DEAD MEN TELL NO TALES !

[helmsrnan]

AHOY ─── it be too late to alter course, mateys !

fergus byrne : expert navigator and the helmsman you want at the wheel in a storm ; see also, a harbinger of death at sea. a study in : the eye of the storm, an eye for an eye, and any port in a storm ( or : piracy as a means to an end ). ─── written by alex🔪 30+ she/her.

this blog will be mutually exclusive and slow as hell. if you're here, you know me. 18+ to interact, as always.

this blog will be lowkey after my pirate obsession veers off again. mildly plot-driven. very loved already.

pls, even if i look like i'm active, i may not be keeping up with my followers or replies on posts. please give me time to get back to you or check out your blog. i am on my phone a Lot. i have a toddler and a full-time job. sometimes it's hard to keep up.

no icons, currently. minor formatting. stuck with beta.

verses to come but you can bet i'll have a bunch of them.

gus is an original character so very loosely based on the skeletal helmsman from the potc ride ( bc he's always been my favourite ). multi-everything.

A skeletal helmsman can be seen at the ship's wheel of a shipwreck, the rotting boards smashed on the rocky grotto shore as we see through the rocky walls of the grotto out into the stormy night sky. Shredded sails and old cargo remains scattered throughout the site of the wreck as the lone helmsman is doomed to eternally pilot the ship through a thunderstorm to a long forgotten destination.

[criticalfai1ure]

you hear a piercing shriek come from the building to your right as the ground begins to shake beneath your feet. through the side doors bursts a monster that stands over nine feet tall — their pale skin is nearly translucent in the moonlight, pointed teeth bared in an ominous grin. when their milky gaze meets yours, a feeling of dread washes over you...

— ROLL INITITATIVE !

indie multimuse rp blog. feat. muses from bullet train, d&d, the grishaverse, my head, & more !! written by alex🔪

[criticalfai1ure]

you hear a piercing shriek come from the building to your right as the ground begins to shake beneath your feet. through the side doors bursts a monster that stands over nine feet tall — their pale skin is nearly translucent in the moonlight, pointed teeth bared in an ominous grin. when their milky gaze meets yours, a feeling of dread washes over you...

— ROLL INITITATIVE !

indie multimuse rp blog. feat. muses from bullet train, d&d, the grishaverse, my head, & more !! written by alex🔪

[pizzatheif]

alex🔪’s spring cleaning blogroll : @pizzatheif ; @mirafirstmate ; @criticalfai1ure ; @sniperwithasmoke !

[cirkinkadininutopyasi]

[pizzatheif]

#pizzatheif : the masculine urge to out-pizza the hut.

a study in : the last slice of pizza in the box for breakfast, best friends to petty thieves to lovers, &. half a brain cell struggling to stay afloat in the hudson — but the cement shoes ain’t helpin’ matters much.

HUGO VAN HOUTEN. a petty crime based oc. written and loved by alex🔪 — est. dec 2021.  

google doc.   rap sheet.   memes.  

[helmsrnan]

grisha brainrot got its claws in me, again : @beartsar / @djelvar / @kaelishkingpin

[even-in-arcadia]

neither alive nor dead but a secret third thing (at sea)

[trickstercaptain]

@helmsrnan sent a meme: “you seriously think i could’ve done this ?”

       Jack's hand gripped the back of his chair a little tighter, fingers turning white. Apparently it wasn't enough to have one unwelcome visitor on the Black Pearl tonight; all doomsaying ghosts of his own self-inflictingly fragile mortality came in pairs, it seemed. But this one was a lot easier to vent his frustration at than Bootstrap had been. And at least his second unwelcome visitor of the night was successfully keeping that mind of his from contemplating his once-friend's fate too deeply: that was a well of guilt that he had no immediate desire to trip headfirst into, not while he had to be focused on the priority at hand.

       “ You tell me, ” he finally said, with a half-hearted shrug belied by the intensity in his gaze. “ You're the harbinger of death. You must see a lot of him. Meet for tea. Cakes. A chat about the recently deceased and departed. ” He began to round on his companion from the other side of his table, littered with his failed attempts at plotting himself a course out of this bind. “ And now you turn up here on the same night as Jones' emissary. ”

       He said nothing else, letting the accusation linger uncomfortably between them. Jack didn't have the luxury to dismiss any of this as coincidence, not anymore. Not in as rattled a state as he currently was.

[helmsrnan]

fergus stands taller as the storm of accusations batter him, lips set in a grim line. he’s no stranger to paranoia lashing out at him upon the realisation of who and what he is, but the presumption is a bit much.

he steps further into the candlelight of the room as jack rounds the table betwixt them. as the flickering light washes over him, glimpses of the helmsman appear, dead eye staring through jack. the fates have led him to the black pearl enough to know it isn't the first time her captain has dealt with a man turning skeletal before his eyes. ❝ it’s easy to blame others, ain’t it, captain sparrow? ❞ a pained look overcomes him as the illusory facade solidifies again and he settles back into his skin, hand coming to rest upon his chest. ❝ i could blame jones for what has become of me, but to do so would be a denial of the facts. of fate. he had never intended to uphold his part of the bargain and ferry the souls lost at sea to their final rest and i was always intended to become this. ❞

gus casts his own indifferent shrug. ❝ death comes for us all, mister sparrow. i merely bring the forewarning to those marked by fate. ❞ his eye falls to gaze pointedly at the hastily wrapped hand hiding jones' black spot. ❝ — but as it happens, i'm not here for you, yet. dark waters are in store and mister cotton may not be the helmsman you need at the wheel. ❞ he isn't fool enough to make presumptions while the kraken is on their tail, but the proposition is laid out all the same.

[helmsrnan]

idk but big kids playing along with little kids at the playground is super sweet??

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

The Horseman of Death by Salvador Dali (1935)

[horrificmemes]

Send me 🔪 to put a knife to my muse’s throat and see how they react.

[unkndnssfrvns]

Perhaps you serve their interests best by betraying me in this moment. Although, perhaps this is just the act of a spineless traitor, in which case… well, in which case… I have a duty to do something about it.

[helmsrnan]

the power is still out and it’s a good thing we have a thousand blankets in our house but i need all of you to cross your fingers for us that we don’t have any pipe issues come tomorrow.

[helmsrnan]

today is for thinking about the visual effect on gus when davy jo.nes stops doing his job ferrying souls.

[helmsrnan]

it’s my favourite time of the year! 🔪🔪🔪

[helmsrnan]

me realising gus doesn't talk much ( something something because even though the events leading up to death can be noisy, death itself is silent ) vs. the memes i have in my inbox.