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to one of my dearest friends, nellie/louie. ( @nauticql )

happy birthday to my least favorite british person! i haven't known you very long, but i already feel like i've known you for years. from joking about jumping on planes to beat you up to headcanoning with our muses you've always managed to make me smile and feel welcomed in the community. this is very last minute and kind of rushed, but i have tried my best to make this. have a wonderful birthday and make sure to eat some cake <3

a crack au in which jack phillips survives the sinking and later celebrates harold brides birthday with a wonderful surprise!

and ofc sam and ed bc we love a collapsible b duo ( lets not forget them going back into third class to save people ).

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"officer walton, i demand you give me my dinner back NOW or i'll... i'll... uh- throw you over board and leave you for the sharks!" ( jack )

Maybe it says something bad about Quinn as a person that returning the piping hot plate of food doesn’t so much as cross her mind. All she can do is stare at him. Is that the best he can do? That’s the intimidation tactic?

Quinn rolls her eyes, and keeps walking. She doesn’t even turn around to look at him. “You know where the galley is,” Quinn calls back. “I trust you to find your way, Mr. Phillips.”

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I LOVE THEM UR HONOR

-----   𝚊   𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚢   𝚕𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑   𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚜   𝚘𝚞𝚝   𝚘𝚏   𝚑𝚒𝚖,   𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐   𝚝𝚑𝚎   𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚎   𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚝   𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐.   shaking   his   head,   he   as   looks   over   at   his   friend.   his   eye   squints   in   the   setting   sun.   “ what   did   i   do   to   deserve   this   kind   of   treatment   ??   “   he   scoffs.   its   (   jokingly   )   taken   james   quite   aback.   as   if   james   himself   would   not   retaliate   !!   “   i   was   just   stood   here,   minding   my   own   business   and   you   came   out   with   that.   some   friend   you   are   !!   “ and   yet,   he   still   is   laughing.   truthfully,   he’d   like   to   see   jack   try.   may   the   best   man   win.

@ledmarconi asked: jack rested his chin atop the rail, glancing over at james with a playful smile. it was rare they had shifts that allowed them to hang out outside of work. but here they stood, near the middle of the night with matching shifts. "i outta throw you over board!" he suggested with a laugh

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[ 𝐆𝐀𝐙𝐄 ] ― sender and receiver lock eyes across the room (plotting mischief or something)

content type ; requested drabble.

featuring ; james moody.

that oh so familiar look... it meant that james was up to no good and that he wished for his friend to join in on the trouble. the two had locked eyes and held contact for a few seconds. jack knew james well enough to know what he was thinking. now, usually jack was calm and tended to keep to himself. he grew up christian and had his eyes set on schooling, now he was focused on his career. he was a good kid. but when it came to stirring up trouble with his friends? he couldn't help himself, he loved a good prank. james and jack had a code. one tap meant stay and discuss matters in front of everyone, two meant meet up and have a private conversation. somewhat similar to the codes jack used while communicating over the telegraph machine... can you guess who came up with their secret code? ( hint: his name starts with j and ends with k. )

casually, jack set his hand on the nearest object and let his eyes wander as he tapped his fingers. tap, tap. just as fast as he'd caught james's glance, he was heading into the hallway. after a moment of waiting, jack watched james leave the bridge and flashed him a knowing grin. he pushed himself off the wall and tucked his hands in his pockets, swiveling to face him. "now, who are we pranking? possibly officer lowe...? or maybe even bride, aye?"

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" james , would you like to make plans once your watch is done? i'm off work at 2. i may be tired but we could just sit on the deck."

" i would love to, i will see you then. "

— featuring @sixthofficer

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content type ; one-shot.

featured muses ; harold bride , quinn walton , theodore ismay , anastasia andrews-ismay, henry wilde , charles lightoller , constance morgan , a brief mention of edward smith.

CONTENT WARNING — hello everybody! i would just like to begin this by saying this is only loosely based off true historical events. due to the addition of numerous original characters along with the actual events of john phillips birthday being unknown, there may be some inaccuracies. this is a headcanon based writing and i hope you all will enjoy it. thank you.

𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘-𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐆𝐄.

twenty-five. that was quite a boring age, there was no major achievements that came with it. not to mention, it was just a step closer to old age. that was an odd thought for the young wireless operator. in his eyes he was still young, he couldn't view himself any older than the present time. what would he be like as an old man? he surely hoped that he would be happy, possibly have a nice family and even a nice home. this, of course, would never happen. maybe jack could only see himself reaching the age of twenty-five because of the events looming only a few days in the near future. but nobody could predict that. it was a nearly unsinkable ship after all, the grandest of its time.

perhaps that's why he didn't mind being on the ship for his birthday, he didn't need a celebration. he enjoyed his work. although it was tiring and some of the messages seemed irrelevant, at least he was doing it with his colleague. harold bride. they joked and taunted and within the few days of knowing one another, jack already viewed harold as a brother. out of every person on the ship, harold was the only one he'd mentioned his birthday to. it was a simple topic brought up in one of their conversations and jack had thought nothing of it, going as far as to assure him that he didn't mind spending his day in the wireless room. so when the clock struck 2 pm and he heard the door creak open, he thought nothing of it. still consumed in sending a final message before he was off, he didn't even care to watch as the younger man slowly approached him.

suddenly "bloody hell! HAROLD!" echoed through the room as jack lept from his seat, his entire back now drenched in ice cold water. meanwhile, manic laughter could be heard as harold nearly toppled over, grabbing the chair to steady himself and slapping his hand on jacks shoulder. "happy birthday, john! hope twenty-five is a good one!" in response, jack brought his hand up and with one swift movement, slapped the back of harold's head. ( he couldn't bring himself to slap him in the face... the joke may have been somewhat funny ) in response, harold moved to chase him. jack ran to the other side of the room, picking up the remaining water left in the bucket. "stay back! i'll get you back!"

"oh no you won't!" harold exclaimed, picking up the chair and holding it like a shield.

jack shook the bucket at him and pretended to throw it, laughing as harold lept back. "where did you even get this from?" jack scolded, yanking his vest off and setting it to the side along with the bucket. subconsciously, he wrapped his arms around himself and shivered. the water had been unbearably cold, almost like ice and the moment it hit his back it felt like knives being slammed into him. harold smirked and shrugged "you can thank officer walton for that one. i managed to catch them while they were checking the waters temperature." after processing for a moment, jack forced his mouth into a scowl, avoiding looking at his friend. unluckily for him, he caught a glance of harold's face and to no avail he burst into laughter. with a shake of his head, he began to make his way to the door. before leaving, he turned back. "you're awful, you know that?." he spoke with a bright smile.

"yet you still call me your best friend."

"i'm unsure why i do."

"you adore me, admit it."

"... you're lucky i do. if not you would have been thrown over board within our first meeting." jack counteracted and carefully stepped out, peeking his head in for one final statement. "i'll see you in a few hours. good luck, you'll be up all night with these."

the ship was oddly silent, typically jack could hear harold in the next room over and there was always the bustling of stewards and officers outside. but there was nothing. absolutely nothing. it was curious, but not enough to provide jack a reason to investigate. he slid on a new set of clothing and fixed his hair after the chaos that had occurred only moments before.

jack moved to step right back into the wireless room, fixing his tie as he did so. the moment he stepped in, he nearly fell back.

"SURPRISE!!" a feminine voice called out, jacks eyes widening as he took a step back. it was quite a surprise. usually only harold would be in this room and potentially captain smith if they needed to discuss matters. after taking a moment to process, his eyes wandered around the room.

constance morgan, quinn walton, theodore ismay, charles lightoller and even anastasia andrews-ismay were all gathered around a grinning harold.

jacks first thought being 'that little shit, he's told everybody what's so special about today'. but deep down he felt a deep sense of joy, a shy smile spreading across his face as he observed the chaos happening in the wireless room. all of this for him. "it is quite a surprise." jack finally spoke, stunned into near silence.

"come, sit down, john." constance encouraged, leading jack to a chair and carefully setting a birthday cake in front of him. "it was very last minute, but we all pitched in to get a few things for you." she explained and lit the candles.

"oh, please don't sing for me. it's alright. i appreciate it." jack spoke, growing flustered from all the attention at once. before he could refuse any further, the group began singing cheerfully.

an out of tune, happy chorus. an odd mix of people who just so happened to be in the same place at the same time. fate being the one in control.

jack looked up, the smile still not wiped from his face. the music came to an end and ismays son called out "go on, make a wish!"

jack nodded and shut his eyes, thinking to himself as he made his wish.

'i hope i can live like this for the rest of my life.'

and he would. for the remaining days of his short life his birthday wish would be granted, he'd stay alongside all his loved ones and have the family he'd hope to grow old with.

getting snapped out of his thoughts, he heard the popping of a champagne bottle and turned to watch the only female officer aboard the ship. quinn, holding a fizzing bottle. he couldn't help but laugh and shake his head at her, getting up and gathering glasses for everyone but theodore who was too young to drink just yet. after pouring some for everyone, quinn raised a glass. before she could speak, the door opened, revealing chief officer henry wilde. the group turned towards him, expecting for him to ask everyone to head back to what they were meant to be doing, but after entering the room the tallest officer poured himself a glass and turned towards jack. "happy birthday, did i miss your toast?"

jack smiled softly and shook his head, laughing as he heard quinn call out 'to jack!' and with that they all clinked their glasses together, a series of 'to jack' being followed.

his final few days were spent with his lovely colleagues and friends, the people he now viewed as family. being twenty-five may not have been what he expected, but it definitely wasn't eventless like john phillips had predicted. it was filled with family and work, only for the man who had just barely escaped boyhood to pass over on the fateful night of april 15th, 1912.

maybe twenty-five wasn't such a boring age after all.

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THIS IS SO PRETTY? MY BBS

❝ He was a brave man. I learned to love him that night and I suddenly felt a great reverence to see him standing there sticking to his work while everybody else was raging about. I will never live to forget the work of Phillips during the last awful fifteen minutes. ❞

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❝ From aft came the tunes of the band. It was a ragtime tune, I don't know what ... Phillips ran aft and that was the last I ever saw of him alive. ❞

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"harold, come listen to this." jack called out, leaning his ear against the door and carefully listening to the chaos outside their room. "somebody's getting yelled at."

Without even taking a moment to think, Harold practically jumped over to the door before pressing the side of his head to it. Jack was certainly correct, someone was practically getting their head bitten off.

His eyes widened and his hand quickly shot up to cover his mouth for a moment, just in time to stifle a chuckle.

"Blimey! You'd think they had slapped their mother." Harold muttered, pressing his face against the door harder as if that would help him hear the chaos a bit clearer.

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— just a reminder that i've recently opened up my inbox and am accepting prompts! feel free to leave suggestions for me as my muse has skyrocketed with the creation of this blog! hopefully you all will be seeing some little drabbles and even some one shots in the near future, keep your eyes peeled!

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🌙  *  ―     𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐒  (  prompts for the five senses. add [reversed] to reverse the action. feel free to change wording as needed & add details )

𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇.

[ 𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 ] ― sender wraps a soft blanket around receiver’s shoulders [ 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐊 ] ― sender and receiver fall into bed together on silk sheets [ 𝐏𝐔𝐋𝐋 ] ― sender pulls receiver’s hair ( gently / hard ) [ 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑 ] ― sender strokes receiver’s hair [ 𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇 ] ― sender brushes receiver’s hair [ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐓 ] ― sender paints a picture onto part of receiver’s body ( specify what & where ) [ 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐄 ] ― sender traces their fingertips over receiver’s body [ 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑 ] ― sender traces a scar on receiver’s body [ 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃 ] ― sender reaches out to hold receiver’s hand [ 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 ] ― sender worships receiver’s body

𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄.

[ 𝐔𝐍𝐔𝐒𝐔𝐀𝐋 ] ― sender feeds receiver something they’ve never tried before ( specify what ) [ 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐑 ] ― sender feeds receiver something sour ( specify what ) [ 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 ] ― sender feeds receiver something sweet ( specify what ) [ 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐄 ] ― sender feeds receiver something spicy ( specify what ) [ 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 ] ― sender kisses receiver to taste the lingering flavour of what they ate or drank on their lips ( specify what ) [ 𝐂𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐑 ] ― sender bites receiver hard enough to draw blood [ 𝐔𝐍𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐋 ] ― sender feeds receiver soup when they’ve fallen ill [ 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐊 ] ― sender makes receiver a cocktail to try [ 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐇 ] ― sender cooks receiver their favourite meal [ 𝐓𝐑𝐘 ] ―  sender gives receiver a taste of what they’re cooking / baking for their opinion

𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓.

[ 𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐃 ] ― sender blindfolds receiver [ 𝐑𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐄 ] ― sender and receiver see each other again after a period of being apart [ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄 ] ― sender notices something different about receiver ( injury / haircut / tattoo / piercing / etc ) [ 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐋 ] ― sender greets receiver in formal partywear ( feel free to add detail ) [ 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐒 ] ― sender takes receiver to see lanterns in the sky [ 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐒 ] ― sender and receiver lay under the stars to stargaze [ 𝐆𝐀𝐙𝐄 ] ― sender and receiver lock eyes across the room [ 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐖 ] ― sender and receiver see a shadow move out the corner of their eye [ 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍 ] ― sender and receive watch as something burns ( candles / a building / a campfire / etc ) [ 𝐅𝐈𝐒𝐇 ] ― sender takes receiver to the aquarium to watch the sea life [ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐊 ] ― sender recognises receiver at a masquerade party

𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃.

[ 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐂 ] ― sender puts on the radio to listen to music with receiver [ 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘 ] ― sender plays receiver their favourite song on an instrument ( specify what ) [ 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍 ] ― sender and receiver are in bed together while rain lashes against the windows / tent / etc [ 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐑 ] ― sender whispers something in receiver’s ear ( specify what ) [ 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 ] ― sender asks receiver for a dance upon hearing a song [ 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐘 ] ― sender and receiver hear a sound when they should be alone ( footsteps / creaking floorboards / a scream / etc ) [ 𝐇𝐔𝐌 ] ― sender hums a lullaby to lull receiver to sleep [ 𝐌𝐔𝐅𝐅𝐋𝐄𝐃 ] ― sender comforts a temporally deaf receiver after a loud sound ( gunshot / explosion / etc ) [ 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐌 ] ― sender calms receiver down from a panic attack in a loud place [ 𝐀𝐅𝐀𝐑 ] ― sender and receiver hear a muffled sound from another room / outside ( music / people / creature / etc ) [ 𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐖 ] ― sender hears receiver crying and approaches comfort them

𝐒𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐋.

[ 𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐇 ] ― sender puts a scented bath bomb into receiver’s bath [ 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐋𝐄 ] ― sender lights a scented candle for receiver [ 𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 ] ― sender puts perfume / aftershave on receiver’s ( wrist / neck / cheek ) [ 𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓 ] ― sender inhales receiver’s scent [ 𝐂𝐎𝐎𝐊 ] ― sender is drawn to the kitchen by receiver’s cooking [ 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒 ] ― sender steals an item of receiver’s clothes because it smells like them [ 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑 ] ― sender notices receiver smells of their shampoo / shower gel [ 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒 ] ― sender gives receiver flowers [ 𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐇 ] ― sender helps clean receiver after a long day / stressful situation [ 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐘 ] ― sender and receiver walk through the sewers to escape capture / avoid detection / chase someone [ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐄 ] ― sender massages receiver with a scented oil

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hello!! love the new blog and aesthetic <33 cant wait to write stuff with your prompts (and maybe tag you once i post them XD) how about soft mornings or evenings (like the atmosphere of slowly waking up / getting ready to fall asleep but you stay awake to appreciate everything around you) with actions and scenarios?

Late Night/Early Morning Starters

yes; absolutely tag me :O I hope this is what you were looking for! If not, shoot me another ask and I'll try to make a better list lol. (I decided to do just actions as it kinda covers both categories.)

COFFEE; Waking up to a smell of coffee in the air. 

SHEETS; A whiff of fresh linen. 

TIME; A flashing alarm clock. 

CRACKED; Fresh spring air blowing through an open window. 

WINDOW; Sunglare through the glass window. 

AIR; Humid air brushing against sweat-slicked skin. 

MOON; Moonlight flitting through sheer curtains. 

WARM; The knowledge that summer is coming simply from the air. 

COOL; The knowledge that fall is coming simply from the air. 

COZY: The act of burritoing in a blanket. 

BREAKFAST; A warm meal in the morning. 

CURL; A cat curled on a pillow, in your spot. 

PILLOW; Flipping over the pillow to the cool side. 

FUZZY; The heaviness in your bones that makes you say five more minutes. 

DREAM; Blurs of color and people, leaving your mind spinning in the early hours. 

CALL; A phone call that disturbs your sleep. 

FLOWER; Gusts of fragrant flowers carrying through your window. 

NOISE; A noise in the middle of the night. 

FOGGY; Fog that coats the streets. 

TWINKLE; Stars visible from the window of the bedroom.

SNUGGLE; Curling into your S.O. 

HOTEL; Struggling to sleep in a completely different environment. 

BIRDS; A song in the tree outside, at the crack of dawn. 

CARS; Cars rushing by at 3 a.m. 

CITY; Nightlife that never quits, keeping you awake. 

TOWN; An empty town, hushed by midnight. 

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🐝  *  ―  𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒.   (  random assortment of sentences that can but don’t have to be used for muses meeting each other for the first time. feel free to adjust to better fit your muses.  )

❛  i know we only just met but i already feel like i’ve known you my whole life.  ❜ ❛  umm, is this seat taken ?  ❜ ❛  don’t be alarmed now but there’s someone following you. pretend you know me and come with me. i’ll get you somewhere safe.  ❜ ❛  my friends ditched me here and now i could really use a ride home.  ❜ ❛  i don’t think we’ve met yet but you looked like you needed someone to talk to.  ❜ ❛  can you please pretend to be my boyfriend / girlfriend for a moment so my ex will leave me alone ?   ❜ ❛  are you always this straightforward with strangers ?  ❜ ❛  here, i noticed you lost this earlier.  ❜ ❛  i’m sorry, i must’ve mistaken you for somebody else.  ❜ ❛  so, what brings you here today ?  ❜ ❛  hi, my name is [name]. it’s nice meeting you.  ❜ ❛  you’re cute. how about i buy you a drink ?  ❜ ❛  can’t you watch where you are going ?!  ❜ ❛  i just moved into the apartment next to you, so i guess we’re gonna be neighbors now.  ❜ ❛  oh god, you’re [name], aren’t you ?  ❜ ❛  here, let me help you.  ❜ ❛  is there a reasons you’re here on your own ?  ❜ ❛  apparently we’re going to be working on this together now.  ❜ ❛  you look like you could use a hand with that.  ❜ ❛  what do people around here do to have some fun ?  ❜ ❛  looks like this will take a while, huh ?  ❜ ❛  oh god. please tell me you haven’t just heard me talk to myself.  ❜ ❛  excuse me, i think i’m lost.  ❜ ❛  i just wanted to say that i really like your outfit.  ❜ ❛  do you come here often ?  ❜ ❛  do you mind if i join you for a bit ?  ❜ ❛  you looked lonely so i got you a drink.  ❜ ❛  i don’t think we’ve met, i’m [name].  ❜ ❛  what the hell just happened there ?  ❜ ❛  have you seen this anywhere ? i must’ve lost it.  ❜ ❛  can i please use your phone ? i have to call someone to get me out of here.  ❜ ❛  seems like we’re gonna be spending a lot of time together.  ❜ ❛  come with me, and don’t ask any questions. it’s urgent.  ❜ ❛  i heard strange noises coming from your apartment and just wanted to make sure everything is alright.  ❜ ❛  i have a spare ticket, you wanna come in with me ?  ❜ ❛  you don’t know me but will you be my date for tonight ?  ❜ ❛  we’ve got some time to kill so why don’t you tell me a little about yourself ?  ❜ ❛  i don’t usually just walk up to strangers but my friends set me up to it.  ❜ ❛  i think our orders may have gotten mixed up.  ❜ ❛  do i have something on my face or why do you keep looking at me like that ?  ❜

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𝑳𝑬𝑫𝑴𝑨𝑹𝑪𝑶𝑵𝑰. ; brought to you by 𝐞͟𝐥͟𝐥͟𝐢͟𝐞͟.

an independent and highly selective portrayal of 𝐣𝐨𝐡𝐧 ( 𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤 ) 𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬, the senior wireless operator of the rms titanic. loosely based off historical fiction &̲ primarily influenced by research along with historical fact. portrayed by ellie (she/her, 19) my portrayal is also available on discord and possibly instagram in the near future.

— carrd. pinterest. all about my portrayal.

and so the battleships will sink

beneath the waves . . .

inbox ; feel free to send in prompts along with memes! response time may differ depending on the day.

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𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐢𝐬 𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 . . . ?

penn name: ellie. ooc information: 19, eastern time zone, she/her, available on discord along with instagram! how to interact: i am a highly selective roleplay account, due to this i will most commonly interact with mutuals. once i have followed you back you may message me or even send in a prompt for me to write in my inbox.

CONTENT/TRIGGER WARNING: this is a historical roleplay account, in no way is it meant to be disrespectful. i have done hours of research as to ensure i pay respects to the real life jack phillips and shine light on the tragic events him and many others had gone through on april 15th, 1912. if you are uncomfortable with the topics discussed on this page, you may block me but please do not try to attack me or any others in the fandom.

who was jack phillips? ;

john ( jack ) phillips was the senior wireless operator aboard the titanic prior to its sinking on april 15, 1912. while aboard the ship, jack shared the job of being the sole communication to the outside world with his colleague and friend, harold bride. the marconi system was fairly new at the time and the first transatlantic radio signal had only been sent eleven years prior to the titanic setting sail. phillips had been in the wireless room when the iceberg had hit, where he then sent out multiple distress calls in a hopeless attempt to contact other nearby ships and get passengers to safety. after sending out the most common distress signal at the time, cqd, phillips suggested they use sos. a fairly new code at the time. making the titanic one of the first major tragedies to use sos. throughout the entire night, jack remained in the wireless room, refusing to leave even while harold's panic rose. there's still controversy as to how phillips had passed that night, with charles lightoller explaining he'd apologized to him while in the ice cold water while harold bride denies that and says jack was already dead when they found him near the lifeboat. one things for certain, without his distress calls, the survivors of the sinking would have been left in the ocean with little to no communication to other ships.

some cool little snippets about my muse! ;

jack was born on april 11th, 1887, being named john george phillips. his two sisters already being thirteen by the time he was born. sadly, his birthday fell only 4 days prior to the wreck and he even celebrated his birthday aboard the titanic where he turned twenty-five years old.

while sending out the distress signals, harold bride had made multiple attempts to convince jack to leave, even going as far as to force him to wear a life jacket and beating a man, leaving him either unconscious or even dead due to him trying to steal jacks life jacket.

jack grew up religious and now has a plaque dedicated in his memory nearby the church he attended.

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first meetings. late night/early mornings. the five senses.

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