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[quoj]

ksjdfhdksjh my LITERALLY feeble attempt at drawing

[imaliveinhcre]

[notinteresteddotcom]

I thought I'd give the slam poetry thing a try

[tatteredxsails]

try + Izzy 👀

Israel Hands was, above all else, a creature of habit.

That was antithetical to who Edward was, but it worked. He could bring some kind or order to Edward's life that was otherwise lacking. He could maintain the ship, keep the crew in check, while Edward got to do... whatever the fuck it was that he wanted to do.

Lately, it hadn't been enough. Izzy continued with the routines that he was accustomed to, keenly aware of the fact that Edward was chaffing against them. But he didn't know what else to do. He'd never been a creative man. He wasn't an idiot. He could be clever. But creative and spontaneous? Those were shapes he didn't fit into.

Bonnet wasn't exactly creative or spontaneous, either, in his opinion. He was a fucking madman, that was true. He'd baffled Izzy from their first meeting that had involved an unprofessional ambush and an awkward exchange of prisoners. Which... Bonnet then claimed that Izzy and the boys had stolen. Sure. Fine. Whatever. The fact that Bonnet had survived being gut-stabbed and hanged was admirable, but God did have the occasional soft spot for fools.

Izzy knew that there was something in that saying about children, but he knew better than anyone that God didn't give two shits about children. Not that he believed in God to begin with.

The point of the matter was that Bonnet was shiny and new. Ed would get tired of him eventually. Izzy would have to clean up that mess, just like he had had to clean up similar messes in the past. Edward seemed to be more taken with Bonnet than some of the other interests from the past, but that didn't mean anything. The man was fickle. It'd change.

There had been a time when Edward had looked at him like he was the most interesting thing on the planet. That had changed, sure, but he'd kept Izzy around. That was something that Izzy could depend on. Whims came and went, but ultimately? Izzy would be there. He'd always be there.

He took Edward's pipe from his pocket and started to clean it. Edward couldn't be fucked to do it himself. Not that Izzy minded. It was part of their routine. Part of his routine. There were a thousand little things he did throughout the day to take care of the man. To love him, in the only way that he could. He'd never fucking say it. That wasn't them. That wasn't the world that they lived in.

Izzy looked up when he heard Ed's voice, then let out a slow breath through his nose. Of course, he was talking to Bonnet. Leaning in towards him, his hair trailing down his back -- caught just so in the sunlight so that it shone like silver. He was fucking beautiful. He might have to watch Ed falling for someone else, but no one could take moments like these away from him. He memorized the glint of silver against leather and looked down at the pipe in his hands.

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[neo-cloud-dsmp]

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the dnf fanfic i wrote

[peachstonefemme]

If I made a wishlist, would y'all be interested in spoiling me???

[readthelinebitches]

would you be with me if I had killed?

would your soul still fit mine, if one is fractured?

would your heart still beat to the drum of my pulse, if I had bled all the love from my body?

if I couldn't feel anymore, would you feel for me?

if it had been a thousand lifetimes since you saw me, would you love me despite not being the girl you knew?

if new stardust replaced the old and the moments I had seen were too many, too violent and too hateful, would I still be privileged to feel the soft pressure of your lips?

the question I beg and dread the answer of is... am I still yours?

after all, monsters are still human.