#Willem van der Decken
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Recent Efteling fanart i did to bring the artists back after the link bomb on twitter lol
#Fanart#efteling#Lisa#Willem van der Decken#Hugo van den Loonsche Duynen#Villa Volta#De flying dutchman#de vliegende hollander#Raveleijn#Character art#digital art
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Wait I got an idea
Choose your fighter:
Captain Willem van der Decken
Went out sailing during easter on the Flying Dutchman. Now cursed to sail for eternity. RIP. Fancy hairdo. Ik zal varen, al is het tot in de eeuwigheid.
Hugo van den Loonsche Duynen
Rides flying goats, robs churches, wears a fancy leopard print, scared of the fancy lady on top of his cursed villa. I can recite his speech by heart. Het is een helgelijk...
Baron Gustave Hooghmoed
Sends his mineworkers down to get gold from his cursed mines bc he's scared of some white ladies haunting it. Kompels, tijd is geld.
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Little Red Writing Hoods Writing Challenge 24/9-2023
Task: Prompt was from this post by @write-it-motherfuckers
Person A: “I’m not that creepy…. am I?”
Person B: “Oh you’re extremely creepy, but in a fun way.”
Time brainstorming: 10 minutes
Time writing: 30 minutes
This was a good way for me to explore an Idea I've had for a while and I've also started my prep for NaNo so pirates it was. :'D
“Here’s your food, princess.” The pirate threw a few biscuits into Irma’s cell. “I hope it’s good enough for you.”
She rolled her eyes. The pirate, the others called him Will, had been guarding her cell since they brought her onto the ship. “Why wouldn’t it be?”
“I know it’s not the fancy food you get back home.” His dark eyes found their way to the ground. “It’s not personal, you know. We won’t hurt you.”
“It’s not personal to me. I believe it’s pretty personal towards my father, isn’t it?” She couldn’t help but smile. Her father, General Jones of the British navy, had been after the pirate Captain Crow for years.
“I’m sorry.” The pirate still didn’t look at her.
“No worries. Will, right?” She tried her best to seem nice to him. She didn’t blame the pirates. Not Captain Crow or the rest of her crew. Her father was a prick. She knew that better than anyone.
“Yes, Ma’am.” He looked up at her. His eyes were dark as night and his curly hair wrapped his face. “Willem van der Decken.”
“Willem.” She gave him another smile. It was a nice name. And it suited him well. “No need to be so careful around me. I don’t blame you.” She laughed. “And please, call me Irma. Princess sound awful.”
“Irma.” Her name rolled careful off his tongue.
“So what is it you’re trying to achieve with keeping me here?”
“General Jones took something dear to us, so we’re returning the favour.” The tall figure of the captain stood stood in the door frame. “Sorry for the inconvenience.” Captain Crow lived up to her name. Her hair was as black as the feathers of the crow on her shoulder. And her eyes as murderous.
“Were not creepy for it… are we?” Willem sounded like a puppy compared to the captain.
“Oh, you’re extremely creepy. And wrong. But it’s kind of exiting.” Irma let out a laugh.
“Wrong you say.” Crow stepped closer to the cell. “How so?”
It took everything she had in her not to crawl into a ball on the floor. Her father might be scary, but this woman made everything in Irma scream in fear.
“Yes. He doesn’t care that you took me. I’m a disappointment to him anyway.”
Also @eccaiia We're getting somewhere with Wrapped In Ocean :'D
#little red writing hoods#writing challenge#my writing#wip:wrapped in ocean#Kind of#Willem will play a role in Wrapped in Ocean
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I’ve gathered the courage to post a photo of myself! (I am on the left)
I dunno why Willem Van Der Decken was cursed honestly. He just liked to take his boat out for a swim, nothing wrong with that :)
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Dutch van der Linde is essentially, the Wild West version of Willem van der Decken, captain of the Flying Dutchman:
-Willem van der Decken was a great sailor, revered by his crew, but also a horribly arrogant man who thought himself invincible, thinking that he would cross the Cape of Buena Esperanza, even after the ship was horribly damaged after a heavy storm, which caused some of the crew to mutiny. They prayed for God and a figure ended up cursing him and the rest of the crew of the Flying Dutchman to wander eternally, never knowing peace nor home.
-The traits that van der Decken has can be also applied to Dutch (aside from the obvious dutch ancestry): Like van der Decken, Dutch was also a great leader, revered by the rest of the members as a parent, but also a horribly arrogant man who treated his gang as a commodity, just like van der Decken did with his crew. Dutch insisted in keep going with the outlaw lifestyle, fighting against civilization out of his own arrogance and pride, his refusal to accept that it's over, even after the gang was almost dead, and some of the members rebelled against him. As punishment, Dutch is also condemned to wander eternally, but never knowing neither home nor peace, in a sea of grass, but never touching cities.
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Heya, mates! Let me show you my entry for the fan skins contest of @Thentaro_EUW, an OW top player from Spain and nicest person. It was really exciting! There was great entries from other persons.
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I hate that this is still a mood
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@seafaired and i have been plotting with flint and willem lately and this is where we’re fucking at
seafaired: The "we're surrounded and certainly going to die" scenario and willem just casually waves at flint while smashing the Dutchman into one ship while firing at another
seafaired: He'd be so chill about it tho like
seafaired: Make eye contact with flint while stabbing another man
seafaired: That kind of weird shit
seafaired: Meetings on nassau:
Sb: we cannot defeat the British, they have a well organised fleet.
Flint: we have a ghost boy ??
intolerablexsacrifice: flint: genuinely thinks hes going to lose everything hes been working for
willem: shows up, fucks up the enemy while making direct eye contact w flint
flint: stares back
willem:
flint: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2ssCL292DQA&feature=youtu.be&t=62
please for the love of g-d click the link
#( OOC. )#( THE SEA OWNS NOTHING BUT YOU. ) willem van der decken#( VENGEANCE IS NOT BEAUTIFUL; BUT NEITHER IS RUINATION. ) flint
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It was a lie, uneasy and unsettling on the tongue of one who enjoyed speaking harsh, frightening truths. She had also inherited the ebony tumble of his hair, a fair share of his imposing height, the dark, raven-like quality of his eyes --- and the makings of a monster. Claws straining against skin, gums aching with the fangs waiting to pierce.
“Then you carry his shame well.” As if it were a cloak, heavy like armor, balled fists and raised swords. Raven gaze wandered to the hand resting then on the hilt of his weapon, questions rising like one dark brow. “Burden?” The other brow now rose, too. “Oh no, it isn’t a burden. It has served me very well.”
There was something darker than the deepest shadow in that razor-sharp smile of hers.
continued bc i need this. | @seafaired
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first off, aspen is still open for shipping. i’m not making him ship exclusive. HOWEVER. moving forward, in all main verse things that aren’t shippy, aspen is by default in a relationship with willem van der decken ( @hatigave ). he still lives in his little cabin on the coast, but he makes frequent trips to willem’s ship and is very much committed to the not-quite-dead captain.
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since i’m thinking about it with the revival of the fandom : my non hp muses and which hog/warts house they’d be !
pavel chekov : ravenclaw. he would be a hat-stall between gryffindor and ravenclaw, but show favoritism to ravenclaw in the end.
montgomery scott : gryffindor. but barely.
gaston : slytherin. no question about it. slytherin all the way.
archie kennedy : hufflepuff. although he could just as easily be a gryffindor.
james norrington : gryffindor. even with a strong hufflepuff wing.
jack aubrey : slytherin. i said what i said. but like ... a really cool slytherin. would crash a gryffindor house party for the fun of it.
robin hood : gryffindor. but a feral gryffindor. should have been in slytherin, all things considered.
bucky barnes : ... hufflepuff. i said what i said !
sherlock holmes : slytherin. was an obvious hat-stall between slytherin and ravenclaw but the hat saw and the hat knew and the hat was right.
castiel : .... [ redacted ]
ORIGINAL CHARACTERS
jackson ayers : hufflepuff. the hat touched a single hair and started howling for hufflepuff, and the hat was once again incredibly correct.
adelé desrosiers : slytherin. held up the hat for a solid 15 minutes but was eventually placed in slytherin due to her own preference. she was a tie between gryfindor and slytherin.
naut gooischot : ... gryffindor ... don’t question me on this.
jan klaassen : slytherin. homie wasn’t even a hat stall. just went off to become the most obnoxious slytherin there ever was, and probably ever will be.
willem van der decken : hufflepuff. yes he was a hat stall, but eventually was sorted into hufflepuff.
victoria bush : hufflepuff ... was this even a question ?
eldwin wolf : ravenclaw. but walking a thin line buddy.
annabelle bush : ravenclaw. but also ... fucking barely.
honey : gryffindor. even if i don’t think honey would ever go to hogwarts just out of spite, but an absolute gryffindor if they ever did.
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I'm very convinced he should be up there amongst the ranks of tumblr sexymen. he's a white tall handsome villainous man. that's checking off nearly all the boxes.
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WIP Intro: Wrapped in Ocean
New WIP incoming! I've had this idea for a while and even if the infernal cave is my top priority, I've finally gotten some sort of start to this project. The only other person I've told about this is @eccaiia so I thought I'd let it out into the wild as well.
TITLE: Wrapped in Ocean
GENRE: Fantasy/Romance
SETTING: 18th century Europe(-ish?)
TROPES: Pen pals, Forbidden love, Monsters, Pirates
STORY: What if the Kraken was once a beautiful young lady? What if she fell in love with a pirate? What if Captain Jones fell in love with the bottled letters that was sent out into the ocean?
THE CHARACTERS:
Cordelia Delmore: (Introduction)
| 18 | Female | Kraken |
A girl drawn to the ocean but forbidden to even go near it.
Diana 'Davy' Jones: (Character introduction coming)
| 24 | Female | Pirate Captain |
Captain of the Locker. Leader of a ruthless pirate crew.
Levi Delmore: (Character introduction coming)
| 46 | Male | Leviathan |
Commander of the Navy ship "Sailing Serpent" and Cordelia's uncle.
PLOT AND KETTLE: Cordelia's father forbids her(and her siblings) to ever go near the ocean. Still, Cordelia is drawn to it like a moth to a flame. She often sends out bottled letters to the void of the ocean and to her surprise, her bottles return with small trinkets inside and the letters "C.J.".
After spending a night with the feared, and surprisingly female, Captain Jones. They figure out that she sent those trinkets over the years. Jones vows to take Cordelia away, someday, before she flees from the law enforcement. As times pass and the bottles no longer return, Cordelia makes a deal with an oceanaid and trades her life for the power to find Jones.
STUFF THAT IS NIFTY: The Flying Dutchman is a ghost ship. Unseen by most and captained by Diana's great grandfather, Willem van der Decken.
STATUS CHECK: NaNoWriMo project 2023
(I absolutely stole this format from @sleepyowlwrites)
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The story of The Flying Dutchman (the actual-ish story, not that one from PotC)
So the story seems to originate from the 1700s, and it's a pretty religiously-based one. It tells of Captain Willem van der Decken, a proud and stubborn man, and his ship The Flying Dutchman. It was the Golden Age of the Dutch (and also the English) Empire, and the Netherlands was dominating the world trade through the VOC (Verenigde Oost-Indische Compagnie, or East India Trading Company, which was later taken over by England I believe - it gets a tiny mention in PotC). Spices were worth more than gold, and the VOC had their headquarters in Batavia. The one to find the quickest route to sail there got a claim to power and fame, and Willem wanted that claim. (I would call him by his last name but it's annoying and long to type on my phone.)
It was a religious time (hell, the country was freshly established, just off the back of a war between Catholics and Protestants), and Willem, against the wishes of his wife and crew, wanted to sail on Easter Sunday. Like a fucking HEATHEN. Even now there's some shops that don't open on regular Sundays because of religion, but EASTER SUNDAY?? BACK THEN??? Yeah. Disgrace, and worse, sacrilege. But he insisted, he wanted to get to Batavia, Easter or no, storm or no - because on top of things, there was a storm brewing as they got to the Cape of Good Hope (also known as Storm Cape I believe, for good reasons - it was a notoriously dangerous area to sail).
As hell started to break loose, his crew begged him to turn back, but Willem insisted on getting around the Cape. He got so furious, he threw his navigator overboard he famously cried out "By God or the Devil, Easter or no Easter, I will sail around the Cape if I have to sail until Judgement Day!"
So, that's not a good thing to say. The ship and its captain and crew fell into the hands of the Devil, and they were cursed to sail forever, the dead crew silently performing their tasks. Apparently sometimes they would send out sloops to passing unfortunates to hand them stacks of letters, which they asked to be delivered to long-dead relatives. It supposedly sails against the wind with red sails.
I knew the basics of the story, but I got some more details from the Dutch Wikipedia. I am by no means an expert on this tale nor a qualified expert on history or mythology or whatever, and there are definitely people out there who have a far better in-depth knowledge, but this is basically the story as it is more or less known in the Netherlands. Hope that helps @medusinestories!
#bs fic writers eat your heart out#also if you're ever in the netherlands go to the Efteling theme park and ride the flying dutchman ridr#it is GORGEOUS#anne speaks#mythology
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for @hatilead / MEME / NOT ACCEPTING
The Flying Dutchman is comfortable enough, well-kitted and well-built for long voyages. But like any Captain, Jacob’s heart craves his own ship. The Eurydice, his home for so many years, almost an extension of his soul, now lay broken to timbers on the ocean floor. The thought pierces his heart, and he wills himself to stand strong against such pain. The Eurydice was only ever wood and iron, held together by mechanics. What she meant to him would remain, even after she had rotted in the sand.
Despite his determination not to be morose, his mood blackens around the edges. He has never been able to resist the dark moods that steal into his heart. He may as well take his problem to the originator, the cause of his discomfort.
A half-life sailing the oceans might have been more preferable if it were on his own ship, on his own command. He refuses to relinquish the title of Captain, if only for his own happiness.
He strolls into Captain van der Decken’s cabins as though they are his own, wearing confidence as comfortably as his fine clothes. He has always been good at this, at assuming some identity or persuasion, for as long as it suited his needs. The question of when the identity he assumed started merging with his real feelings is one he refuses to contemplate, along with so many other shaded, mottled truths he ignores.
It is so much easier to pretend, and keep pretending, after all.
He expects to find Willem lounging in one of the ornate chairs, perhaps reading or drinking. He does not expect to find him praying. The expression on his face must mark his thoughts on the matter, because Willem starts and almost looks guilty.
“There are worse things I might find you doing than praying, friend.”
Jacob breaks the silence, skirting around the space and keeping some modicum of distance. The air between them takes on a strange, sparking quality. It is like the moment before a duel is fought, or a kiss pressed to a new lover’s lips. He doesn’t know what to make of it, but he is certain it’s not the first time he’s sensed this tension.
“Do you pray?”
The words hide a complexity that neither of them touches.
“Not since I was a boy. I renounced all faith when I turned sixteen.” Jacob’s smile is all teeth, sharp and canine. “Have you not heard? I am the most godless creature to walk and breathe. I believe the current rumour is that my evil offends so greatly, Hell itself spat me back out.”
Jacob relishes those rumours. They are fit for theatres and playwrights, and every lie and tale that bears his name is yet another swirling mystery that hides his true self. Still, there is something almost pained in Willem’s blue eyes, and Jacob has the decency to drop his head, hiding his expression behind curtains of dark, braided curls.
“You get something out of it?”
He composes the question into something gentler than it could be, softening the harsh growl of his voice into a hum, or a purr. The heavy pewter glasses make a thunk as he pulls them from a cupboard, uninvited, and pours a long draught of rum.
“There is prayer in me, still,” Willem affirms.
“I support nothing that brings a man to his knees.” He pauses, making sharp eye contact with the other Captain. “Well, almost nothing.”
He carries to glasses to the nearest table, setting them down before collapsing elegantly into a waiting chair. He notes, with interest, that Willem has not yet stood, and allows his legs to splay apart.
“My psalms are better suited to some Sun-worshipping pagan of the old times.”
The air between them shimmers, and Jacob knows the heat he feels has nothing to do with the temperature. He arches an eyebrow, knowing that he has pulled Willem’s attention to far less holy matters.
“What do you pray for, hm?” He pauses, swallows from the glass.
The column of his neck is grimy, sweat-stained. The rum wetting his lips has a spicy fire that he has come to welcome. His intention in coming here had been to ignite some meaningless argument with Willem, to set aflame his rage and let the ash of his loss coat them both. Now he is here, some other fire has begun to burn. Curious, how all these desires feel like the same flare running through his veins.
He waves the question away, disinterest framing his face. He plays the game well, he knows.
“Sit, drink with me. I find myself at an end with naught to preoccupy me.”
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anonymous said: Is your mortal name "Cap'n K'nuckles"?
“If you’re tryin’ to insult me, you’ll need ta try ‘arder than that. NO.” The Dutchman doesn’t even know who this Cap’n K’nuckles character is, but so far as he’s concerned there’s only a handful of fellow pirates whom have earned his respect, and that clownfish ( whoever he is ) be a far cry from the caliber of captain to whom the Dutchman might hail.
“Me name in life was Captain Willem van der Decken. ‘Tis a right shame that so few people know me legend... Me mortal life be just as interesting as me immortal life, I’ll have you know!”
#//is that captain k'nuckles character from flapjack????#//right??#//haven't seen the show i just have heard the name before lol#‹ RETIRED MUSE : the Dutchman ›
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