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ooc post to be expanded on later: hi I'm Kao (40, he/they, queer, semi-random sleep/awake so timezone doesn't matter, 21+ writing partners preferred heavily) and this is all someone else's fault but I am here to roleplay!

Specifically in Our Flag Means Death or other pirate-y deals that are similar, as a Season 1 canon-compliant with dark secret history Izzy Hands and/or a Season 1 canon-compliant as if he survives Lucius Spriggs. Izzy has a lot of real history baked into his background but it's stretched out to present the age of Con's portrayal.

Could also take either character backwards in points depending on the intent of roleplay.

Other current areas of interest would be One Piece, Blue Lock, Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss, other things of an anime/manga nature.

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I am using Tumblr from a real computer for a change, the site seems to make a little more sense like this (but not much yet).

I'm gonna try to put up some posts with examples of in-character writing and experiment with tags and all of these features and such. If anyone stumbles across this, by all means express interest to me. Just keep in mind that I'm much better at writing than using Tumblr so far.

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Izzy sucks on his teeth, working a stubborn little bit of resin out before he walks over and hands the pipe to Ed. In the back of his mind, he thinks about how many times it's been 'we need a guy for this' and then that becomes an Izzy task eventually, too. Sometimes easier to just do things and let Ed be.

"Tch. Don't you worry about me, tough as they come. Like trying to stab a stone." Izzy did pretty well this time around, nothing punctured, some scrapes, and he would be bruised in the morning from a few blows that would have been better dodged. But better than the dead.

Unable to help himself, he circles back briefly just to remove any concerns Edhe has in the end. "All the payouts and matelot arrangements are accounted for as well. All in all a profitable day of piracy for us. Type of thing might be worth celebrating." Not every day turns a profit for them and the crew. Izzy doesn't smoke the same way Ed does, but has occasionally when it's been foisted on him. But a bottle, well, that is right up Izzy's alley. He could do with a little fun as long as the circumstances were correct.

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Briefly Ed wonders if Izzy's been possessed by the lingering spirit of some dead seadog who's not a fun-sucker. Never one to let a moment to give the man a hard time pass, Ed smirks and his eyes light up with something mischievous but fond, "You know, it's good to hear you say that, mate. Was startin' to think that stick up your arse might need surgically removed."

It's a good idea. Faster they can get back to port to load off their ill-gotten goods and let the boys wreak some havoc-- get pissed, laid, whatever it is they do-- the better it'll be for morale. Should probably do something in-between.

He loads the bowl of his pipe and shifts to lean back in his chair, wincing as he kicks his bad leg up on the nearby ottoman to straighten it out.

"Crack open one of the rum casks for anyone who's not on shift tonight. Anyone who's working can have at it when they're off. Should hold 'em over 'til we make landfall."

Ed won't be joining them. He makes it a point not to mingle with crew in general, and command hanging around has a way of killing a buzz regardless.

"Come find me when you're done, yeah?" He has better liquor stashed away for personal use. "We'll get into the good stuff."

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"A fine idea, Captain." Izzy lets the hint of a grin sneak into place before he's up and going to tell the men they have an opportunity for leisure tonight.

His return is sometime later, having shared perhaps a little bit of the rum with the boys, drunk on victory and starting to feel drunk on the liquor.

Izzy knocks but opens the door almost on top of it. He'd been told to come back, after all.

"All set, the crew are quite pleased with this direction of things. A healthy toast to the great Blackbeard was had." He wanders freely into Edward's quarters, looking around a moment later to place his captain's whereabouts.

[neverhangd]

𝐖𝐞'𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐬, 𝐰𝐞'𝐫𝐞 𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐤𝐧𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐬....

THE SINKING SHIP is a brand new Our Flag Means Death-themed Golden Age of Piracy Discord RPG open to characters from history, myth, legend, original creation, and other media (Pirates of the Caribbean, Black Sails, etc.). This is a space for like-minded writers both to roleplay via the Discord system and to connect, hang out, and network with one another, and we are pleased to be officially soft-launching this week! Details including the link to join are below.

𝐈𝐬 𝐚 𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞'𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮?

Story Arc 1: Kraken's Return

The Golden Age of Piracy does not seem very golden at the moment for the former co-captains of The Revenge as Blackbeard begins his bent as the Kraken and the Gentleman Pirate finds himself without a ship and half a crew. Everyone's nerves are frazzled. Stede and the marooned crew manage to get to safe-ish port at the Republic of Pirates and set their goals on one of two things: a ship for pursuit or a fuckery to draw Blackbeard back to them. Whether either will work is a shot in the dark. Meanwhile Blackbeard, Izzy, and the crew they stole away are finally doing some real pirating again. Except Blackbeard's swung all the way back round to being a danger to anyone around him, so survival becomes the major focus for those still onboard The Revenge.

The powers that be, royal, mysterious, or otherwise, have deemed fit to set a high bounty on Blackbeard's head for his desertion of privateer duties. There are some who even have it in for the Gentleman Pirate at this point, after hearing weird stories about a partnership with Blackbeard, the robbery and utter destruction of a high society social vessel under false identities, and his vaunted wealth at sea. Suffice to say, both are prominently wanted figures now, drawing a variety of personalities to the ocean waves looking for a piece of the action.

THE SINKING SHIP is currently open & seeking: - canon crew members - adapted historical figures - time & thematically appropriate original characters - time & thematically appropriate characters from other media currently accepting up to three iterations of all canon characters.

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Dunno why you might be looking at me and not her, but just in case, this is my partner-in-crime and we're promoting our Discord!

Come roleplay!

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"Say... there could be something to that. Too many suspicious eyes on me at once, but with two of us..." Izzy shot a look and a twisted smile at her.

"'Andy' will still be learning the ship, the patterns and duties... Reasons for you to be a little bit everywhere. Proper diversions." He scratches at his beard as he thinks. It might be a stereotype but it feels damned good to do all the same.

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Dear God, he's considering it. Anne's surprised--until she isn't. She hasn't been here long, hasn't got any real clue of how long it's been or how bad it's gotten. Leastways it's not like she suggested offing the poor twat.

"Sure. And s'long as ye talk the other fuckwits on yer crew into keepin their great yaps shut about who Andy do or don't remind them of, there's nothing t'say she's a competent sailor. Accidents happen. Two stumbles, as I see it:

"One, there's a need t'wait until we're nearer shore--and two, there's the matter of what the fuck's in it for me." Sea glass eyes cut back towards Hands; Anne still hasn't moved from her spot.

"No reason t'yap--but no reason t'risk my ride ashore, neither."

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"Honestly? I give you 3 days, a week tops, on this ship under them and you'll come back to me asking when we get started on the plan. You'll chafe quick here knowing real piracy before." Izzy's confident that Stede Bonnet won't inspire any great sense of quality in Anne's eyes, he's not the kind of leader Blackbeard used to be and could be again. And Edward's touch was off, too. No, Anne would find no suitable captain between those two right now.

"I will talk to the boys, though. Tell them to keep their gobs buttoned and treat you like whoever you say you are."

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Great. Ed must be in a mood. Izzy licks his lips and sets his face right in a pleasant enough expression before opening the door and pushing his way in. "Making a general report, Captain." All business at first. The door closes and Izzy's tone relaxes a bit, now that it's just the two of them. At least, as relaxed as Izzy gets. "You feeling alright? Nothing out of sorts after the fighting? Fucking rager that one was. We lost 6 men but 4 of theirs defected, so we're not down much. And the loot shares grew a sight." He crosses the room towards the man he's dedicated his life to serve. It's easy to spot the cannabis on the desk, and knowing Ed's habits, Izzy sets about locating and clearing out his Captain's favorite pipe.

"Yeah, fuckin' aces, man," Ed lies about 'feeling alright', and tries to focus on the rest of the words coming out of Izzy's mouth. "Six?" Fucking hell. At least the opposition had the decency to fill in the holes, which is really all Ed cares about in regards to the fallen.

Ugh, but shares. They need to figure that out, "Any of those poor bastards that ate it have a matelot? Then there's the fuckin' injury payouts. Any idea what those are lookin' like yet?"

And why are they even discussing that part of it anyway? Edward's of the opinion it should be delegated to someone with less shit to do, "Iz, remind me to find us a guy for that. We should have a guy for that."

He lapses into silence then, attention switched over to picking over the various items scattered across his desk in search of his pipe. "Where the fuck-," it's muttered under his breath, but dies on his tongue when he turns in his chair to see Izzy clearing out the pipe for him.

It kind of makes him feel like a dick for snapping earlier, but he tries to push the feeling aside. Still, his tone is softer and less rushed when he speaks again, "Listen, fuck all that. What about you? Not bleeding out on me or anything, are ya?"

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Izzy sucks on his teeth, working a stubborn little bit of resin out before he walks over and hands the pipe to Ed. In the back of his mind, he thinks about how many times it's been 'we need a guy for this' and then that becomes an Izzy task eventually, too. Sometimes easier to just do things and let Ed be.

"Tch. Don't you worry about me, tough as they come. Like trying to stab a stone." Izzy did pretty well this time around, nothing punctured, some scrapes, and he would be bruised in the morning from a few blows that would have been better dodged. But better than the dead.

Unable to help himself, he circles back briefly just to remove any concerns Edhe has in the end. "All the payouts and matelot arrangements are accounted for as well. All in all a profitable day of piracy for us. Type of thing might be worth celebrating." Not every day turns a profit for them and the crew. Izzy doesn't smoke the same way Ed does, but has occasionally when it's been foisted on him. But a bottle, well, that is right up Izzy's alley. He could do with a little fun as long as the circumstances were correct.

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"I daresay a lapse in judgement, just not momentary. The man lost his purpose before meeting Bonnet, and then got his head filled with the idea of retirement, fancy parties, soft pretty things, just..." Izzy scrunches up his nose like he's smelling shit, not at all pretty things. He hates the memories he has of Bonnet and Blackbeard, the late night training sessions under the moonlight, the cutlery lessons, all just--

"Just completely unbecoming of a fucking pirate. Bonnet somehow made him into another person."

[neverhangd]

--Sure. That's likely. One fucking idiot made a sloppy fool of the greatest man to sail under the nationless flag. She might never have believed the rumors if she'd heard them from any other mouth--but this is Israel fucking Hands, second meanest dog on these waters after his captain, and Anne's really got no reason to doubt him.

"Tch. Maybe he's always wanted t'be a fancy boy," Anne suggests, but the moment the words are out of her mouth she can feel how wrong they are. Like an unbalanced blade. Weighty in the wrong places. She shakes her head, mumbling something like a dross, ne'er mind under her breath.

"So. The blond twat gives him purpose again." Anne pockets her stone and sheathes her steel. "And the rest of the fuckin circus is here a'cause it gives the blond twat purpose. And there's no raisin a mutiny among the circus a'cause the poor fucks are scared of yer boss." And Hands himself won't grow a pair and start it himself for the exact same reason, Anne thinks. Interesting. Each of them knotted up in a line beside the other, a great big fucking circle and Anne tossed into the middle.

"Sounds a great fuckin circle-jerk t'me."

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"You've just about the gist of it. The crew's allegiance is fluid. They all feared and respected Blackbeard's name. Now they see the man in 'action' alongside Bonnet and it's 'oh Ed, let's play a song' or 'Ed, Ed, come see my new drawring.' Like babysitting or some such shit."

Izzy sighs and clenches his gloved fist tightly. "I had command briefly, before a small mutiny. When it seemed Blackbeard and Bonnet were caught up and undone. But this lot don't want a captain so much as a fuckin' bankroll. Bonnet gives barely any orders unless pressed, Edward is now constantly seeking Bonnet's attention and company, and the crew largely layabout doing fuck-all."

Izzy paces in a tight little circle, his mind racing. "I don't know how to wrest control from Bonnet and restore Blackbeard to his senses, but I won't give up on the man. Not after all this time. What we've been through."

I deserve as much success and recognition as Teach and if he quits, I won't get it. Izzy seems to be resonating with this type of energy, with a hint of something akin to spurned and jealous partner.

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Anne knows the tizzy Hands has put himself in; he doesn’t see it, maybe, but it’s so close to where she herself sits that she can’t help a half-sympathetic glance at the man when he goes pacing. A jealous, spurned partner and a fucking livid, spurned partner. The only difference between the two states, really, is that Hands would go back if Teach seemed halfway amenable to it, where as the only back Anne would go is back to kick him in the goddamned balls. Then again, the captain who spurned her was possibly the worst on these waters. She might’ve been more inclined to return if he’d been more like his old friend “Ed”. (Obnoxious twat—maybe both of them, but definitely Jack.)

There are the usual ways to wrest control of a ship of idiots, of course, if that’s all Hands wants. It isn’t, though. ‘Cause he wants Teach back. That limits their options. —Christ, their. Like there’s anything more than a common disposition uniting them.

Well. There’s common suspicion too, technically. The ones that didn’t look at Hands like he’s a snake look at her like she is. Hell, the ones that do look at Hands that way look at her the same. Impossible to tell whether it’s because there’s no cock between her legs or because she isn’t some shite-head losing her mind for their captain. In any event, she knows it’s neither Hands nor her own reputation that’s set those glares on her: they were on her before she encountered Hands, and she hasn’t exactly been forthcoming with anyone about who she is.

Some people are smart enough to see her and not need a great fucking banner with her name on it to know her. And anyone not smart enough to see through the shite pseudonym is leery of “Andy Bonn” anyway without knowing why. Hands, at least, and a few of Blackbeard’s others can take a single glance at Anne and know her for her reputation—her own, sometimes, but most times the one Jack made for her, the one she hates.

“Sounds like Bonnet needs t’meet with an accident,” she suggests, slow and quiet. No need to alert anyone else to the conversation: they’re wary enough as is, what with their only two snakes keeping near each other. “Can’t very well bankroll a crew with hospital bills due, assuming he don’t die outright.”

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"Say... there could be something to that. Too many suspicious eyes on me at once, but with two of us..." Izzy shot a look and a twisted smile at her.

"'Andy' will still be learning the ship, the patterns and duties... Reasons for you to be a little bit everywhere. Proper diversions." He scratches at his beard as he thinks. It might be a stereotype but it feels damned good to do all the same.

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The Queen Anne’s Revenge bobs gently in the water, all signs of peace; a stark contrast to the scene earlier in the day as Blackbeard’s legendary vessel and crew attacked and commandeered a merchant ship. They had left the other a heaping wreck, cannon ball battered and on fire, sinking all but guaranteed.

Israel Hands had just left the men on the deck, divvying up looted goods and assigning certain responsibilities as was his duty. Things seemed mostly left in capable hands. All that was left was to go over the successful raid with Blackbeard.

Izzy lifts a gloved hand and knocks on the cabin door. Edward’s door.

Ed should be charting a course. He even was, before the adrenaline dump wore off and his knee started hurting so bad he couldn’t fucking think straight. So Edward’s pushed his chart and navigator’s tools aside, the space he’d been working on at his desk now dedicated to the little pile of cannabis he’s breaking up.

He almost doesn’t hear the knock. When he does clock the sound as someone at the door, he considers not saying anything, which is functionally the same as ‘fuck off’. Ed’s not scrubbed the blood of strangers off yet, but he knows better than to be seen when he’s like this; feeling as if he’s going to pass out from the bum fucking leg that’s going to get him killed one day.

But it’s probably just Izzy. Everyone else knows to leave him alone when he’s not on deck. Izzy is usually exempt from that, but Ed can hear the strain in his voice when he calls, “Oh my god, what?” @kaokeepswriting

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Great. Ed must be in a mood. Izzy licks his lips and sets his face right in a pleasant enough expression before opening the door and pushing his way in.

"Making a general report, Captain." All business at first. The door closes and Izzy's tone relaxes a bit, now that it's just the two of them. At least, as relaxed as Izzy gets. "You feeling alright? Nothing out of sorts after the fighting? Fucking rager that one was. We lost 6 men but 4 of theirs defected, so we're not down much. And the loot shares grew a sight."

He crosses the room towards the man he's dedicated his life to serve. It's easy to spot the cannabis on the desk, and knowing Ed's habits, Izzy sets about locating and clearing out his Captain's favorite pipe.

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"I daresay a lapse in judgement, just not momentary. The man lost his purpose before meeting Bonnet, and then got his head filled with the idea of retirement, fancy parties, soft pretty things, just..." Izzy scrunches up his nose like he's smelling shit, not at all pretty things. He hates the memories he has of Bonnet and Blackbeard, the late night training sessions under the moonlight, the cutlery lessons, all just--

"Just completely unbecoming of a fucking pirate. Bonnet somehow made him into another person."

[neverhangd]

--Sure. That's likely. One fucking idiot made a sloppy fool of the greatest man to sail under the nationless flag. She might never have believed the rumors if she'd heard them from any other mouth--but this is Israel fucking Hands, second meanest dog on these waters after his captain, and Anne's really got no reason to doubt him.

"Tch. Maybe he's always wanted t'be a fancy boy," Anne suggests, but the moment the words are out of her mouth she can feel how wrong they are. Like an unbalanced blade. Weighty in the wrong places. She shakes her head, mumbling something like a dross, ne'er mind under her breath.

"So. The blond twat gives him purpose again." Anne pockets her stone and sheathes her steel. "And the rest of the fuckin circus is here a'cause it gives the blond twat purpose. And there's no raisin a mutiny among the circus a'cause the poor fucks are scared of yer boss." And Hands himself won't grow a pair and start it himself for the exact same reason, Anne thinks. Interesting. Each of them knotted up in a line beside the other, a great big fucking circle and Anne tossed into the middle.

"Sounds a great fuckin circle-jerk t'me."

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"You've just about the gist of it. The crew's allegiance is fluid. They all feared and respected Blackbeard's name. Now they see the man in 'action' alongside Bonnet and it's 'oh Ed, let's play a song' or 'Ed, Ed, come see my new drawring.' Like babysitting or some such shit."

Izzy sighs and clenches his gloved fist tightly. "I had command briefly, before a small mutiny. When it seemed Blackbeard and Bonnet were caught up and undone. But this lot don't want a captain so much as a fuckin' bankroll. Bonnet gives barely any orders unless pressed, Edward is now constantly seeking Bonnet's attention and company, and the crew largely layabout doing fuck-all."

Izzy paces in a tight little circle, his mind racing. "I don't know how to wrest control from Bonnet and restore Blackbeard to his senses, but I won't give up on the man. Not after all this time. What we've been through."

I deserve as much success and recognition as Teach and if he quits, I won't get it. Izzy seems to be resonating with this type of energy, with a hint of something akin to spurned and jealous partner.

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"I swear t'fuckin god, if that great git opens his mouth one more time 'bout 'talking it through as a crew,' I'm going to talk my blade right 'through' his belly."

Izzy doesn't bother to stifle his laugh. Seems fitting to make it more known he agrees with the sentiment with gusto.

"Dense twat that he is, the one thing he absorbed from Blackbeard's training was where to take a stab wound. So when you strike, which you will, seein' as how Bonnet will use that phrase again, aim true. Save us all some trouble."

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Of course that's all he learned. Anne feels the sneer lifting her lips and doesn't bother hiding it, thought she does drop her attention back into her lap, where she's been working at her blade with a whetstone.

"Fuckin pathetic. And he's the one Blackbeard choose t'sail with, yer sure? It weren't a...momentarily lapse in judgement, or a gaff at everyone's expense?"

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"I daresay a lapse in judgement, just not momentary. The man lost his purpose before meeting Bonnet, and then got his head filled with the idea of retirement, fancy parties, soft pretty things, just..." Izzy scrunches up his nose like he's smelling shit, not at all pretty things. He hates the memories he has of Bonnet and Blackbeard, the late night training sessions under the moonlight, the cutlery lessons, all just--

"Just completely unbecoming of a fucking pirate. Bonnet somehow made him into another person."

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"I swear t'fuckin god, if that great git opens his mouth one more time 'bout 'talking it through as a crew,' I'm going to talk my blade right 'through' his belly."

Izzy doesn't bother to stifle his laugh. Seems fitting to make it more known he agrees with the sentiment with gusto.

"Dense twat that he is, the one thing he absorbed from Blackbeard's training was where to take a stab wound. So when you strike, which you will, seein' as how Bonnet will use that phrase again, aim true. Save us all some trouble."