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THIS BLOG IS NOW ARCHIVED.  You can find Elizabeth here.

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THIS BLOG IS NOW ARCHIVED.  You can find Elizabeth here.

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THIS BLOG IS NOW ARCHIVED.  You can find Elizabeth here.

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PSA.     I’m gonna be disappearing for a few nights on all blogs! I’ll still be around in messages if people wanna chat. I’ve just decided to pause on posting replies/drafts until I’m at least 50% caught up on all the shit I owe. It’s time to pound through drafts. I’ve completed all things owed on ALFRED PENNYWORTH and ANSEL so far (I cheated a little & deleted their inbox) but I still have LUCILLE, AMBER, HARRY OSBORN, GAVIN, STITCH, HOPE MIKAELSON, ELIZABETH SWANN, VICKI DONOVAN && MULTI-MUSE left to do. Wish me luck! I’m gonna god damn need it.

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Elizabeth had never imagined she’d be in this position. THAT SHE WOULD COME WILLINGLY TO THE SANCTUARY.  Most of her visits here were strict business. Nothing more than a means to an end because coming here meant Negan didn’t come to her ground. BUT THEN SHE’D MET LISA.  Her interactions with the other woman had changed Elizabeth’s views somewhat. Perhaps not towards her husband, but towards the other people that followed him. Each one was a survivor, like herself and her crew.  EACH ONE HAD A REASON FOR FOLLOWING THEIR FEARLESS LEADER.  Lisa’s had been to find her daughters. As a mother, that was something the female Captain could respect. She would’ve done the same.

❛ I hope I have. ❜     Her comment was spoken with mild caution.  SHE DIDN’T WANT TO CREATE FALSE HOPE. Thus far, all Elizabeth had seen of the two girls in question was one photograph. However, a pair of similar appearance had arrived at the docks three nights ago. Both of which could be the missing children.  FOR LISA’S SAKE,  SHE TRULY HOPED THEY WERE.   She couldn’t imagine not knowing the whereabouts of her William should he ever disappear. It would be torture.      ❛ Here. I took a picture. ❜     Hand extended to offer Lisa the polaroid.     ❛ We found them not too far from base and offered them a warm meal. I didn’t want to bring them here in case it wasn’t them. It seemed unfair. ❜    

CONTINUED FROM HERE  /  @motheriing

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DARYL  |  & ELIZABETH.

“WELL CONSIDERIN’ YER CIRCUMSTANCE,” grunted the hunter, thrusting the heel of his boot into the face of a walker that was clawing along the hull. “It ain’t ME you should be barkin’ at.”

Grip tightened around sword and Elizabeth delivered harsh blow after harsh blow to the attacking monsters.     ❛ I do not bark, Mister Dixon. I  ------------- express myself in an authoritative tone. ❜   FINE. SHE BARKED.  The female Captain slash leader wasn't about to confess to that, however. Shoulder nudged into a Walker until it tumbled overboard before turning to face the person generous enough to help blow holes in her ship.     ❛ I was MORE THAN CAPABLE of handling the matter alone. ❜     That's the second lie she's told in less than five minutes.

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THE GOVERNOR  |  & ELIZABETH. 

The Governor scoffs lightly at Elizabeth’s optimism. He didn’t believe in such a thing anymore. Not after the cruel hand he’d been dealt again and again throughout his life, both before and after the apocalypse. 

“I s’pose I can agree with you there. Somewhat. They were us. Not ‘nymore.” That fact became especially clear to him when his turned daughter had been taken from him. The Governor had then realized that his daughter had died so long ago, and not when her reanimated corpse had been dispatched. 

“That,” he continues, “I don’t know if I can agree with.”

It’s no doubt that a grieving widower without his daughter that had been the last light in his life was the push he needed off the cliff for him to toy with the thought of suicide. He pressed on, however, for the greater good. He was the figure of strength and authority here and wouldn’t let himself appear as anything else. 

The Governor returned the smile when it was offered to him, tight-lipped but sincere nonetheless. 

“That so?” he asks rhetorically with a raise of his brow before his smile turns a little sheepish at her next assumption. “Guess you must be right. The people chose the name. Not me. So many titles of authority and they chose the most honourable, in my opinion.”

He chose her words, not only because he believed them himself, but because it was something he always strived to be. Certainly much of what he did wasn’t entirely honourable, but it couldn’t be labelled as dishonourable if the public never knew about it.

Hum of agreement escaped the female.     ❛ You're right.  NOT ANYMORE. ❜     Even in all her optimism and will to survive, Elizabeth could not argue with him there. She had witnessed people turn into whatever these monsters called themselves. The former Captain of their ship. Members of her crew.  HER OWN FATHER.  Each one went from being a person she had loved and adored, to someone unrecognisable. Not even a shell of the person he or she used to be. This disease didn't just kill a person. It ate them up from within and turned them into complete strangers. Ruined one's last moment.

Her gaze watched him for a long, quiet moment and she wondered what he himself had suffered through.  EACH ONE OF THEM CAME WITH THEIR OWN TRAGIC STORY.  Where they'd been when the outbreak first begun, how they had come to be here. It seemed inappropriate to ask, however. The former Governess was raised to protect her peer's boundaries.     ❛ You must agree with it in some manner. You became their leader after all. That doesn't sound like a man who's given up on the idea of this world to me. ❜     That was a compliment too rather than a casual observation.   People who took it upon themselves to guide other.

❛ It is. He was a good Governor. An even better man. ❜     Soft smile lingered, growing ever wider when he spoke of the title with such praise.  MOST WOULDN'T HAVE BOTHERED. Most didn't even understand. Prior to the outbreak, her father's title had often been challenged or overthrown. Perhaps because he had been too kind to argue against them. Head turned back to her small son, who continued to dig in the dirt like he was searching for China.  NOT A SINGLE CARE OR CONCERN.  Oh, the wonders of being an innocent child. Elizabeth sometimes envied that.     ❛ An honourable title for an honourable man, I'm sure. Sounds better than Captain. ❜

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"i believe there’s no salvation for me now."

The look upon Elizabeth’s pale features suggested she did not agree.  TOO MUCH HAD BEEN SEEN IN HER SHORT THOUGH EVENTFUL LIFE.  Had witnessed both nightmares and miracles come to life right in front of her. Salvation seemed more than possible after all that. Even for those who perhaps did not deserve or seek it.     ❛ Someone I once knew told me that no cause is lost if there is but one fool left to fight for it.  ❜     William Turner might not be among them now, but his teachings continued to live on through her and their son.  IT KEPT HIM ALIVE IN HER HEART.     ❛ I believe he was right. I believe salvation can be found for all of us. You just have to want it enough. ❜    The question was, did he want it? 

STILL ACCEPTING  /  @neverparted

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SALAZAR  |  & ELIZABETH.

           ❛Live with it and sometimes dying with it.❜ The tone in his voice was a mixture of pain and anger. It had been twenty years as far as he knew since he last had the chance to be any sort of free. He had actually stopped keeping track after a while. Salazar had been through enough in both life and death. More than enough for him to have scars from it. Both emotional and physical but most of all reminders. 

LIFE AND DEATH COULD BE A FICKLE THING.  It seemed even fickler, however, here at sea. Never final, never-ending. Her William had discovered that when his hand stabbed the heart of Davy Jones. Elizabeth couldn’t help what horrors Salazar had suffered. She shouldn’t care.  HE WAS SUPPOSED TO BE THE ENEMY AFTER ALL.  But then, most people were enemies with Captain Jack Sparrow. That didn’t mean she had to feel the same. Otherwise, she’d never rest.      ❛ Tell me what happened. ❜     It was more a question than a demand, soft-spoken and cautious. Like a part of her was uncertain whether or not this was a tale she wanted to hear. 

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QUEEN  |  & GOVERNESS. 

“my son the king is currently far too busy to come and see you, madame Swann. I will be attending whatever it is you desire for the day.” The Queen Mother and Regent makes her presence now, a warm smile on her lips, if not a little hint of tiredness reflecting on her gaze at all the troubles she was going through in order to assure her son grew up to be even a higher name than his father. “If that, of course, is alright with you.” And the queen waits, hands resting over her belly as she watches her youngest son Phillippe pass by with his governess. 

Kind smile was offered in response. If there was one thing Elizabeth could understand, it was the pressure and exhaustion of having such strong responsibilities bearing down on one’s shoulders. Her role as Governess was perhaps not as demanding as that of a King or Queen, nor her former role as a Pirate Lord, but it at least allowed the other woman some insight. BEING A WOMAN STANDING IN WHAT OTHER’S BELIEVED TO BE A ‘MAN’S ROLE’ WAS CHALLENGING ENOUGH.  Made even harder when other people watched from the sidelines, waiting for a stumble or a fall.      ❛ You'll hear no complaints from me. ❜     HER WORDS OFFER FURTHER REASSURANCE.      ❛ I should’ve brought Master William with me. I’m sure he and King Philippe would’ve had much fun together. ❜     Her son, however, hated traveling. It was a relief somewhat to know he hadn’t inherited his father’s passion for ships.      ❛ I was hoping we could discuss the possibilities of trade between Port Royal and France. ❜

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This is a SHIPPING CALL for ELIZABETH and/or ELIJAH SWANN. This can be for all kinds of ships. Friends, enemies, friends with benefits, unrequited feelings, romantic relationships, arranged marriage, whatever. Let’s go wild together. CLICK THE LIKE BUTTON if interested and I’ll send an IM across to discuss further. Please have something in mind though because I’m indecisive af. If preferred, their individual PERMANENT STARTER CALLS can be found here and here. 

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This is a PERMANENT STARTER CALL for ELIJAH SWANN. Even though I have a lot of mutuals, I can still get super anxious about sending stuff out to other people. I’ve found things like this are super helpful and reassuring. Pressing the like button is granting me full permission to TAG YOU IN STARTERS, ALWAYS SEND YOU THE MEME, EDIT DUAL PROMOS, IM YOU TO PLOT, ETC. with the genderswapped version character.

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This is a PERMANENT STARTER CALL for the wonderful ELIZABETH SWANN. Even though I have a lot of mutuals, I can still get super anxious about sending stuff out to other people. I’ve found things like this are super helpful and reassuring. Pressing the like button is granting me full permission to TAG YOU IN STARTERS, ALWAYS SEND YOU THE MEME, EDIT DUAL PROMOS, IM YOU TO PLOT, ETC. with this character. 

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                                         “WE AIN’T THEM”