HEATHER BECKER For Brian !

🪐 — HEATHER BECKER​  for  brian !

“i   think   i’ve   decided   that   you   don’t   get   my   all   powerful   self-knowledge.”   she   states,   her   hands   in   her   pocket,   shrugs   the   words   off.   brian   is   not   a   simple   individual.   underneath   the   surface   there   is   so   much.   there   is   a   lot   heather   knows.   she   feels.   reflecting   back   from   him   to   her.   like   a   mirror.   she   doesn’t   take   it   personally,   she   finds   it   intriguing.   a   fun   little   game,   being   close   to   him   and   picking   him   apart.   him   unaware   of   such   a   thing.   “-you   can   be   sarcastic   all   you   want,   but   my   gloomy   and   depressed   persona   will   not   be   broken   nor   shaken  …   i’ve   endured   worse   than   you,   brian   walker.   i’ll   survive.”  

     ❝ YOU SAYING YOU NEVER HAVE ANY FUN ? ❞  &  he says the last word like it means something else, his eyebrows waggling suggestively just in case his tone was too subtle for heather catch.  but while brian’s not the brightest bulb or what-the-fuck-ever the saying is, he’s smart enough to know that heather doesn’t miss much with those big round moonglow eyes of hers.  honestly, he can’t figure out why she’s still here, why she hasn’t realized just how far beneath her he really is just yet.  brian doesn’t exactly try to hide who he is  —  he prefers to wear it all out in your face with his lewd comments  &  his big meaningless tattoos  &  his trailer trash wardrobe.  it’s usually enough to send smart people running for the hills the minute they catch sight of him.                                                              but heather’s still here.  &  honestly, maybe she’s doing the exact same thing as he is with her whole goth getup  &  addams-family makeup.  but the difference is, he knows how to have a good time with it ;  how to use his persona to attract the right kind of trouble.  it remains to be seen whether the same can be said of heather.  &  brian leans in, nudges her with an elbow, always teasing, prodding, poking.  always pushing to see just how far he can go before he gets snapped back at.  ❝ you ever tried getting drunk ?  smoking weed ?  fucking ?  that shit always manages to put a smile on my face.  &  who knows, getting some might do you a little good. ❞ 

We’re looking for this … and what it goes to.

black sails meme: [5/7 scenes] any man stood a chance against him is dead. if we don’t try something they ain’t expecting, then we’re all fucking dead.  if any of the men who stood a chance to beat him are dead, then what do you suggest?  “any man.”

🪐 — IZZY HANDS  for  stede​  !

There was too much going through his mind right now. Stede was making too much sense and be fucking hated that. Fucking hated that Stede Fucking Bonnet was right. Hell truly had frozen over hadn’t it? The mutual desire to get Edward back was a problem all in itself. Of course Izzy wanted to find his friend. Of course he wanted him back on ship and to make sure he was alright. Yet Blackbeard had made it very clear to Izzy that he was not to come look for him. Would this flagrant disobedience be met with understanding if Stede was there or would the man make good on his threat? Would he disobey his current captain by not helping Stede? Was there any solution to this where he wasn’t disobeying someone?

Izzy felt stressed and anxious about this whole thing. He was, at a core, a follower and someone who needed to do a good job. Someone who needed to feel needed. There was no neat fix to this situation was there? What he did know is it was worth whatever consequence might befall on him if it meant Edward was found and was okay. And Bonnet was right. Izzy did know Edward more than anyone else. At least he did. The Kraken was — something else. The combined legend they’d created together over the years come to life in all its ferocity.

“You really fucked with his head, you know?” Izzy returned coolly, tugging at his shirt sleeve to pull it down more, cover himself up like he was wearing armor. “He was — he changed after you left. He got — he got low. He wouldn’t leave his room and when he did he was weirdly — he was in denial. Fuck if I know. You broke his fucking heart,” he snapped before swallowing and looking down guiltily. The first mate’s voice got a little quieter.

“But — I — I think I did too…” he admitted for the first time aloud. As much as he thought he wanted Blackbeard back, Izzy had come to understand he had been wrong. Ed had given him exactly what he thought he wanted but it wasn’t the man he’d grown to care for. He was scary. Not in a good way. “I — I told him..” Izzy looked up at Stede across the room, wondering if the man would change his mind. Banish him from the ship. Yell at him. Yeah. That might actually be comforting. He deserved it. “I told him that I should have let the English kill him — that the person he’d become — the depressed cheery sap trying to pretend everything was fine was a fate worse than death. He — He — I fucked up. He’s not either of the Edward’s we know now…” Izzy had dropped his head into his hands in frustration with himself, fingers curling tightly into gray hair. “I really hurt him — and I regret every word I said. You have to believe me, Bonnet. I was wrong. About so much. About you. — I’m scared to see him again. If I go against him like this — I don’t think I’ll make it out it this time,” he admitted nervously.

       THERE IS AN EDGE TO IZZY’S WORDS,  an honestly that cuts every but as sharp as his sword had.  you really fucked with his head. you broke his fucking heart.  &  stede had known as much  — on some level, he had known.  but it’s still painful to hear it spoken so plainly.  &  perhaps once he would recoil from the venom in his words, but stede forces himself to stand tall, unflinching, as a captain should.  &  then izzy’s voice changes as his head falls, tone drops until it is soft  &  uncertain  &  entirely different than it had been only a moment before.                                    &  stede cannot keep the surprise from his face at the first mate actually admitting he had been wrong, his brows flying upward toward his golden hairline in shock.  izzy didn’t seem the type who would be eager to face his own mistakes, but stede realizes as he looks at the man that he barely knows him, in truth.  so perhaps he was wrong about izzy, too.  &  he frowns then, pondering over izzy’s words, his gaze dropping to the man’s mangled foot clad in bandages.           there is a long moment of silence as stede considers the other man with a curious gaze, but when he speaks again his voice is just as steady as it had been before.  ❝ we will both have plenty to apologize for once we find him.  he is owed that much.  from both of us. ❞  something that mary had said to stede echoed in his head suddenly, the image of her with a skewer hovering just above his temple seared into his memory.  we just can’t seem to stop hurting each other,  she had said.  for them, separation had been the only way to stop the pain.  they had both wanted different things.  but the crucial difference between the two relationships was that izzy still wanted his captain, still sought to follow his orders.  that much was achingly obvious  —  his mere continued presence aboard the ship was proof enough of it.  &  stede knew what he wanted now, too, late though his realization might have been.  the only question was whether edward still wanted either of them back.  but they would not know that until they found him.  ❝ whether he chooses to accept or not  —  yours or mine  —  is his decision alone, no matter who he may be.  it’s a risk that i am prepared to take.  if you are not, then you’re free to depart. ❞                                  &  yet, izzy’s final warning does stick, sends a tremor of fear up stede’s spine.  it was true that edward had left the majority of his crew on that tiny spit of land to die.  they only been rescued by sheer chance when he had happened upon them in his stolen rowboat.  &  while jim had been aboard the revenge when they returned, there was still a noticeable absence aboard the ship that stede had been too frightened to ask about until now.  though it occurred to him suddenly that if anyone would know what had happened to the young scribe, it would likely be izzy.  ❝ but if that is what you should decide, there is one more thing i must ask of you before you go :  where is lucius ? ❞

“It’s alright to be scared. It’s what you do when you’re scared that matters.”

thinking about how cute it is that we spend our free time crafting collaborative stories together with our favorite characters, sometimes related to their canon  &  sometimes entirely outside of it.  thinking about how pure it is that people all over the world sit down  &  take time out of their lives to write things  for me  &  make little stories up  with me.  thinking about how when i pick up a new muse my friends are always ready to find a way for them to interact with them, no matter who they’re writing at the time or how close their source canons might be.  thinking about how every time i get a little bubble on my activity page, it could be a friend giving me a little gift consisting of a personalized piece of their writing,  &  how they used their creative energy on the cute little made up stories we discussed together.  just thinking about how much i love my rp partners today.