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There was no shame, the boy thought, in losing yourself to something as natural as gravity—where one doesn’t jump but is pulled, blameless, toward the sea.

Ocean Vuong, The Emperor of Gladness

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a bloody kiss / @odyssed

jack staggers backward. his vision glitters. it's been a while since the last time he was caught in the middle of a tavern brawl, especially one where his crew is an active participant. some music plays in the corner while drunk men laugh and spit and shout over each other, more than a few mothers being unwillingly dragged into the argument as it heats up, and rather unkindly at that. jack dances around a table, dodging a flying bottle as it's thrown over his head. his lower lip, split by a sickle cut, bleeds profusely all over his chin. he could pay it back by climbing the counter and announcing a swarm of redcoats will be storming the tavern soon. as unlikely as that might sound at this hour of the night, to forty drunken sailors who can't even walk straight it'll sound exactly as the trumpets of judgment day.

but then, as jack's clever eyes scan the crowded place, a furrowed stare meets his from across the room. flint. rivers of alcohol in his blood sing in realization as he drops his plan with as much ease as he'd considered it. the cut of flint's attention bares a nerve that makes captain jack sparrow grin too widely, that makes him shiver as when he lays wet-clothed in the sun. he realizes he wants to herd that attention out of the piss-smelling tavern, somewhere quieter, where it won't flee as soon as it's acknowledged. he turns, his plaited hair whipping the thick air after him, elbowing his way out of the door.

outside, the sea air smells dark and sudden, like a punch in the gut.

james follows his trail in the warm sand. maybe he'd expected he would, because the seed of desire jack has felt blooming in his belly cannot grow unless watered; but maybe he'd hoped, as well. his lip is still bleeding. he couldn't feel it inside, where the warmth of the blood mixed with the warmth of the stale air, but he can feel it now—only, he cannot be persuaded to care. james opens his mouth to say something, but jack's finger deftly hooks at his belt. ‘we'll talk later.’

there is blood on jack's mouth when he kisses flint. the kiss smears it off his broken lip, when their chins hastily collide he shares the warm, thick stain like a gift. james does not protest. he clings to jack, and jack to him, and as they lower themselves in the sand jack registers wickedly how the syrupy taste of alcohol on his lips has finally drowned in the iron of his blood.

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forget about touching grass, i need to touch THE SEA I NEED TO GO INTO THE WATER I NEED TO DIVE INTO THE SEA!!!!!!!!!!!!

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THIS JACK SPARROW LOOK—

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love how jack deflects any attempt at introspection/empathy with humor because he is not emotionally equipped to deal with the potential backlash of connecting with someone else/letting someone connect to him in a deeper, possibly intimate way, sorts of goes hand in hand with how he finds physical intimacy plainly readable and reassuring and for this reason enjoyable whereas emotional intimacy is inextricable and messy and therefore threatening—he's not emotionally mature enough not to put some distance between himself and the object of his feelings no matter what they which is precisely why those feelings spilling, such as when he is in love, end up showing a WHOLE new side of him that nobody thought existed

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Grey whale Eschrichtius robustus

Observed by susannespider, CC BY-NC

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I went to the beach and saw this vortex repeating the same pattern over and over in the sand.

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as a rivaini, jack does not believe possession to be an intrinsically bad thing—there were some mages among the pirates he knew growing up, he heard they would sometimes let themselves be possessed and it seemed fun to him rather than dangerous. it's why he wasn't particularly fazed when the demon he made a deal with offered to save his life with the sole condition of jack surrendering his bodily autonomy after fifteen years, it seemed quite beneficial until it started dawning on him what that entailed. still, the notion of 'abomination' does not exist in his book and if you call him that he'd laugh in your face

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obsessed w this typo actually

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warrior of darkness starters.

the following is a collection of sentence starters from shadowbringers, the third expansion of square enix's final fantasy 14. part 1.

sounds like tedious work. but not as tedious as waiting around, i suppose.

look how many people there are!

well, if it isn’t the hero of the hour.

stay with me. focus on my voice.

oh, do not look at me so.

we did everything right, everything that was asked of us, and still - still it came to this.

your time has not yet come.

something vague … yet urgent … calls me to action once more.

every face in this city i know. yours i do not.

pray forgive my less-than-cordial welcome.

come with me. i will answer whatever questions you have when we are somewhere more private.

do you have any idea how much trouble you’ve caused?

i can only beg your forgiveness - matters here forced my hand.

you don’t have that whiff of indolence about you like some folk i’ve met.

we can speak here without fear of being overheard.

what say you? have i earned your trust for the moment, at least?

are you there, my friend?

now, a full and frank discussion in the privacy of my study would seem to be in order …

i’m going to guess you’re new to our fair city?

i see you’re no stranger to honest labor.

should you find yourself confused by the local language or customs, i’ll be here to answer your questions.

i understand it was something of a chore, but ‘twas necessary that you grasp these things before we proceed.

… i am not familiar with that name. is there something i should know?

mayhap we can revisit that mystery another time.

considering the ... circumstances of our meeting, you would be forgiven for doubting my version of events.

i promise i will not rest until i have found a way to help you return home.

you came from beyond, didn’t you? you came from beyond the rift!

what a brave and reckless and marvelous thing you did.

after careful consideration, i have decided to grant you my assistance.

make a pact with me, and the fun can begin.

pray rest and recuperate, and we shall reconvene anon.

we are denied the comforting blanket of night, but may peaceful dreams attend you nonetheless.

i am a shade, cursed to do naught but drift.

this world is beyond saving - like those who try to save it.

do me a favor. be careful out there. this world has had its fill of heroes.

me? i was more worried about you.

i thought i’d lost you.

i may be a stranger to this world, but i will not stand idly by and let innocent people be slaughtered.

what say you, old friend? hungry for another adventure?

thank you again. you saved my life.

there’s naught to be had here but cobwebs and memories.

just look at it … can you imagine a more beautiful city?

disapprove ...? it frustrates me, certainly. that is only part of it, though. the whole situation makes me uneasy.

however unjust this system seems to me, if these people claim to be content with their lot, it is hardly my place to criticize their choices.

i am not so naive as to think there is some miraculous solution to all of this.

there has to be a better way.

'tis fortunate that you arrive when you did, (name).

… is there something i can do for you, friend?

someone must have been eavesdropping on our conversation.

no one here gives a damn about me.

i’m giving you a chance, nothing more. what comes of it is entirely up to you.

i do not regret my decision ... yet i will admit that a part of me wonders if it was for the best.

i thought for certain i was dead.

redemption is beyond us.

‘tis good to see you back. you were taking so long i began to worry something had happened.

what then is a man of mercy to do, but offer the sinner another way to show his contrition?

what in the blazes did you do? they have the entire city looking for you!

i am sorry, (name). there are more important matters to which i must attend.

pray press me no further. i am leaving.

the outrage i witnessed must not go unanswered.

thank you, my friend ... for staying at my side through this whole sordid endeavor.

… (name)? it feels like an age since i last saw you!

i had it under control!

i knew you’d turn up sooner or later, but i had been hoping for sooner.

they either perish … or are warped into mindless abominations.

that’s an exaggeration! and i don’t sound like that, either!

i’ve no doubts she deserves all the admiration she gets. just as you do.

what, and twiddle my thumbs while you work yourself to death?

sooner or later, every single one of them will turn.

i feel just as helpless as before. no matter how hard i fight, it's never enough.

you needn’t have gone through the trouble.

in a place like this, you learn to take what moments of happiness you can get.

it’s never easy, ending a life you’ve cared for.

without a body, we can’t even give her a proper burial.

you weren’t hurt at all, were you?

hurt? there wasn’t even a fight. i was too late. too slow …

you can’t blame yourself for things beyond your control.

forgive me, (name). i couldn’t stay there a moment longer.

(name)? you’ve gone pale …

… i’m fine. we should keep moving.

we were too slow to save them …

there are … things which we can ill afford to lose.

forgive me. i fear the events of the day may have taken their toll.

how quickly you have justified my faith in you.

would you be so kind as to conceal your involvement in this endeavor for the time being?

i expect to be told the whole truth of it one day.

please. i wish to be left alone for awhile.

i promise to find you later, when i feel myself again.

sleep well, (name). i hope untroubled dreams find you.

these are my "private" quarters …

it’s when you charge ahead trying to save someone else that you end up losing those you love.

not that you need telling. i’ll bet you've lost plenty. but i wonder ... what will it cost you this time?

i don't remember when it was that i learned regret wasn’t worth the bother.

you get numb to it all over the years. the lost comrades, the broken promises, the abandoned principles - just more nagging burdens to ignore.

stay your weapon. i am not your enemy.

they tracked me down, and conscripted me to their cause.

i have more questions, but now is not the time.

you are come at a good time. as you may have heard, we have something of a quandary on our hands.

‘twas inevitable they would come knocking. the only question was how soon.

the world is dead, and writhe as we might, like maggots in its rotting corse, it will not be reborn.

i waste my breath. you have made your stance clear.

am i imagining things, or did he just stare straight at us?

while i am grateful for your support, my lord - i cannot in good conscience put your people in harm’s way.

there is, however, much to say, and precious little time in which to say it.

might i trouble you for a word, (name)? outside?

(name)! what brings you here?

i do not wish to show our hand unless absolutely necessary.

so long as hope burns in our hearts, we will fight on regardless.

there may come a day when all hope seems lost. but even should the rest of the world give in to despair - we shall not.

trust you to spoil the moment!

yes? what do you require of me?

there you are, (name)! mayhap you could lend me a hand!

you certainly took your time.

let’s rejoin the others and quit this place.

all this trouble because of me … i’m so sorry …

save your apologies until after we’ve escaped.

it’s quiet. too quiet.

you will regret coming here.

it is for your own protection.

you are made of sterner stuff than the rest. but will it be enough?

as if i didn’t have enough on my hands already …

mayhap there is another way. one which does not require bloodshed.

we should be safe enough here.

it’s good to see you again, my friend. i don't know about you, but it feels like years since last we met.

this is not the sort of place one visits on a whim.

you really have outdone yourself this time.

i’m sorry. thank you for saving me.

why can’t i remember?

we are now, i am sorry to say, entirely at their mercy.

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Painted rolling waves by Daniel Abel.

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@TIF0NES. writing blog for jack sparrow from the pirates of the caribbean trilogy, mainly adhering to the trilogy canon and the novel titled the price of freedom, hc-based with a fully original portrayal and fc. previously @spervier. sideblog to vinduri, refer to main blog for rules etc. additional portrayal-specific info under the cut.

NAVIGATION # INSP / # HCS / # STORYBOARD

STATS. jack sparrow, born mid-june 1690 exact date unknown, pob a pirate ship in the indian ocean, south-asian (indian), 178cm/5'10, speaks english, fractured spanish, scattered bits of other languages such as portuguese, french, yucatec maya and japanese, cis man (he/him), bisexual.

OVERLOOK. jack has a tendency to stand out, in appearance/mannerism/fashion choices; while not particularly tall he is slender on his waist and legs, has a generally toned swimmer's body with fairly broad shoulders and defined but not bulky muscles, slightly underweight but soft on his hips and belly due to an unbalanced and alcohol-heavy diet. an oval face with a big, straight nose and an angular jaw that is partly concealed by a thick, dark beard. his complexion is an even, warm, saturated brown—his skin is marked, on his face, by a pair of dark sickle scars and a very faint spray of freckles, almost indistinguishable if one isn't paying very close attention. his eyes are deeply hooded under the arch of his thick eyebrows, of a beautiful, pale shade of jade green usually darkened by black-pigmented kohl on the inner and outer rim of his lower lids. plump and wind-chapped lips, dry, cracked by salt. very long and thick hair, reaching his mid-back, of a rich and luscious black but damaged by saltwater, wind and sun exposure; some of it intricately styled in cuffed braids and dreadlocks and adorned with various trinkets/hair rings/bone pieces etc. smells like salt, with a faintly traceable smoky undertone of gundpowder and a sugary hint of alcohol. a richly melodious voice—tonally over the edge out of some quirky necessity to always overperform but measured, almost warm when relaxed, his speech is flamboyantly artificial and utilizes a strangely sophisticated vocabulary for a pirate; also his speech pattern also bears the influences of various languages that he's come in contact with during his voyages, somewhat obscure but colorful, and coated with formality ... unless a distraction makes him slip back into pirate vernacular vernacular.

PERSONALITY. quirky, passively dangerous, flamboyant, an intriguing man; boundless and free but from the shackles of his own resurfacing conscience, good-hearted but terribly skilled at masking his kindness behind the facade of occasional slip-ups. adventurous, reckless in a way only those who have stared into the eye of death can afford to be, stubbornly fun—guarded against any introspection that does not bring an advantage, any intimacy that isn't purely physical, treats serious matters with casual lightheartedness but shut people out when he is directly/personally involved. an exhausting chatterbox. impermeable to shame, chases his pleasures freely and with a toothy grin. a liar, a betrayer, a cheater.

PORTRAYAL NOTES my faceclaim for jack, from appearance down to voice, is ranveer singh (specifically in his role in padmaavat), i do not use johnny depp, i do not reblog anything with his face on it, he doesn't exist in my head and at this point the use of ranveer’s face is integral to my portrayal so please do not refer to johnny depp while in or out-of-character describing my muse. while staying true to the fable of the franchise, i aim to portray a more mature version of jack, his struggle with imperialism and piracy as a whole. therefore, some of the more comical aspects of the original canon might be toned down in favor of a slightly grittier and more realistic approach. i do not acknowledge anything beyond at world’s end. *imp according to my portrayal jack was sacrificed to the titan typhon as a newborn babe, his father's cynical attempt at saving his ship and crew; currently hosts the god within himself.

VERSES. (#potc) set in the first half of the 1700s and specifically at any point before, during or after the events of the trilogy; works as a historical verse and can be stretched backwards and forwards in time until about the 1800s. sub verses include jack’s youth + anything around the events narrated in the novel the price of freedom and his time serving under the east india company. (#dragon age) of rivaini heritage, jack sparrow grew up in a pirate settlement along the coast of seheron. he started serving on his father's ship until he eventually ran off on his own and privatereed for some time for a powerful tevene magister, until his former employer turned on him, leaving him shipwrecked and nearly for dead. in a state between life and death jack was visited by a demon who made him an offer—he would live for fifteen more years, at the end of which the demon would take over his body and possess him completely. based in inquisition/veilguard, loosely affiliated with the lords of fortune. (#asoiaf) jack sparrow is an infamous pirate from tyrosh, born during a sea storm in the summer sea. son of the legendary ed teague, jack made a name for himself as a great sailor and a pirate lord—a title of nobility made up by the brethren court, which is a confederation of pirates based in braavos. jack is renown for his eccentric personality and his largely coveted compass, which is said to point in the direction of the thing one desires most. sparrow is an adventurer who goes on perilous quests for ancient treasures, but after a raid on a royal ship in the narrow sea gone terribly wrong, he becomes more and more involved with mainland politics.

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the scene in the novel in which jack is set to meet beckett for the first time is so uncomfortable actually

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Faraway views (right lens of my binoculars)