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SPARROW.
I will cut adrift—I will take my mind out of its iron cage and let it swim.
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oh no i feel the urge to revamp this blog
#listen its undergone too many changes and it feels cluttered#i will probably do it + keep a simple very linear style
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O DEATHLESS SEA / irene by simon harsent / the invading surf by frederick judd waugh / the mediterranean in the ancient world by fernand braudel (trans. siân reynolds) / stormy sea by ivan konstantinovich aivazovsky / dancing in odessa by ilya kaminsky / i lived the beloved name by odysseus elytis (trans. olga broumas & t. begley) / strong winds and high tides battered a coastal road close to newtownards, northern ireland by peter morrison / shipwreck off the cliffs of dover at night with dover castle in the distance by eugène lepoittevin / the odyssey, book 13 by homer (trans. emily wilson) / seebild by ingo kühl
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“Although I may not be yours, I can never be another’s.”
— Mary Shelley, from a letter to Percy Bysshe Shelley written c. July 1814
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Benjamin Alire Sáenz, Aristotle and Dante Dive Into the Waters of the World
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character sheet.
𝙱𝙰𝚂𝙸𝙲𝚂:
FULL NAME: jack teague, though it is best you don’t even try to call him by his father’s last name.
NICKNAMES: jack the sparrow, shortened and widely known as simply ‘jack sparrow’; jackie.
HEIGHT: 5′10′’ - 178 cm.
AGE: 33 during cotbp (b. 1698) though his aging process is quite slowed down.
ZODIAC: sun in gemini, moon in gemini, ascendant in sagittarius.
SPOKEN LANGUAGES: english, conversational spanish and french, few words in japanese and latin.
𝙿𝙷𝚈𝚂𝙸𝙲𝙰𝙻 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙸𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙲𝚂:
HAIR COLOR: black.
EYE COLOR: bright jade-green.
SKINTONE: brown.
BODY TYPE: fit, not particularly tall, but slim and graceful; trained from his life at sea.
VOICE: not too deep, rich and playful; measured and soft, but with a mocking edge.
DOMINANT HAND: ambidextrous.
POSTURE: fluid, kind of eccentric, he gesticulates even while walking.
SCARS: two sickle scars under his left eye, right above his cheekbone; the ‘p’ mark burned into his forearm by cutler beckett; two bullet scars in the middle of his chest; various other scars from his many adventures.
TATTOOS: jack is extensively inked; his brand is the sparrow flying across a setting sun tattooed on his forearm, right above the ‘p’ mark. then the has a 15th century poem titled ‘desiderata’ tattooed across his back, along with many other symbols covering his shoulders, torso and thighs. one day i will list them all.
BIRTHMARKS: none.
FEATURES: strong jaw, full lips, big kohl-lined eyes, slender fingers, thick thighs.
𝙲𝙷𝙸𝙻𝙳𝙷𝙾𝙾𝙳:
PLACE OF BIRTH: edward teague’s ship, in the middle of a typhoon in the indian ocean.
SIBLINGS: none.
PARENTS: edward teague (father), unnamed woman (mother).
𝙰𝙳𝚄𝙻𝚃 𝙻𝙸𝙵𝙴:
OCCUPATION: pirate & outlaw, briefly privateer.
CURRENT RESIDENCE: the black pearl.
CLOSE FRIENDS: joshamee gibbs, elizabeth swann, william turner, bootstrap bill, esmeralda maria consuela de sevilla.
RELATIONSHIP STATUS: despite his intense on-and-off love story with esmeralda, he’s single and intends to remain that way.
FINANCIAL STATUS: comes from lower class, now technically wealthy since what he and his crew need is raided from other ships or traded by selling stolen treasures.
CRIMINAL RECORD: piracy and everything connected with it (theft, murder etc), has freed slaves which was considered a crime.
VICES: binge drinking, gambling.
𝚂𝙴𝚇 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙰𝙽𝙲𝙴:
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: bisexual.
PREFERRED SEXUAL ROLE: hugely depends on the mood, but he’s a switch.
LIBIDO: usually high.
TURN-ONS: anything really.
TURN-OFFS: the usual.
LOVE LANGUAGE: acts of selflessness, physical touch, little presents.
RELATIONSHIP TENDENCIES: you can love him but never keep him; even if he loves you he will leave you, then return, then leave you again. he prefers to sleep around for this reason, spares both the drama.
𝙼𝙸𝚂𝙲𝙴𝙻𝙻𝙰𝙽𝙴𝙾𝚄𝚂:
CHARACTER’S THEME SONG: pirates of the caribbean - main theme, i’m boring.
HOBBIES TO PASS TIME: reading, drinking, swimming, gambling, plus he likes to climb to the top of the mainmast to look at the sea, it helps him think.
MENTAL ILLNESSES: mild ptsd from his time in the locker.
PHOBIAS: none.
SELF-CONFIDENCE LEVEL: even if it's not always high, it's always boastful.
TAGGED: @tharanduil ✨ TAGGING: anyone who hasn't done this yet!
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“[…] it is a privilege to have a story, to know your own narrative as surely as you know your name.”
— Ayşegül Savaş, Walking on the Ceiling
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svyatoiy.
❝ some things are forgotten, some things disappear, and some things die. ❞ the ship rocked back and forth, a silent lullaby meant to lull her to sleep, but with each wave against the hull, the wood creaked. alina didn’t mind another sleepless night ─ beneath the open night sky where the stars gleamed bright, she could feel their light tickle in her fingertips. if she wanted to, she could call the stars & wipe the darkness from the night. instead she let the chill of the night nip at her cheeks and seep through her worn coat, leaning against the railing. ❝ i chose to disappear. ❞
RAVKAN WATERS HAD FOAMED AT THE SHIP’S TAIL, then disappeared from sight or reach of spyglass; and as the night chases all the steel-grey lights from behind the clouds, the sea becomes a borderless expanse, ink-black. Most men are uncomfortably rolling in their hammocks, either drunk to sleep or trying to get there. Sparrow, too, finds in the biting chill a powerful stimulant. His Fjerdan pelt is too loosely worn to keep him warm, but not enough let him freeze to death. The girl is lightly dressed, too, but looks far less bothered. Maybe she keeps it to herself like everything else: her name, her past. Maybe it’s just because she’s Ravkan.
“That much I gathered, m’lady.” what was prompted as late-night smalltalk has turned into something else already, though Jack is not fueled enough to name it. “Most people askin’ for a safe passage to Ketterdam choose so.” he takes a swig of turbid-looking rum. “Though I expect you to repay my boundless kindness by at least telling me your name. Just so I don’t accidentally throw you overboard thinkin’ you’re a spy.” it’s only half a lie, but it serves his purpose if she believes it entirely. Tough times have revealed Jack a fastidious truth about the tickle of his own conscience, and ironically, it’s warranted a dangerous reputation back in the countries at war.
#svyatoiy#vrs : a mythic wreck.#pls don't apologize <3 this is late af too sfghsjdk#i assumed jack doesn't know who alina is yet but#lmk if you'd like anything changed !
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do not rb.
#vis : i sang in my chains like the sea.#i made these gifs in 0.5 seconds and it shows#but who cares
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and the slow, sad pleasure
of knowing it wouldn’t last
more beautiful, even,
than imagining it would.
Maya C. Popa, from “Wittgenstein in the Palisades”, American Faith
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Beautiful America’s Oregon Coast, 1999
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vampyras.
❛❛ all religion, my friend, is simply evolved out of chicanery, fear, greed, imagination, and poetry. no man who ever lived, or still yet lives, knows any more about the hereafter than myself. ❜❜
There’s a restlessness at the hinges on Jack’s muscles. He’s vibrating with a fight or flight instinct, perhaps more flight than fight, but now even his instincts, seldom aligned with a better judgment often not listened to, tell him it would be useless. And almost too readily, he accepts it. The sea he knows, yes, and all its horrors — but the earth too has evils to unveil. Maybe the Count is one of them.
“Can’t say I have not learned a handful of things myself.” the one-time experience of seeing his own bones gleaming in the full moonglow is something he will not easily forget, next to being swallowed whole to a kind of un-world that was neither here nor anywhere else. If he founded his own cult, maybe people would even call him a madman. He shifts uncomfortably, almost trying to shrug off the Count’s heavy stare. “Dying in order to live forever sounds quite the scam, if you ask me. I have other plans for myself.”
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𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃 & 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐅𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 (a series of nonverbal prompts . mature themes present , ‘ my ’ muse belongs to the one who posted the meme - send “ + REVERSE ” to reverse the prompts .)
→ 𝐈 . GENERAL
❛ hush . raise a finger in a gesture to silence my muse .
❛ sit . gesture for my muse to sit down .
❛ door . hold a door open for my muse .
❛ tap . tap my muse on the shoulder to garner their attention .
❛ hunger . give my muse something to eat / drink .
❛ cook . present my muse with home - cooked food .
❛ brush . work a brush / comb through my muse’s hair .
❛ read . silently read a book alongside my muse .
❛ hand . hold out a hand for my muse to take .
❛ dressed . help my muse put on an article of clothing .
❛ note . give my muse a note saying : [ content ] .
❛ amplify . turn up the music in the car .
→ 𝐈𝐈 . ANGST
❛ patch . help my muse patch up a wound .
❛ night terrors . hold my muse after they wake up from a nightmare .
❛ company . silently sit with my muse to comfort them.
❛ hospital . my muse is told that yours is in the hospital .
❛ revelation . show my muse evidence of a lie they told .
❛ indulge . find my muse drinking to cope .
❛ downfall . find my muse collapsed on the ground .
❛ console . comfort my muse as they cry .
❛ nurse . give my muse company in the hospital .
→ 𝐈𝐈 . AFFECTIONATE
❛ wink . wink at my muse .
❛ wrap . wrap an arm around my muse’s [ shoulders / waist ] .
❛ caress . gently caress my muse’s face .
❛ tousle . mess playfully with my muse’s hair .
❛ chest . place your head on my muse’s chest .
❛ comb . comb fingers through my muse’s hair .
❛ grasp . run to my muse & jump into their arms .
❛ lean . lean on my muse’s shoulder .
❛ tender . kiss my muse on the [ forehead / cheek / nose ] .
❛ abrupt . kiss my muse out of the blue .
❛ chaste . chastely kiss my muse .
❛ good morning . kiss my muse the morning after .
❛ volumes . gaze at my muse in a way that silently says ‘i love you’ .
→ 𝐈𝐈𝐈 . VIOLENT
❛ strike . [ slap / punch ] my muse in the face .
❛ gun . wield a gun at my muse .
❛ twist . twist my muse’s arm behind their back .
❛ throttle . aggressively wrap your hands around my muse’s throat .
❛ parch . burn my muse with a hot object .
❛ take down . forcefully bring my muse to the ground .
❛ gouge . wield a sharp object at my muse .
❛ shunt . shove my muse backwards .
❛ stickup . yell at my muse to put their hands in the air.
❛ shoot . [ fatally / non-fatally ] shoot my muse .
❛ stab . stab my muse with a [ knife / other object ].
→ 𝐈𝐕 . NSFW
❛ surprise . send an unexpected nsfw image to my muse .
❛ pin . push my muse against a [ wall, table, other ] .
❛ go down . go down on my muse .
❛ choke . intimately wrap your hands around my muse’s throat .
❛ belt loops . pull my muse closer by their belt loops .
❛ skinny dipping . go skinny dipping with my muse .
❛ rip . tear a piece of clothing from my muse’s body .
❛ mark . leave a mark on my muse’s body [ specify where ] .
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ON SLEEP.
Name: Jack Sparrow.
Residence: He has no fixed residence, but if a ship can be considered such, then the Black Pearl is his “home”. Has dwelt in Shipwreck cove when he was younger, but he’s reluctant to go back there.
Type of bed: On the Pearl, his bed is king-sized and takes almost half of the space in his cabin. Granted he’s slept in hammocks, on sand, on rocks, that is not really the problem. It’s just an added comfort.
Number of blankets: One, but rarely he covers himself with it.
Number of pillows: Four, but he uses either one or none.
Type of clothing: Either fully clothed, if he goes to bed particularly drunk and / or feeling too lazy to strip, or fully naked, hardly ever in-between. Most times he will sleep naked because the Caribbean climate is hot and sticky and Jack likes the cooling sensation of a draft of wind over his bare, sweaty skin.
Do they sleep with company? Sometimes, but not always. Whenever the Pearl docks he often finds himself some company to spend the night with, but he doesn’t always allow them to stay.
Do they sleep better with company? Not really, no. He tends to be more vigilant when sharing his private spaces with complete strangers, and while he regularly and enthusiastically does one-night stands, he sleeps less serenely. Around people he knows well, he becomes almost too relaxed and trusting.
Does it matter where they sleep? As stated above, Jack likes comfort (not necessarily luxury) but he’s definitely used to the lack of it. He’s slept anywhere: in a cell, on rocks, on the coarse sand with shallow waters soaking his clothes, on wooden floorboards. Obviously, he prefers his bed to everything previously mentioned.
What do they do if they cannot fall asleep? Jack doesn’t have trouble falling asleep, but if it happens, it’s either because he’s feeling agitated or it’s too hot or he just isn’t tired enough. He’ll take a stroll on the deck and enjoy the night breeze, or revise the course, read a book, drink himself to sleep, or have sex lmao.
Frequent dreams / nightmares: Mid-Dead man's chest, due to Davy Jones' mark, he had the recurring dream where he got dragged underwater by some invisible force and had to struggle until he drowned.
Deep slumber or naps: Depends on how tired he is. Typically he prefers deep slumber because he's fairly active during the day, but he doesn't mind napping if he's feeling it.
When do they sleep? At night, usually.
What could wake them up: Loud noises, insistently touching / shaking him, feeling too hot or sweaty, a nightmare. If he's feeling agitated or he's on guard, the slightest movement could wake him up.
tagged: @isilmerie <3 / tagging: steal it from me.
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“Every water surface, velvet smooth, offers up that tormenting image, with the “ungraspable phantom of life” below it. Lean over. Look. What’s there? What’s on the other side of that smooth surface? Fathomless depths, total dark, the great yawn, the shadow, the gape, the frightening mess that’s easier to avoid. Look and look. The surface is penetrable, just slip on through, but you don’t come out, or maybe you just don’t come out the same.”
— Nina MacLaughlin, from “All This Blood and Love”, The Paris Review
(via voirlvmer)
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“have you ever heard of—the fountain of youth?”
personals do not rb.
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