 — kang sae-byeok​ ;

sae-byeok doesn’t belong there.   she can feel her skin crawling with the wrongness of it all,  more and more with every minute ticking off that stupid expensive clock over her head.  she forces herself to unclench her jaw,  to stop trying to guess how much it could be worth and how much she could do with it  —  she would bring her mother here,  would save up money for her brother’s education,  to start.  but in order for her to do even a fraction of that,  she needs to pretend to be one of the young and wealthy for as long as it take for her plan to work out. 

katiana’s voice grates on her ears,  still she turns on her heel to gather both the bottle and the box of pastries,  seemingly without a word of complaint.  even if she utters a few nasty words in korean under her breath,  it’s too low for anyone to hear and besides,  no one is really paying attention to their surroundings.  a mistake,  obviously.  that is exactly what she is going to use to her advantage to lighten their purses.   ❛  that is your dinner?  ❜   she is back on the patio with brows raised,  voice a little too flat to pass for concerned.  not that she is trying.  not that she cares.  it’s only going to be a bother if the other girl ends up feeling sick.

         PERHAPS IF SHE’D BEEN PAYING ATTENTION,  katiana would have noticed the way her guest eyed the pricey decor,  or heard the irritated whispers at being asked to wait upon her.  but the heiress is in her own little world,  as usual  — one where the only thing that matters is her empty glass  —  &  sae byeok’s displeasure goes unnoticed.  ❝ don’t be silly — i’m going out to eat with some investment banker’s son later tonight, ❞  she muses when sae-byeok returns, sweets in one hand  &  champagne in the other.  &  katiana’s graceful fingertips reach out to pluck a perfect pink pastry out of the box without so much as a thank you.  ❝ i just wanted a snack now. ❞                                                   but when she takes the bottle of champagne from her, at least katiana pours two glasses,  handing one to sae-byeok  &  clinking the crystal rims together delicately before taking the first sip.  ❝ he invited me to this little greek place,  i guess it’s supposed to be good — his uncle or something owns it.  you can come, if you want.  i’m sure he could bring a friend for you to go with. ❞  she continues, swirling the champagne around in her glass as she reaches for another macaron.  ❝ ugh, these are so good, ❞  she says through her mouthful, the pastry airy  &  sweet. ❝ they’re honestly the best you can find outside of paris,  don’t you think ? ❞

🪐 — jack sparrow​ ;

      His memories of her from his childhood were surprisingly vivid: the strong… a young Jack could only describe it as swamp smell that clung to the very bones of this wooden shack, the pots and talismans and other assorted trinkets that he had always longed — and occasionally tried — to take home with him, the rhythmic quality to her voice that made any story she told sound like the most interesting thing he had ever heard. Teague had strange friends but Tia Dalma had always stood out.

       “ You knew her? ” There was no way her remark had been made by accident, but something youthful and hopeful leapt in Jack’s eyes nonetheless. But even as he leaned forward in his chair, a willing listener to whatever stories she cared to tell, he couldn’t help but spare a quick, wary glance over his shoulder. “ He… ” Teague wasn’t present here in Tia Dalma’s shack, but his mother had been the forbidden spectre of his youth for long enough that the habit had become difficult to break. “ Teague doesn’t really talk about her. ” Jack shrugged slightly, crossing his arms in front of him on the table. “ And I don’t really remember much. ”

       THE EYES IN QUESTION CAME ALIGHT at the mention of maria, though the goddess’s own sharp gaze did not miss the flicker of fear as they looked away briefly, ensuring they were truly alone before he spoke. but there was hope there, too. young jack could not hide his interest in the topic.  &  suddenly, calypso found herself a bit sad for the boy. their mortal lives were so unbearably short, after all,  &  she could see how he yearned for so much as a scrap of detail from the life that had given him his own. that his father would deny that to him seemed cruel — but that too was the way of men, she had found.                                           ❝ only briefly, ❞  she responds, moving away from her heavily laden shelves to seat herself at the table across from jack. ❝ your father brought her here once, before you were born. ❞ grimy fingertips play idly with the bones laid out before her, twisting them into new angles as she calls to mind the face he sought. the humans all began to blend together over time, but it is easier to remember maria with jack there before her; they really do look quite alike. a smile curls at one side of tia dalma’s lips, her knuckles rapping softly against the wooden tabletop. ❝ that a woman like her could handle captain teague was proof enough of her strength of spirit. ❞