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will. independent & selective rp blog for will turner jr of potc. canon-divergent from potc4 onward. 19+, minors dni. written by winter ( formerly kary ), 21+, uk, she/her. tws: violence, death, torture.

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𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐲 𝐢𝐧: selflessness, abandonment, childhood sweethearts, an honest worker, unerring devotion, cursed lost autonomy, a strong moral compass, fated sacrifice, a victim of destiny, defined in relation to others.

blog roll: @sihnon, @shentacles

#/ HEAVILY UNDER CONSTRUCTION.#/ pinned post.#˚ ༘ † ⊰ ｡ ooc . ˊˎ ┊ that's not good enough .

˚ ༘ † ⊰ ｡ @lorelodge sent: ❛ i thought you’d like some company. ❜ - bootstrap

it's strange, being freed. the floor beneath his boots still sways like the tides; at night, he swears he can hear the crashing of waves against the walls of his bedroom, the creaking of hammocks in the crew's quarters below. but he's growing used to it. the ground is beginning to calm, and the sounds of rushing water are growing more distant with each passing day.

still William finds himself gazing out at the horizon, watching the sun glitter off ocean's surface. though the time he'd spent on the Dutchman had been traumatic, there's comfort in familiarity; he's drawn back to what he knows, and sadly, for now, that's more often the cold depths rather than the warm arms of his wife and son. particularly as the evening sun sets. he's yet to get fully reacquainted with this view.

and arriving here now beside him, is a man who'd spent even longer beneath those waves. separated entirely by the vast seas, only to meet once again under cruel circumstances. the younger sports a wry smile, and gestures to the cliff edge beside him, welcoming his father to take a seat.

“ I think you're right. ”

he hadn't asked for anyone to join him, but it isn't jarring to have Bootstrap here as he gazes so wistfully across the flowing landscape. to be dragged back to those past labours would surely break his heart, once again beating in its proper place, but there's nostalgia nonetheless. compared to that life, he now finds himself lacking a structured purpose — it'll take a while yet to settle into ( his blacksmith's tools are as rusty and disused as the skills with which he handles them ).

who else knows about that reintegration process more than his own father?

“ it's strange, ” he begins, assuming that Bootstrap will already be following his train of thought. “ while we were aboard the dutchman, I'd have asked for nothing more than to return to shore. to return to my family. why, then, does the ocean still have a grip on me? ” it isn't a question he expects to be answered, but he'll ask it anyway.

#lorelodge #/ thanks for sending this in!! have pain!

i've said it before, and i'll damn well say it again; how wild is it that in the exact conversation where bootstrap tells will that he abandoned his family by choice out of wanting to be a pirate, will firmly vows to not abandon his father on the dutchman

#/ beating myself up over here about will and bootstrap - as always #˚ ༘ † ⊰ ｡ ooc . ˊˎ ┊ that's not good enough .#˚ ༘ † ⊰ ｡ will & bootstrap . ˊˎ ┊ the spitting image .

few souls have ever had a bath as wonderful as will turner jr returning after a decade (or another almost decade) on the dutchman

#/ the things I think about. most of them are everyday things we take for granted that will has been stripped of #/ like being warm and clean and dry.#˚ ༘ † ⊰ ｡ headcanons . ˊˎ ┊ noble and heroic .#˚ ༘ † ⊰ ｡ ooc . ˊˎ ┊ that's not good enough .

˚ ༘ † ⊰ ｡ @trickstercaptain sent: ❛ clean yourself up. you're getting blood all over the place. ❜

regardless of the number of wounds he's received, it's always a surprise when a reasonably superficial injury is a real bleeder. with droplets of scarlet falling one, two, three onto the Black Pearl's dark boards, part of him can't even blame Jack for his pedantry ( though surely plenty of blood must've already been spilt on her beloved deck? ). prompted by the captain's dismissive instruction, Will grabs a clean rag and holds it to the injury sliced into his palm.

a blade had been swung before he'd the chance to draw his own; a foolish reaction had lifted his hand to defend himself before he'd taken note of the glint of metal. it could've been worse. his fingers curl around the material, holding it there and staunching the flow.

“ how'd they board the ship without us noticing? ” that's William's main question, now — if only to learn from their mistakes, and prevent the worst from realising itself in the future. “ just how many enemies have you? ”

#trickstercaptain #/ will vc: wow thx for your concern

˚ ༘ † ⊰ ｡ @lighthouseborn sent: ❛ Promise me you’ll still be here when I wake. ❜

in an instant he knows from where Henry's fear stems; his son, now grown and independent, still feels the bitter abandonment of a child left alone without adequate goodbyes. in truth, William has thought about it each day since, and each time with a soreness of wounds that refused to heal. they'd thought it for the best, he and Elizabeth. they'd thought the boy would do better avoiding the pain of his parting. leaving him in sweet dreamworld, with the scent of his father still lingering within that liminal space, sounded a merciful act until it didn't.

he'd recognised that as soon as the sole of his first boot had landed on the Dutchman's deck, far too late to pelt across sand and cliff to return to the boy's side, gathering him up in the firm arms of his farewell. and how sharply he'd ached, only minutes before, dallying at his son's bedside in that den littered with trinkets and a swinging hammock.

at the time, he'd thought that the hope his fingers brushing against sun-bleached strands would rouse Henry was a desire born of selfishness.

but time marched on, as ever it does, cruel in its disinterest in their plight. the second before that flash of green, before being drawn back under the waves once again, he'd still only seen Elizabeth's lone figure up in the distance. here one moment — gone the next.

now Will smiles, brimming with sadness, regret, but also an overwhelming joy of the promise he's about to make ( despite the anxiety that gnaws at him, expecting an errant clause to still drag him back to the depths ).

“ i'll be here when you awake. you have my word, son. ”

his lips touch against Henry's forehead, both new and familiar in the same breath. his son is already taller than him, but rough, tender hands either side of the boy's face lead him down to the affection. “ get some rest — you've earned that much, for all you've done, and far more besides. ”

#/ catch me considering your ao3 chapter as canon :')#lighthouseborn

will has never played a musical instrument before living aboard the dutchman. not properly, not as a musician does. perhaps the curious strum of a mandolin here, the clumsy pull of a concertina there, but not until he craves something to while away his mournful solitude does he even approach anything like the organ left by the ship's previous captain. nearly twenty years, even with the extent of hard labour with which he's been tasked and performs so dutifully, gives a lot of time for practice. and, as it turns out, the strong and dexterous hands that once made swords so skillfully are well-suited to those keys.

#˚ ༘ † ⊰ ｡ headcanons . ˊˎ ┊ noble and heroic .

hangtherules

there was a time, once, when this needless gentility might have irked her. after nearly twenty years of being treated like fine porcelain, like a flower whose stem might snap if handled too roughly, elizabeth had felt the need to prove herself and show the extent of what she could handle. but age has softened her in some ways, at least in regards to her husband. after twenty years of being separated from him, elizabeth can't help but feel endeared by this tenderness, grateful to be able to finally experience it again.

her eyes rove over his features, the faintest of smiles lifting one corner of her lips. she's tempted to reach for his hand, to bestow a very well deserved kiss; she resists, unwilling to interrupt his task, if only for the purpose of having it finished sooner. " sometimes i have to wonder how i ever managed without you, " elizabeth replies, and though it has the cadence of a jest, there's sincerity in her dark eyes.

piraticblood

the laughter that follows her comment is less tight than it may have been only a few months before — the trauma he's lived through, though still recent and still certainly affecting him, is beginning to blur about its edges and soften to something slightly more palatable. the distance being put between him and his unlife aboard the dutchman each day is making that so.

the first few anxious days once released had been bad. the first few aching weeks, perhaps worse.

those initial days Will had barely slept, roaming about the house with its creaking floorboards, learning each point of weakness in the wood until he could step about with scarcely a sound. the scent of brine and the slithering of tentacles had haunted him in the few moments he'd managed to drift into slumber, waking each time with heart pounding rustily beneath the scar ‘pon his chest. he’d avoided those moments where possible.

the lengthier times that followed left him fearing that he'd grow accustomed to this normality, only to be dragged away from it once calypso found he'd been freed from the curse. to have been brought back to the dutchman's decks after three days would have been a tragedy, but one that would've paled beside him being torn from the family he's grown comfortable with once more. that existential dread lulling in the back of his mind had plagued him more than nightmares of jones ever could.

“ dare i say it, ” he begins with eyes again averted to his task, fingertips running softly around the boundary of a new blotch of purple and yellow on Elizabeth's forearm, “ you've always managed far better than i have, when we're apart. ”

he's defined by her, and almost always has been. this is no mystery. not to onlookers, not to her, and least of all to himself.

the lid is returned to the herbaceous tincture aside on the table, and freed from their duty, both his hands take one of hers. “ and with henry… i'm sure that must've been no easy task. he has your spirit. ”

#/ i'm so thrilled to have interactions with you again <3 #/ PLS ignore the length - he just got introspective for a moment there #/ and absolutely no pressure with icons or anything of that nature. i'm literally just so glad to write w you #hangtherules

◈ @hangtherules sent: ┈ " ❛ it’s okay, you can touch me. i won't break. ❜ okay but imagine post battle injuries c:

she's bright and strong; she burns with a fervour that puts the sun to shame, blinding those who dare but bask in her glow. yet William treats her as something delicate at times like these, as he's one of the few who glimpse beneath the veil of pirate royalty she sports with such style — each dab of a cut with fresh water, and every caress of ointment over bruises brimming purple, is administered with utmost care.

his blacksmith's hands are rough, but his disposition has always been gentle.

now he falters in his motions, and a flickering smile appears on his lips, dark eyes raising up to Elizabeth's golden face. “ ... of course. ” the quiet admission is near bashful; perhaps, he hasn't noticed just how carefully he's been treating her. ” but you won't find me causing my wife any more pain than she's already endured. ”

it isn't as if she's necessarily been dragged into these skirmishes ( she'd always taken to piracy far more easily than himself, despite his heritage ), but he'd hate to see as much as a wince caused by his own heavy fingers.

#/ :') soft #hangtherules #/ post curse-breaking? or verse where he wasn't cursed? idk

nightprompts

&. 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬.

( this is basically just a very self indulgent list of various fluff, angst, and suggestive themed dialogue sentence starters. )

❛ i could keep you safe. they’re all afraid of me. ❜

❛ i’m trying to fix your hair, so hold still. ❜

❛ your heart is beating so fast right now. ❜

❛ promise me you’ll still be here when i wake up. ❜

❛ you’re not as bad as everyone says you are. ❜

❛ i thought you’d like some company. ❜

❛ clean yourself up. you're getting blood all over the place. ❜

❛ here, give this a try and tell me what you think. ❜

❛ you can kiss me, you know. ❜

❛ come back to bed. ❜

❛ you look good like this. ❜

❛ working together again, it’s just like old times. ❜

❛ how is it you always know what i need, huh? ❜

❛ you’re lucky you got away with only a scratch. ❜

❛ i can’t imagine losing someone like that. i’m sorry. ❜

❛ you know you can always talk to me. ❜

❛ the only one who gets to kill you, is me. ❜

❛ so, what do i owe this pleasure? ❜

❛ ah, so you aren’t heartless after all. ❜

❛ may i have this dance? ❜

❛ it’s okay, you can touch me. i won't break. ❜

❛ enemies make the best lovers, you know. ❜

❛ hold still. this might sting a little. ❜

❛ we can't keep doing this. ❜

❛ you look like you've got something to say. ❜

❛ just relax and let me take care of you. ❜

❛ thought you’d be lighter without all that blood. ❜

❛ i had it under control. you didn’t need to do that. ❜

❛ everything looks so beautiful from up here. ❜

❛ you treat all your ladies like this? ❜

❛ well? how do i look? ❜

❛ can’t sleep? ❜

❛ do you mind if i smoke? ❜

❛ i’m scared of ending up alone. ❜

❛ i don’t think i’ve ever seen you smile. ❜

❛ how long has it been since you've slept? ❜

❛ you are losing my interest, and that’s very dangerous. ❜

❛ i’d suffer hell if you’d tell me what you’d do to me tonight. ❜

❛ you look really pretty right now. ❜

❛ i’ve never cared for anyone the way i care for you. ❜

❛ i’m not wearing any underwear. thought you’d like to know. ❜

❛ just a few more stitches and you’ll be as good as new. ❜

❛ i’d say we make a pretty good team. ❜

❛ i want you to forget this ever happened. ❜

❛ i'm here for business — not pleasure. ❜

❛ if i didn't know any better, i'd say you were jealous. ❜

❛ you'd look better down on your knees. ❜

❛ fine, keep acting like you hate me. ❜

❛ kiss me again. ❜

❛ are you asking me out on a date? ❜

❛ just sit there and look pretty and let me handle this. ❜

❛ you okay? caught you staring off into space again. ❜

❛ well, i do feel better now that you're here. ❜

❛ i'm not drunk enough for this. ❜

❛ why is it whenever we see each other, you’re covered in blood? ❜

❛ i was wrong about you. ❜

❛ the first time i met you, i had no idea you'd mean this much. ❜

❛ you gonna be a good girl / boy for me? ❜

❛ i’m not afraid of you. ❜

❛ books mean more to me than people anyway. ❜

❛ i just wanted to say thank you for protecting me. ❜

❛ how about a kiss goodnight? ❜

❛ i don’t have time for distractions right now. ❜

❛ you shouldn’t be out here by yourself. ❜

❛ if i have to think about one more thing today, my head will explode. ❜

#˚ ༘ † ⊰ ｡ prompts . ˊˎ ┊ the right leverage .

restructured tag drop.

always find it funny how there's something of a big deal made about will having his father's name, yadda yadda, yet when elizabeth gives birth to their son in his absence she's seemingly just like 'idk, 'henry' just feels right, yk??'

#/ gotta say i agree with her though #/ abolish those patronymics early - you go king #˚ ༘ † ⊰ ｡ ooc . ˊˎ ┊ that's not good enough .

baltharino

Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl (2003)

#/ him baby #/ them babies #˚ ༘ † ⊰ ｡ self . ˊˎ ┊ the blood of a pirate .#˚ ༘ † ⊰ ｡ elizabeth . ˊˎ ┊ always belonged to you .#˚ ༘ † ⊰ ｡ will & elizabeth . ˊˎ ┊ i'd die for her .

if will and elizabeth'd had another son alongside henry, tell me this wouldn't be him:

#/ brenton thwaites was SO well cast to look like both parents #/ tell me that harry richardson doesn't pass as his brother #˚ ༘ † ⊰ ｡ ooc . ˊˎ ┊ that's not good enough .

crazy how watching poldark makes me long for my sweet blacksmith boy

#/ will turner remains my unrivalled romantic hero and i'll hear no arguments #˚ ༘ † ⊰ ｡ ooc . ˊˎ ┊ that's not good enough .

fadedpagesandworldstages

╰┈➤ STARTER PROMPTS : Seafaring Muses & Merfolk a set of starter prompts, all with a basis in the sea & fantasy ! do not add to this list, i may add more to it later !

— DIALOGUE ( from a sailor / human )

❝ the waves are strong today. ❞ ❝ the sea is not a merciful being. ❞ ❝ under the waves is a world you will never see. ❞ ❝ do you hear that ? ❞ ❝ it’s the siren’s call. they say they’ll lure a sailor to their death if they listen. ❞ ❝ you're a brave one, to chance listening to the sirens. ❞ ❝ are you mad ? you could have been killed, listening to them ! ❞ ❝ are you mad ? you could have drowned ! ❞ ❝ they want you to throw yourself overboard. you have to block out their calls. ❞ ❝ the merpeople are dangerous beings. you aren't to pursue them, do you understand ? ❞ ❝ the sirens are meant to be feared, not loved. ❞ ❝ what is it like, having a tail ? ❞ ❝ what is it like, breathing underwater ? ❞ ❝ take me with you. ❞ ❝ take me with you. i want to swim with you. ❞ ❝ can a human become a merperson ? ❞ ❝ can a human become a merperson ? you know ... like the little mermaid, but reverse ? ❞ ❝ you saved my life. how can i ever repay you ? ❞ ❝ i've seen you before. i saw your tail among the waves. ❞

— DIALOGUE ( from a merperson / siren )

❝ i must swim away with the tide. ❞ ❝ you will see me again. ❞ ❝ we aren't as frightening as they say. ❞ ❝ do you incriminate your own kind for their survival, as well ? or is it only the merfolk ? we sing to protect ourselves. ❞ ❝ your kind hunt us. we are no more than prizes, or monsters. ❞ ❝ do you fear me like they do ? ❞ ❝ do you want to swim with me ? ❞ ❝ do you want to swim with me ? you will not drown, i promise you. ❞ ❝ will you help me untangle this ? the net caught my tail ... ❞ ❝ i've seen you before. i was watching from the water. ❞ ❝ i've seen you before. i was watching from the rocks. ❞ ❝ i've never seen a human so close before ... ❞ ❝ we're not meant to go near the surface. ❞ ❝ will i see you again ? ❞

— ACTION

[ GLIMPSE ] — sender, a merperson, swims past receiver's ( ship / dock / window / tank wall / etc ) [ GLIMPSED ] — receiver, a merperson, swims past sender's ( ship / dock / window / tank wall / etc )

[ CALL ] — sender is being lured by sirens while receiver is unaffected [ SONG ] — receiver is being lured by sirens while sender is unaffected

[ CAUGHT ] — sender is a merperson caught in the net of receiver's boat [ NET ] — receiver is a merperson caught in the net of sender's boat

[ WAKE ] — sender drags receiver onto dry land / on deck after receiver fell overboard [ SAVE ] — receiver drags sender onto dry land / on deck after sender fell overboard

[ RESCUE ] — sender, a merperson, rescues receiver from drowning after they fell overboard [ RESCUED ] — receiver, a merperson, rescues sender from drowning after they fell overboard

#˚ ༘ † ⊰ ｡ prompts . ˊˎ ┊ the right leverage .

greelin

“you can’t just casually mention you’ve technically died once” i can actually. it’s funny

#/ this is rather specific and will feels incredibly called out #˚ ༘ † ⊰ ｡ musings . ˊˎ ┊ to my own purpose .

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