#unrely

[relyable]

unrelyable!!

[izzyeffinhands]

" be honest . . . do you really enjoy being a pirate? " // from stede ❤️

“ I’m a pirate because I never had the opportunity or chance to be something else. “

Israel confesses softly. He’d thought the whole talk it through as a crew thing was absolute nonsense at first. But Stede had an uncanny ability to open up the hardest of people’s emotions and feelings. He’d witnessed it and now he simply felt it.

A heavy sigh escaped that practically shook. His eyes closed, a gloved hand reaching up to take a hard grasp at his beloved mother’s ring which he kept ‘round his throat. He would murder the world if something happened to it. It was all he had left of her besides the fading memories of his brief childhood.

“ I grew up in a whore house, Bonnet. “ Eyes opened, staring blankly over the sea. “ My mother was one until she was killed by some wanker John of hers. So without anyone, they threw me in a workhouse. I wasn’t even ten years.. “ The softest of painful laughs escapes as he shakes his head.

“ Most of us aren’t as fortunate as you were. “ He didn’t go into anything more for the moment. He didn’t talk about the fact he’d murdered a man at the tender age of ten. But he’d been bloody justified in that.

[swallowsandamazons]

Closed starter for @unrely [Izzy & Ely]

How did this keep happening? After Stede left, they'd promised themselves not to let themselves get caught up in the promise of potential family ever again. Ed had gone off the deep end and Ely was left essentially alone... but then Stede had come back and despite how hard Ely had tried, they couldn't help getting caught up in the undercurrent of potential family again.

Then they'd been left behind again.

Was something wrong with them? This seemed to be a never ending cycle that they couldn't escape from and nobody was telling them why. Why did their parents people keep leaving? It made them angry. Furious. Full of rage enough after finding out for them to go out into the Republic of Pirates and come back to the Revenge smothered in blood. It, surprisingly, wasn't their own. They'd learnt while Stede was gone that murder related guilt was a good covering tool for any emotion but especially the feeling of being abandoned.

They'd ignored the curious and painfully pitying looks from the others as they'd gone below. While they stood now, cleaning themselves up with a small bowl in their bedroom, they caught a glimpse of Izzy in the mirror. Ely hadn't even admitted it to themselves yet but Izzy had somehow clawed his way into the category of 'father' recently for Ely as well and the brief passing thought of that at the sight of him just made them angry again.

"You can fuck off too. Don't need help. Don't need... whatever that look means." 6 months ago they would have been shitting a brick hearing someone else say that to Izzy- they never would have even dared to say something like that to him so harshly themselves... but times change and kids grow up.

[relyable]

[swallowsandamazons]

Closed starter for @unrely [Izzy & Ely]

They were back here again, tied down in the seat of grief. Alone in the dark, dank room that was hidden away in the hull of the ship with thick salt water droplets carving up their cheeks.

It had been bad enough the first time. The acid rising thick in their stomach every time they looked at the cold, greying body of their family member. The guilt had been rampant- making their breath struggle and their hands shake against the force drowning their brain... but it had somehow been better than this. In the back of Elys mind, their had been the constant nagging that Ed would do something stupid and get himself killed. It had just surprised them that they'd actively participated in establishing the final blow.

This was different. Izzy wasn't supposed to die. They were all supposed to make it out alive.

Ely hadn't allowed themselves to think for more than a fleeting second of Izzy as the 'F' word. No matter how much he seemed to claw and struggle, that word remained off limits. As far as Ely was concerned, 'Father' was a cursed word. Everybody they'd ever entrusted with that title had left them behind. They didn't want to tempt fate with Izzy when the two of them fit together so perfectly. Izzy wasn't supposed to leave. They'd done everything they could to protect him...

and yet those seconds of fleeting thought had clearly been enough to finish the curse.

So they sat in that uncomfortable yet familiar wooden backed chair with a cold hand, made clammy from their own body heat, held tightly in their grasp. They were sad, of course they were. It was an indescribable grief that clenched their heart and made them feel like they were drowning... but the most prevalent emotion was anger.

"You weren't supposed to leave." They scold him, the first words to leave their mouth since the incident. "You-... fucking-... you can't be gone. You can't leave me. I don't care if you think you fixed Ed o-or that Stede fucking Bonnets got everything under control. I need you. I'm not fixed. I need you!"

[stupiidgood]

[ BRAID ]: sender, sitting behind the receiver’s back, begins to braid their hair. (pls take a moment to imagine shawn's hair becoming a problem and stede offering to braid it back to keep it out of the way)

(I have taken several moments and I will take several more bc im dying)

She’s called to his quarters on a particularly windy day. While the delusional part of her hoped it was to take her on his sturdiest piece of furniture, she steeled herself for the possibilities that reality held.

After sweeping a clump of windblown locks from her eyes, he reveals his hand. Literally. He's holding out a length of ribbon, likely from his own stash of finery. She's confused; this isn't nearly enough to bind her wrists to the legs of his desk. Perhaps he just wants to tie them behind her back.

Pulled from her fantasizing by his throat clearing, he says "Are you amenable to that?" And while it's in Shawn's best interest to ask to what? she's too lost in the proverbial sauce to think. She nods fervently and her stomach flutters as he smiles in return. "Very well. Have a seat, then. At the couch."

She holds her dirty thoughts close, closer than he's following behind her, following his instructions in the most innocuous way possible. As they sit, he pauses. "Actually, it'd be easier if you were on the floor."

Oh fuck, there goes her heart. She's trying hard to imagine what he has in store while keeping an outward calm. Whatever it is, she'll do it. Christ, she'll do it so fast his head will spin. While she resists the urge to lower onto her knees while staring into his ocean blue eyes, she about yells when he says "back to me, please," as if she'd missed something.

Confusion must be on her face, now. He merely holds the ribbon up, like it's obvious. Good thing she's already down, because her knees go weak. She turns around, hands at her side on the floor. "Very good."

He said it as an affirmation, mostly for himself, but Shawn's wild mind has her biting back a moan at the whiff of praise. It only worsens as she feels his hands in her hair, tingles racing down her spine as she prepares for the firm tug that will sure follow.

But it doesn't.

Instead, there is only gentle pulling as she feels her hair being sectioned into thirds. Oh. Oh. Yes, this makes far more sense.

As soon as she releases her dirty dreaming, a "Let me know if I'm hurting you," comes softly to her ear.

Huffing a laugh, she settles between his open legs, breath slowing to a normal pace as her back is cushioned against the velvet couch.

You could never.

[mxrvelouscreations]

My muse watches your muse from across the room, their gaze lingering even when caught. // erik likes to stare at people. for leigh <3

@unrely

Leigh had been working the bar when she felt like someone was staring at her. While she was used to it, since people tended to use that as their way of getting her attention to serve them, this felt a little different. Turning to see where the stare was coming from, she locked eyes with the man across the room, trying to gauge just what he was wanting from her. A moment later, she decided that she would go to him, wondering if perhaps he wasn't able to make it up to the bar area.

"Is everything alright?"

[mxrvelouscreations]

you're not patching this up alone. let me help. // vin for loki !

@unrely

"Vin, I'm fine."

Loki let out a slightly frustrated sigh as he looked at the other, knowing that it was best not to argue in this kind of situation. He hadn't meant for the other to see him injured, had been trying to patch himself up before the other would be home but it seemed he had just been a little too slow. And so, he held out the bandages to Vin, biting down on his lip. "Fine, just... don't hate me for this."