#swallowsandamazons

[ovvercome]

[tatteredxsails]

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Ed crossed his ankles on his desk, taking a draw off of his pipe. He was in a sedate mood, lulled further by the mixture of herbs burning hot in the bowl. He exhaled the smoke in a gust... and made an effort to mask his cough (unsuccessfully) by clearing his throat into the crook of his elbow.

Ely was in the cabin with him, cleaning up. Ed had a habit of collecting things that equally had a habit of collecting dust. It made for good busy work. That, and Edward's habit of discarding things that bored him or that he ceased to have a use for. Like the burned up remains of matches.

"Come talk to me," Ed said after a moment of watching the youth. "C'mon. Sit."

[fxckin-blackbeard]

Voices in My Head

Voices in My Head by Falling In Reverse || X || Starter Post || X || @swallowsandamazons

"The voices in my head keep telling me I'm not okay It's feeling like a hurricane in my brain Dark clouds, hard times, bad weather Please don't make this last forever"

ᒥ🐙ᒧ—        He'd only gotten worse as time went on, the spirals of his mind leading him further down his dark, irredeemable path. The amount of raids increased, and so had Edward's anger. He'd kill anyone that stood in his way, mercilessly. It wasn't uncommon for Edward to return aboard The Revenge soaked in blood after a raid, and this time was no different. He wordlessly goes to his cabin, slamming the door shut behind him once inside.

Edward doesn't notice Ely in the room, his gaze vacantly staring off somewhere as though he wasn't fully there in his body. He approaches his desk and picks up a bottle of rum, popping it open and chugging as much as he can from it in one go. The man then slams down the bottle after and leans over the desk top, his hand coming up to cover his kohl and blood spattered features.

"When will it be fuckin' enough, man..." He mutters aloud to himself, his grip on the desk vice, his knuckles were turning white from it. As he speaks, it clear he truly had no idea they were in the room with him.

[finefabricfancier]

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"Oh, Ely! I was looking for you." The blond man said in a cheerful voice. The youth was up on deck, nibble fingers working the thick rope of the sails. Seemingly out of nowhere Stede produced a book from somewhere in his silk waste coat. "It's a first edition of that book I was telling you about!" He said with glee, holding out the red-covered edition with large gold lettering.

As he spoke his words were interrupted; the deck was bustling with people, all crew member's busy following the orders being shouted at them from somewhere above. "I think you'll really enjoy it." He said in a louder voice, eager to see the youth's reaction.

[actofgrxce]

❛ do you wish i was different? ❜  from Ely

"NO. What?"

"Lookit me in the face, you little shit."

Such harsh words, said so lovingly.

"Better. Now why the fuck would I want that? Honest bloody question."

[neverhangd]

@swallowsandamazons should choose a better moment next time they wanna go for a swim.

Anne is over the rail and in the drink before the shocked crewman even finishes his cry of MAN OVERBOARD! Swimming is a skill a pirate is truly wretched without, and Anne has never been a wretched pirate; with strong, sure strokes she makes it to the kid, pulling one of their arms around her shoulders as she slides her opposite around their middle. The cries echoing out over the water from the deck show the ship in a manic state, with black-painted faces peering out over the railing and craning to see the two redheads in the water below. A line sails out over the heads of the crew and drops with a splash into the drink; Anne ties the rope around the child and tugs once, hard, treading water as they’re hoisted back onto the deck.

She can only pray her speed was enough this time.

[oceanbreathessaltyx]

Charles never thought he'd get sick of coin, but what's the point of it when there's no time to blow it on tits, opium, and booze? These endless raids have long grown old. Every score is lighter than the one before it. They're bleeding men and resources, and Charles is nearly out of excuses to feed a restless crew.

It's a lucky thing he and Teach are generally stationed on opposite ships of their modest little fleet of two, because Blackbeard's pissy attitude is grating his last fucking nerve on the occasions they do interact.

So it's safe to say Charles Vane is in a mood as he stalks through the port's market. Normally he'd send any deckhand without shit for brains to deal with resupply, but he has to do something to get out of his head before he knocks someone out.

Sharp eyes scan the crowd he mostly towers over, managing to unclench his jaw somewhat when he spots Ely amongst the throng. Charles shoves and shoulders his way through bodies as he makes his way over to the kid, whatever else he'd been up to instantly forgotten.

"You look like shit," Charles grunts by way of greeting. His tone is as gruff as it always is, but he can feel something like concern on his own features; easily missed if Ely weren't familiar enough with him to recognize it.

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[indestructiblelittlefuckers]

‘Ed? Are you… coping?’ - from Ely for Ed based on your ‘everyone thinks Izzy is dead’ wishlist

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❝ Coping? ❞ Edward waved the idea off, getting up from the chair he just sat on. ❝ yeah, that's all done, mate. We have a lot to do, don't we?❞ he paces around, moving the furniture just slightly ❝ I thought about redecorating. We obviously have to ask Stede, it's his cabin, of course, but a change will be good, don't you think? Or we could have a surprise for him! What do you think? ❞

[journalsinblood]

~ Journalsinblood ~

Semi-selective, 18+, RP account for Claudia from Interview With The Vampire.

This portrayal takes some inspiration from the books and film but is largely based on the character from the TV show. Not spoiler safe.

Regulations ~ Biography ~ Interest Tracker

@swallowsandamazons​ - Our Flag Means Death RP blog

[gentlemnpirate]

@swallowsandamazonsmazons continued from here x

"Ely, I never said you were soft. And I never would. I value your tenacity. But while you may have experience, you are, in fact, still a child."

Stede's brows furrow over brown eyes that betray his anxiety.

"I need someone I trust to stay behind with the ship. Frenchie is staying behind, too. Please, no more arguments."

Ah, if Ely only knew how much of himself he sees in them. A child desperate to prove themselves, knowing they are more than what anyone expects them to be. But he also recognizes that recklessness in Ely, and knows too well how dangerous it can be.

[lighthousepyrate]

@swallowsandamazons​ asked: ❝ i know this is gonna make me sound like a baby but thunderstorms really freak me out, can i hang out with you until it gets quiet again? ❞ - From Ely

Sat in an armchair, reading, Stede listened to the rumble of thunder outside. They escaped the worst of the storm, the Revenge staying afloat to sail another day. The Captain was left in his cabin, scrambling to save his books from bruised and battered binding. He got the crew to help him come up with a system, rudimentary at best, ropes to prevent falls and netting to soften the fall of any books that did manage to slip through. 

With the easing of the tides Stede returned the fallen books to their shelves and settled, knowing and trusting the crew had things handled. Flipping to the next page, he was surprised to hear the door to his rooms opening. A questioning gaze found Ely lingering at the threshold.. His eyes softened at the request, Stede offering a smile and a nod.

“Nonsense. Of course you can, come in and sit down.” Closing his book, Stede got up from the chair and moved over to the settee, patting a spot next to him. “We can have a nice little chat, take your mind off it.”

[beastpyrate]

@swallowsandamazons   //   𝐄𝐋𝐘

‘You don’t have to be a boy if you don’t want…. Or a girl, actually. You could be neither or both!’

It takes Ed a couple of seconds to process this, his head cocked in curiosity. The idea that he just doesn't have to somehow hadn't occurred. Despite the fact that's he's a whole pirate, and a damn good one at that. He just hadn’t thought of not following the rules. 

" Holy shit, "   Ed whispers, and suddenly all of the pieces are falling into place. He can just . . . stop. Do whatever the hell the kid is doing with the theys and them. He could . . . they could?

. . . Holy shit.

" That’s so smart. Why is everyone still pretending, man? We gotta tell, like, everyone. "

[tatteredxsails]

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Stede stood up and straightened the fabric of his pants, holding the book that he had just been reading to the crew underneath his arm. It had taken them a while to adjust to the idea of bedtime stories, but now they all seemed to expect it -- even the crew that Edward had brought over with him.

Well, Izzy likely didn't expect it. He made himself scarce during story time, but that was no one's loss but his.

The crew was settling in, chatting with each other quietly. Stede could catch snippets of speculation about what was going to happen in the story next.

He looked over towards where Ely had settled in, "Enjoying the story so far?"

[fxckin-blackbeard]

“♫” - From Ely :)

Clever by Beartooth - ||x||

ᒥ⚓ᒧ—         He should be ashamed, shouldn't he? To be caught in such a state by Ely--They looked up to him, he hoped, yet there he laid on the floor with his bottle of rum and Stede's robe so shamelessly. "I...I'm out of ways to answer...I'm outta metaphors..." His glassy eyes are glued to the quickly depleting rum inside the bottle.

"Being...Being clever is just my s-safety net, E-Ely...I'm breaking, but its the l-lie--Blackbeard, I sell." And Stede sussed him out, why else would he just leave? Edward was crumbling, this pain so new for him he had no idea how to control it or himself from spilling out.

"I-I..." A shuttering breath is all he can manage, giving up on the thought to focus back on on the swirling rum in his hand. He couldn't hide it this time, he didn't want to hide this pain--It hurt so bad. How shameless, how weak...Yet as much as he cursed himself, the energy to move off the floor didn't come.

[gentlepyrate]

𝐂 𝐋 𝐎 𝐒 𝐄 𝐃   𝐒 𝐓 𝐀 𝐑 𝐓 𝐄 𝐑     for     @swallowsandamazons   //   𝐄𝐋𝐘

" Ely! "   It's called over the side of the taffrail - the wrong side - due to fuckery reasons, Stede had been sent down to collect broken, barnacle covered plywood near this area. There's a common shipwreck zone a ways away, and Stede has been bringing the plywood to shore to be delivered by dinghy back to the ship.

Now, however, he holds a shell aloft in his hand,  about the same size as his palm.

" Come here, "   Stede urges and he shows the shell to Ely when they arrive. The outer edge of it looks like an average shell, but the inside is iridescent, the sunlight sparkling off of it in shining rainbow reflective silver.   " It's an abalone shell. I thought you might like to see it. "

[actofgrxce]

“ how bad is it this time? ” from Ely

"Gotta be more specific, luv."

But Edward knows already. How could he not? What or whom has been more pivotal, more a force, in the lives of every crew member on this stinking ship than Stede fucking Bonnett?

Two options present themselves to Blackbeard almost daily: cry, or strike out.

With a child figure--ven the son of a violent, abusive drunk, who dealt with pops by killing him, knows this much--with a child figure, neither's gonna fly.

So Edward gnaws on his inner cheek, and then, a bit, on his chapped bottom lip. His face still feels cold against the briny air, even with the bristly shadow swift growing.

"Bad. Bad like I never expected. Bad like the best it ever was, then gone."

He glances at Ely.

"Sorry. Probably not the answer you wanted. Needed."