"It's Just Good Business."

Independent RP blog for Lord Beckett from PotC. Side blog to SeverinadeStrango. Both mun and muse are 18+. var sc_project=11638095; var sc_invisible=1; var sc_security="0531af16";

[severinadestrango]

Low RP Activity Notice

This will be reblogged to all of my RP sideblogs.  I’ve had great experiences with a handful of people here, and I’ve treasured the times and threads and conversations that I’ve had as well.  But as a whole my time RPing on Tumblr has been, to put it shortly, terrible.  I’ve had many more negative experiences than I have positive by far and every time I even try and think about coming back, I can see no reason to.  I’ve been gaslit, s*icide baited, lied to and forced to take sides on things I never should have been dragged into in the first place, and that’s just some of the stuff that’s happened.  It doesn’t exactly leave the greatest impression on someone.

That being said I do want to come back someday.  I don’t know when that’s going to be.  I’ll try and check my PMs and respond just as I’ve been doing for all my sideblogs, and if you want to try and plot with me I’m more than open.  My muses are still as strong as ever and likely will never die.  But right now I tend to avoid this site as a whole for various reasons.

That’s all.  Just thought I’d let you know.

[lxrdbeckett]

|| For @sonofirishseas, continued from here.

Barbossa studied the other quietly, hands folded behind his back, expression neutral. He felt lain low, having come here. But desperate times called for desperate measures, and if he was anything; he was a survivor.

“Perhaps not. But then again, between you and I; has it ever reallybeen?” he asked quietly. Back towards the door, in the dark, he felt the presence of Mercer moving about, ready to attack should Barbossa attempt anything. But Hector hadn’t come here to murder Beckett. Not tonight, and likely, not for the foreseeable future. As at present, all of their futures were indeed very uncertain.

“Ye know very well what I could offer you, Lord Beckett. Information on the Brethern’s movements…and on Jones, as well as…other hard sought mysteries. But now I want to know what you can do for me. And threats of death, hanging…won’t be effective or necessary.”

“You are correct in that matter.”  Beckett remained, as far as the eye could see, nonplussed.  He was not delusional - and thus had not fooled himself for even a second that a pirate such as Hector Barbossa could be swayed by petty threats of harm or of death.  Such threats would not have worked on him either, as they depended entirely on the ability to exercise judgement as swiftly as the reaper himself, and although he had done so in the past, he did not have such leverage right now.  “I am not going to threaten death when it is not something I can promise - it would be dishonorable, would it not?”  The mockery, as always, was present in his tone, but only ever just.

Why would he threaten such a thing when he had something that was worth far more to offer?

“My proposition for you, Barbossa, involves something that I believe you have been wanting for quite some time now.”  He paused, giving those words a few seconds to sink in - perhaps he had figured it out already, perhaps not, it was always rather difficult to tell with pirates, unruly beings that they were.  “As you recall, Sparrow now Captains the Pearl - if he were to be disposed of as I am aiming to do, that ship would go to another Captain.”  He left it there, and waited for the dots to connect - it was a ship that Barbossa had roused a mutiny for once.  That surely was no small want.

[severinadestrango]

To anyone/everyone wondering where I am or where the fuck I went - I’m still here and lurking and I still check my PMs!  I’m not going anywhere, I’ve just hit the worst mental health drop in years and I’m slowly regathering my own pieces.  Feel free to come and ramble with me anytime <3  I’m just as present as I was before.

[lxrdbeckett]

|| For @firstlove-thesea, continued from here.

There was indeed something Beckett had and Jack wanted. Something his former superior had taken from him once he’d found out that there was indeed more to the compass than Sparrow was willing to admit to anyone. Needless to say that the man had figured it’s importance and value - not so much in itself - but in what the magic item might possibly lead him to.

Therefore, it had not utterly come as a surprise to Jack that he had his men take the compass away from him before branding him and sending him down to the depths of the ocean with his treasured vessel. Sparrow found that he couldn’t blame him too much for it, cause what need for his compass did he have in his grave?

Unfortunately, however, Jack wasn’t entirely quite as dead as Beckett had surely wanted him to be. A deal with Jones had been required to rise from his grave along with his ship - now rechristened Black Pearl which was, as he figured - a name far more suitable for a beauty such as her. His only intention of returning to Beckett’s office now was to take back what he’s been his all long.

“The only reason for my return to the East India Trading Company is so to retrieve something of mine that’s currently in your possession.” He replied as he cocked his gun and reached his free hand out palm facing up so he’d return his item.

“Now, if you’d be so kind, mate. My compass.”

Beckett sighed, almost as if in disappointment, giving Jack just a flash of a wry smile.  He wouldn’t be so reckless, of course, as to hide the compass on his person during such a time at which there would no doubt be attempts made to get the said object back - and hence he’d taken precautions to have it hidden away.  Jack would never find it alone, not to mention that in just minutes there would be dozens of soldiers at his back.  Even if Beckett had been idiotic enough to carry the compass with him, Jack would not get far, no doubt.

Jack was reckless, of course, but he was also intelligent, far more than most people gave him credit for (which would usually end up being their fatal mistake).  

“You see, Jack,” he said, “I do believe we’ve found ourselves in a bit of a conundrum.  Even if I did want to give you the compass, that would be a little difficult, seeing as it is not on me at the time.”  The corners of his mouth twitched upwards, and it was tempting to let the smugness seep all the way through.  Ultimately, he wasn’t lying - and even if Jack didn’t believe him, it was’t as if that would make finding it any easier.

[rp-meme-blog]

Send “I hate you! I’ve always hated you!” for my muses reaction!

[lxrdbeckett]

“I don’t believe compliance was ever an option, Vane,” Beckett said, and had he been any taller he most definitely would have stared down his nose at the lot of them, if only for the irony of it.  Years ago, it was these sorts of people that held his life in their hands as if he was nothing more than their object of amusement - and for weeks, for months, he was.  This wasn’t the objective of his journey here, of course, but the little fragments of revenge that came along the way were sweet, even if bitterly so.

“You will comply and cease your pathetic attempts at resistance, or you will all be slaughtered without hesitation.  The choice remains yours.”

[lxrdbeckett]

“Don’t be so crass,” Cutler stared at Jack disapprovingly, although it certainly didn’t seem to have much effect at all, from where he currently was - completely unclothed and unarmed, both physically and mentally (the latter was the more terrifying of the two, of course).  “If I didn’t enjoy it, I wouldn’t still be here.”

That was perhaps the most graceful way to navigate through it all, although he was lacking his signature impeccable composure.  Sighing heavily, he shifted, feeling Jack settle his weight over him like this was where he was meant to be.  It felt right.  It felt terrifyingly right.

All in all, he wasn’t lying - if he hadn’t enjoyed it he would have immediately left the room, and most likely thrown Sparrow out without any sort of ceremony whatsoever.  But he hadn’t done that, and here they both were - and therein laid the answer to Jack’s inquiry.

[kavtari]

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001. — Backhand my muse. 002. — Stab my muse.  003. — Put out a cigarette on my muse’s skin. 004. — Hit my muse with a blunt object.  005. — Throw something large at my muse.  006. — Kick my muse. 007. — Punch my muse. 008. — Break one of my muse’s bones. 009. — Scratch my muse. 010. — Headbutt my muse. 011. — Shoot my muse. 012. — Knock my muse out. 013. — Strangle my muse. 014. — Push my muse roughly. 015. — Grab my muse by the hair. 016. — Bruise my muse. 017. — Threathen my muse with an object of harm.  018. — Go to harm my muse’s eyes. 019. — Bite my muse. 020. — Tear away parts of my muse’s skin. 021. — Force my muse’s head under water. 022. — Throw something scalding at my muse. 023. — Burn my muse. 024. — Step on my muse’s fingers. 025. — Rip one of my muse’s teeth out. 026. — Slash my muse’s achilles tendon ( s ). 027. — Clothesline my muse. 028. — Harm my muse enough for them to cough up blood.  029. — Drive into my muse with a vehicle. 030. — Electrocute my muse. 031. — Slam my muse against a wall. 032. — Force my muse’s arm behind their back. 033. — Kick my muse’s crotch. 034. — Trip my muse. 035. — Put my muse in a headlock. 036. — Break my muse’s nose. 037. — Force their fingers down my muse’s throat. 038. — Crack my muse’s head against a wall. 039. — Attempt to kill my muse. 040. — Attempt to kill my muse creatively.

[rpmemes-galore]

Doctor Who — A Town Called Mercy   {Sentence Starters}

“He shoots people’s hats?“

“Don’t think we won’t kill you.“

“The sign does say Keep Out.”

“Them being scared scares me.“

“I knew you’d find me eventually.”

“Ah, well, he wasn’t a very good shot, then.”

“What happens if someone crosses the line?”

“They’re scared, that’s all. You can hardly blame them.”

“When this is all done, do you want us to take you home?”

“You want justice, you deserve justice, but this isn’t the way.“

“What does he want? Has he issued some kind of demand?”

“When he starts killing your people, you can use your justice.“

“I’ll find you. If I have to tear this universe apart, I will find you.”

“There’s kindness in your eyes. And sadness, but a ferocity, too.”

“You see, this is what happens when you travel alone for too long.“

“But that’s you. Why would he want to kill you? Unless he’s met you.”

“No more warning shots. I’ll kill the next person to step over that line.“

“You could turn a blind eye. No one would blame you. You’d be a hero.”

“I mean, you’ve clearly been taking stupid lessons since I saw you last.“

“What happened to you? When did killing someone become an option?”

“Well, that’s what happens when people get toast crumbs on the console.”

“War is another world. You cannot apply the politics of peace to what I did.”

“I mean, I think you’re the aliens, but in this context, yes. Yes, I suppose I am.“

“He’s lying. Every word, every thing he says, it’s all lies. This man is a murderer.”

“People whose lives you’ve saved are suddenly saying we should hand you over.“

“I see Keep Out signs as suggestions more than actual orders, like Dry Clean only.“

“Now, what I don’t understand is why you haven’t just walked into town and killed him.”

“Justice doesn’t work like that. You don’t get to decide when and how your debt is paid.”

“No, he isn’t. I speak horse. He’s called Susan, and he wants you to respect his life choices.”

“And how many died screaming on the operating table before you had found your advantage?“

“You think I’m unaffected by what I did? That I don’t hear them screaming every time I close my eyes?“

“There’s rage there, like me. Guilt, like me. Solitude. Everything but the nerve to do what needs to be done.“

[oceanmotioned]

These days the masterlists for fandoms like Black Sails and Pirates of the Caribbean are years old and out of date, no longer being updated at all. Some fandoms like Aubrey-Maturin, Hornblower & Turn: Washington’s Spies don’t even have any lists that can be easily unearthed. This is the solution to all of those problems. 

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[lightsailing-a]

JENFJGBF COMPOSer + Deci and cutler and Pullings and bram and Philadelphia and EVERYONE I GOT TOO EXCITED

let me pick out classical pieces for writey things

decimus — viola concerto in g major, twv 51:g9: ii. largo

i don’t really have a good explanation for this one, except for the vibe alone. it reminds me of the sound of slack canvas flapping in a lazy breeze heralding evening and of the splash of the hull cutting through the waves and of simple elegance borne not of noble birth or classical training, and it reminds me of white hair beneath a midshipman’s hat (,:

cutler — six suites for cello suite no 2 in d minor bwv 1008: prelude by bach

a moody, powerful cello solo for the lonesome lord beckett. the accidentals of the recapitulations and modulations cut like a knife as the piece grows and grows to such a strength that, if you listen closely, you can hear each finger falling hard onto the fingerboard before a rough chord cuts the piece off. piano cascades of eighth - notes lead the piece down until it arpeggiates to a series of chords slowly taking steps down the destruction of a ship to the death of the prelude. 

pullings — poet and peasant overture by suppe

i’ve never seen the opera, nor do i know what it is about, but i feel like the title alone describes pullings. he is a man of rigidity and order ( as that is what is required of him ), but he is also very soft and kindhearted. the overture illustrates both sides of the coin, beginning with a noble chorale of brass before it is taken by the strings and then, solely, by the principal cello. the cello solo is sweet and folk - y in a way, almost as if it were a wish up on a star. it is violently cut off by a battle cry, a strepitoso section of chaos and dictation, each unison bow stroke of the strings exact and precise. back and forth, the piece goes from one mood to the other, detailing both sides. 

bram — five military marches, op 39, “pomp and circumstance”: no. 4 in g major

do i even need to explain this? proud, elegant ( listen to that syncopated harp part in the ‘a’ section !!! wig !!!! ), and british.

philadelphia — evening of roses played by sheku kanneh - mason, oliver james, and the cellos of the city of birmingham symphony orchestra 

if there was ever a word to describe philadelphia margaret honora edrington, it would be passionate. she has never done, never felt anything halfway. whether it be in her quest to level the economic playing field or to be able to marry her proletariat love, or to simply be taken seriously in a world that would rather not listen to her, she feels things viscerally and completely. and you ,,,,, cannot tell me that this piece does not embody exactly that. 

william blakeney — no. 13 iv danses des petites cygnes by tckaikovsky

this piece, from the famous ballet swan lake, features a quadrumvirate of petite cygnes ( little swans ) dancing across the stage, hands clasped. the piece was written and dance choreographed to reflect the way small swans group together for protection and that is one of the reasons why i chose this piece. on a ship of hundreds with watches spent hanging on a thread, i always loved, in the film, how the middies would look after each other and stick together, as they had not yet gained their sea legs in the ways of confidence. 

[lxrdbeckett]

I'll shoot ((cause why not? Lol))

|| send me “i’ll shoot” to press a gun to my muse’s head .

“I don’t doubt that you want to.”  Beckett spoke with the practiced ease of one who only could have been in this situation before, time and time again - and while that was partially true it was also because he had long since lost his own fear of death, an answer that probably would have disappointed Jones had he ever asked him that age-old inquiry.  “And yet, Jack, you haven’t.”  

Jack wanted something that he had.  That was simply how this business went.  If he had nothing to offer, then he would have been dead long beforehand.  “Do quit your prefacing and tell me what you’ve come here for.”

[lxrdbeckett]

Ayyyy! Lovely blog! <3 It's nice to see Beckett getting more attention, he's wonderful. I hope you have a lovely day, to both mun and muse! :D

// Why thank you!  I’m glad you’re enjoying my little fragments of existence here <3

[lxrdbeckett]

"It's a problem, I get it." from the frog !!!!

|| If this was a meme I wasn’t able to find it whoops!

“It’s only a problem if you’re discovered.”  Beckett looked at Edrington - and the blood that was currently staining his neckcloth - pointedly.  “And you seem to be going out of your way to do just that.”  Perhaps it was some sort of strange savior complex, he mused - was Edrington trying to reveal himself to his own people out of some kind of guilt?  He’d always been the kinder of them, between him and Beckett - who would have seen immortality as a weapon, had it been him in the other’s place.

“I’m going to assume that your negligence of discretion was accidental.”

@lightsailing

[lxrdbeckett]

" god can’t help you now. " ( pearl ♡ )

|| GUIDE TO TROUBLED BIRDS SENTENCE STARTERS

Cutler raised a single arched eyebrow and fought the momentary urge to scoff - that would have been most unbecoming, not to mention terribly improper if he ever was to achieve his title.  As reliable of a ship as she was, the Pearl knew precious little about him, that was for sure.

“It was not my belief in God,” he drawled sarcastically, “that got me to where I am today.”  There was no God, no benevolent higher power - that had been made apparent to him years ago.

[lxrdbeckett]

why do you think beckett froze at the end of potc 3 when faced against both the pearl and the dutchman?

// Oh gosh, I could go on forever about this scene, so I’m going to be careful about keeping it brief here - this scene has literally haunted me since I was a child because it was just so wonderfully eerie and overall beautifully done.  And I came up with various reasonings and hypotheses about why Beckett froze when he had a ship that was terrifyingly powerful that ultimately came to what I implement into my portrayal now.  To put a very long story shortly, he dissociated.

I took his background information, given from The Price of Freedom, into account, because reading it truly showed me that Cutler is maybe made up of 90% spite and 10% cluelessness.  He doesn’t have any idea who he is, or what the fuck he wants from life or what he’s doing with the life he currently has.  He’s doing what he’s good at - calculating and shuffling numbers here and there and manipulating people by the hundreds, but that doesn’t necessarily mean that he likes it, which is a little paradoxical given that he literally ended up in this whole mess by deciding very firmly that he was going to do what he wanted, based off of his own will.  Cutler always wanted to be a Professor and placed that hand in hand with being well-traveled, which was why he sought out a job in the EITC in the first place. 

Which went horribly wrong because he ended up getting captured and tortured while on one of his missions and it all spiraled downwards from there.  When his father left him to die, the only thing he had left was the desire to survive, solely so that he could prove his father wrong - or that he could prove the general belief that he was nothing more than a disappointment wrong.  And so he started doing everything, just to prove that he could.  He climbed the ladder of power in the EITC faster than anyone thought was possible just to show them that he could, because for the better part of his life he’d been taught that he would never be anything more than a failure, and thus he dedicated his life to making himself indestructible when he really was anything but.

Beckett froze when against the Pearl and the Dutchman because up until then, everything had been going just as he intended it to.  He had taken care of every anomaly - he had played one pirate lord against the other and up until that point he had the seven seas themselves under his command.  Every weakness was seen to and yet with all of his thinking ahead, he had failed to prepare for what would happen if another actually did take Davy Jones’ place.  Beckett had failed to account for that possibility and because of that one oversight, his largest advantage was now directly against him.  He had given up everything - quite literally everything, and yet in the end it had amounted to nothing, because he had failed to see.

He froze because despite having thrown himself into a life he never would have wanted solely to prove the world wrong, he’d ended up proving them right after all.  He’d proven them all right.  

As for the dissociation bit, that’s also taken from the Price of Freedom - it’s shown to be his instinctive reaction to any major shock or loss or trauma all throughout his life.  In his own words, he “went away,” and given the background of his character, I’d say it’s not all that surprising that he froze.

I hope this semi-essay made some sense (and this is me “keeping it short” lmao) - thank you for sending this in, anon!