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tonyglowheart · 3 years

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same anon about the chinese terms; i keep thinking clan = extended family. wwx is adopted right? cause i keep thinking that by how fandom does it and the clan term says that's right to my brain

Nooooo think of this more like a feudal system (I don't know historical fuedal systems well enough dont quote me) or like... idk, Game of Thrones, everyone knows game of thrones now right? I don’t know Game of Thrones either, just imagine a... game of thrones-esque setting

So you have the Clan, right, and the main family of the clan? the uhh what are they, the starks, the lannisters, the whoever else. You have the main family at the center of that. But then you also have all sorts of servants and soldiers and retainers and whatever. In a feudal system you have knights and stuff. They all technically “belong with” the clan/are under the banner of the main family, but are not literally members of the family, are not adopted into the main family tree, etc. A royal companion of a royal heir in real life history, for example, could even be raised alongside the heir, attend the same classes, participate in the same activities, and they could be close as brothers. But the royal companion does not become the literal adopted sibling of the royal heir. It’s like how you might be friends with your boss, and they might consider you like family, but while the boss-employee relationship exists they’re still your boss, and there’s still that power dynamic & positional difference there.

“Traditionally,” or like, in what can be considered established xianxia/wuxia canon, you have cultivation sects that are more like apprenticeship or... guilds I guess? I only know vaguely about historical guilds, so I’m more borrowing their idea than quoting them exactly. You have masters and you have apprentices, and journeymen, etc, and apprentices can hone their still and “go up in rank” so to speak, work their way up to being a full master in the guild. It’s an organizational grouping that creates close bonds but is not necessarily a family in the nuclear family sense or like the family tree or clan sense. But MDZS cultivation families are structured much more like nobility/gentry, even if they came from humble origins, where you have the whole... core family + also the accompanying people who are under the family’s banner and thus “part of the Clan” as far as considering the clan as like, a political organization also goes. But not literal adoption into the family.

Within wuxia/xianxia, sect-mates are actually considered more marriagable prospects than outsiders, and a lot of the romances in the dramas might be about a shixiong and a shimei or whatever. (If you think about them as a professional collective that does have close personal bonds, like a guild might, then it makes sense; you spend a lot of time around these people so you know them well already, plus if your sect has proprietary techniques you would keep that inside the sect. it’d be like if you had a childhood sweetheart, like in PotC with Will Turner and Elizabeth Swan).

“Wei Wuxian is adopted” is the absolute Anglophone myth of the century and the bane of my existence lmao, because he’s NOT. People use it to discourse about all sorts of things and justify all sort of other things, but his standing in relation to the Jiang family is much more nuanced and complicated than “he’s adopted.” He’s a cultivator, so he’s not just a normal servant, and he’s also the head disciple, plus he can be considered, at the very least, a sort of “royal companion” to Jiang Cheng and Jiang Yanli even, so he does have an advanced place compared to your average Yunmeng Jiang disciple. But, like how in PotC Will was raised alongside Elizabeth, that doesn’t make them automatically adopted. Even Jiang Yanli declaring Wei Wuxian her did doesn’t mean that he is, or that he is to her, per se. Before anyone throws rocks at me - I’m not saying she doesn’t consider him like a brother, or that they’re not close. But that assertion had a very specific purpose. As mentioned, your sect-mates are actually considered to be very marriagable prospects, and Madam Jin was suggesting it would be improper for Jiang Yanli to be alone with Wei Wuxian, who is considered a potential prospect for her. Jiang Yanli’s assertion that Wei Wuxian is her didi stops the reasoning behind the suggestions of impropriety in its tracks. But that doesn’t mean she considers him literally adopted into her whole family tree, it’s not getting into that territory, it’s an interpersonal declaration between her and WWX. It also doesn’t then automatically mean that JC should see WWX as a brother in a literal adopted sense either, which I’ve seen some people argue lmao.

Plus, if Wei Wuxian were adopted, his name most likely should have changed and he should have the Jiang name; if MXTX had decided that WWX were actually adopted but kept his own name, then MXTX should have made a note about it, like she did with Madam Yu. It’s the kind of thing that’s like, you would expect it to be remarked on at least, like it should be lampshaded if nothing else.

So, yes a clan kind of would be an extended family usually, but I thiiink even in historical terms, the like retainers or generational servants would be considered as “belonging to” the Clan, since a Clan is also kind of a political organization as well socially speaking, especially if we’re talking about nobility or landed gentry, but not literally part of the family tree - main or otherwise.

Add to that, that in MDZS, MXTX plays around with clan & the idea of a cultivation collective/organization, so a clan functions both as a clan (family), clan (political), and clan (cultivation organization organized around the schools of cultivation established the founding families).

Maybe a good example? Think of Gusu Lan. They make very clear the distinction of “inner disciple” and “outer disciple.” They all belong to Gusu Lan, but “inner disciples” - i.e. members of the family tree who can trace their ancestry to Lan An, are differentiated from outer disciples, who are part of the clan, but that doesn’t make them adopted into the family tree. Lan Sizhui, who IS adopted into the family line/tree/lineage, has both the Lan name and the cloud-scroll forehead ribbon.

Wei Wuxian being adopted actually would have made things even more complicated for YMJ imo lmao, and I think YMJ/JC would have had to do more extreme stuff to buy back into being deemed “proper” or pious by society or by like, Confucian(?) standards after WWX went rogue, and also he’d have more social obligation to eradicate WWX and his work in order to like regain honor for the family & sect. If he’d been adopted, then YMJ would have been much more closely tied to WWX, and like WWX “defecting” already is still seen as partly YMJ’s responsibility/fault, either for like... idk not bringing him up right, or for cultivating a snake in their midst, and so it’d be their responsibility to “clean up their mess” so to speak. If WWX had been adopted, he might well have carried YMJ down with him too when he chose to defect, much like how the main branch of Qishan Wen carried the whole extended clan down with them.

#asks answered #Anonymous #not necessarily directed at u specifically but pls no more takes predicated on the assumption that wwx is adopted lmao.. he simply is Not #mdzs #mo dao zu shi #(but yeah the idea of like... you're responsible for your clan & that includes their sins & transgressions and so it's your responsibility #to like address that and right the wrongs sometimes by eradicating them yourself - that's like a way to show that you recognize what they're #doing is reprehensible and taking responsibility which like earns back some of the honor lost by your kinsman's transgressions #it's related to or stems from the idea of collective responsibility vs like individualistic responsibility and also how your kinsman's >#morality might reflect on yours. which like isn't a foreign concept to EN ppl cmon think about it. you judge ppl for their family too)#but yeah god no wei wuxian is not adopted and like. translating it as clan doesn't mean that either #it just means.. please widen your horizon of understanding of interpersonal structures beyond a nuclear family kind of structure #even European history which a lot of EN stuff is based on had these kinds of kinship structures or other close relations not based solely #on bloodlines

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punk-rock-unicorn · 2 years

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Unlikely Companionship

Fandom: POTC/POTC: Price of Freedom

Pairing: Cutler Beckett x OC

Summary: Cutler Beckett has been rescued by a mermaid of all things. Something otherworldly that is as beautiful as she is fierce. The fact she agreed to spend time with him as his wounds healed was just as good.

Warnings/additional tags: Implied/Referenced Child abuse, Mentions of Cannibalism, OC POV this time, Implied/Referenced suicide.

Part One

----------- "Sir!" A man in the boat called dressed in the blue outfit of the British Navy. A look that summoned up way too many memories but sometimes it was easier to stay in the sea. The sea was always home with its sweet call and the unfathomable dark waters. To swim with sharks and whales and all manner of sea creatures. Most ran from the merpeople in the drive to escape a powerful predator. For when manflesh was in short supply the flesh of fish would do. They were a carnivorous species after all. "To have a mermaid follow us would send the men into a frenzy!" The man continued with a smooth face and dark eyes full of fear.

Though every eye was on her including the molten silver of the man that had some destiny on the sea. A burning fire that was unfulfilled and calling. It itched at her and made her skin prickle. The man who she had saved opened his mouth to respond with furrowed eyebrows. Anger was obvious in his cheeks and his clenched fist. "Please bring me aboard," she whispered and held up one slim hand. The brewing conflict faded as all eyes turned to her. The men dressed in blue all tensed as they stared at her face. The supernatural beauty had them wanting to relax and submit to her wiles but instinct fought against it. Perhaps their military training helped strengthen their wills. Silver eyes flickered to a man dressed in all black. The one who had followed her without a moment's hesitation.

Loyalty to his employer first and foremost even as his craggy face never smiled. Dark eyes and tan skin behind a face almost formed of stone. "Mr. Mercer," the raspy voice of Cutler Beckett broke the lapping of the sea against the rowboat. The man moved to hold out a hand for her and she set her hand on the black sleeve of his jacket. The rough skin of his palm graced against her wet flesh as he lifted her into the rowboat. His own muscles tensed and he was stronger than he appeared as her fin began to clear the water. Though it had been months since she forced the fin to recede. Gone was the golden fin and instead slim flawless legs took its place.

Except in the pale golden light of the fire specks of gold ran up and down her legs. The sparkling of scales as she moved to sit next to the man she rescued. His breathing was ragged from the pain no doubt in his ribs. Her nudity was another divisive factor as half the men stared at her. Some in lust and some in infatuation. She almost missed the stare between Cutler and Mercer before a black coat was settled over her body. Her hands moved it over herself before a hand drifted to the wooden rowboat. Cassia found the row boat to be an odd situation to feel. Her fingers ran over the rough wood before a hand rested over her own. The warmth of the hand and the feel of skin on hers made her glance into liquid silver eyes. The ringing musical quality of destiny twirled around him. He was special and she wondered if her mother had felt the same when Alexander Morgan fell into her clutches. Resistant to the allure of a mermaid and polite enough to ask her for help.

She had heard the stories many times as she grew up betwixt sea and ship. His finger twinned in-between her own and her back relaxed. His face was drawn and dirty through pain but his eyes stayed sharp as silence settled around them. The ocean moved and the sharks ate among the dead of the destroyed ship. Until they had gone to the new ship that rested anchored nearby with a hustle and bustle of men. The blue coats slightly irritated her as the boat moved to join the bigger ship. Cutler Beckett was alive and mostly well to rejoin his people. She felt the urge to return to the sea as the boat was raised to attach. "Mr. Beckett," a gruff voice of an older man called with a contingent of men behind him.

Only two were dressed without the navy blue coat. She stood partly behind the man who held her hand. The black coat went to her knees as she pulled it more over herself. "Captain," his voice was rough as his legs shook from holding his weight. "I thank you for the speedy rescue. Is there any place I can rest from my wounds?" The man who had followed her directions to find his boss and gave her his coat stood at the other side blocking her from sight.

"Of course," the Captain called with a smile that did not reach his eyes. A tension rested amongst the crew suddenly but she knew she was not the issue. Or, at most, not the main issue to be talked about. Most knew exactly what she was if they did not want to outright say it. She knew from experience the further inland people went the less they believed in supposed myths. "Let my doctor look at your wounds and you may take my cabin before we reach Calabar," the captain said as his hand motioned to an older man behind him. The eyes of the captain landed on her with a question or refusal thick in the air. The superstition of a woman on board a ship was nothing new in this case. Though her father's crew had been a lot more understanding.

"She stays with me," Cutler Beckett barked out an order. Like his namesake it was a sharp one. Her eyes moved between the man she had saved and the captain. The navy all but buckled under the command and she tilted her head in interest. The brown locks falling over her shoulder as they dried in the crisp night air. It had been many phases of the moon since she had assumed the form of a human. Her legs shook from the feeling of having to remember to walk. "No one is allowed to threaten or harm her," he added as his hand tightened over her own. Possessive and protective over her as Mercer crossed his arms over his chest. As if daring them to refute his boss's order. She wondered more on who exactly Cutler Beckett was besides the destiny he held in the sea.

"As you say, sir," the Captain said with a dip to his head. It was interesting to watch but she followed the man as he limped slowly to the captain's cabin with as much grace as possible. Her and Mercer followed as the night sky twinkled above them before they left the ship for the cabin. A table, bookshelf, map, and bed sat in the spacious cabin. The old man followed as well but she took her place to look over the bookshelf. Her fingers ran over the spines of many different books in obvious interest. Her eyes moved to track the old man as he helped Cutler remove the dirty clothes he was in.

The purple bruising on his chest only highlighted the old scars over his skin. Some were scars she had seen many times before. Slices and stabs with sharp implements. Her eyes caught the cold face of Mercer as he rested his back against the desk watching the doctor work. "You must take the time to rest, Mr. Beckett," the raspy voice of the old doctor said to him. "Your wounds will need to heal but you should come out just fine. I'll have the galley bring you up food to nourish you." She watched the doctor leave as he shot her a stare. His eyes resting on the golden scales on her legs or perhaps her obvious nudity under the jacket.

"Leave us," Beckett ordered sharply to the man who had followed her directions. To save a man stuck on water and on the precipice of death. Molten silver eyes and brown hair rested in his eyes. Tiredness and pain broke up his face in an unpleasant expression as she stepped closer. The rocking of the boat took some time for her to get her sea legs. To get used to her legs instead of her fin was another issue. "Are you hungry?" He asked and she tilted her head in curiosity. His tone of voice seemed lighter than the sharp order he gave previously.

"And if I wanted to eat one of the crew?" She asked in a tease as she stepped closer to his sitting form. The black jacket still around her smelled of sweat and gunpowder. It was uncomfortable but she was sure he would not appreciate her walking around without garments. Humans and their odd desire for modesty. She watched his face twist in some form of a smile and a chuckle slipped past chapped lips. Before he twitched in obvious pain.

"As long as you do not eat the cook," he whispered as he leaned back. "Perhaps the cabin boy?" Her eyes lit up in obvious humor at his joke. This man was different from other humans she had met. Not categorized like many others had been. Pirate men and Navy personnel were almost similar in how they treated the mermaids. She had been used to the almost expected lust of the men. It was his resistance to his baser nature that drew her attention. The twitch of pain and his hand on his chest had her pushing him back to relax against the bed. A suggestion he followed with barely any resistance. "Can you eat the food of a human?" He asked and she smiled at him.

"Of course I can," she whispered with a faint chuckle as her body sat on the cot next to him. The prickle of facial hair tickled her palm as she caressed him. "It is just easier to feed on raw flesh and fish," she explained as she watched him lean into her touch. The fire in his being fluttering under the surface as something drew her interest. The feel of destiny and difference drawing her interest. He was different. That was what she decided he was. Different. Strong of will and intelligent which was very familiar. Almost nostalgic. Silver eyes hid behind his eyelashes as her fingers ran through the brown hair.

He was young but not close to a young lad with no sense. A man in his prime and filled with strength. Green eyes lightened at seeing a scar near his shoulder. A slice that was raised from a weapon made of jagged metal. Or slightly blunted. Cassia's eyes turned sad at the look of such a thing as her finger caressed the raised skin. His hand wrapped around her own as his eyes shot open to look at her. His eyes were tense and so was the tight grip on her hand until his eyes lessened from the sharp defensive look at seeing her. The fact he avoided looking at her body should not have been as adorable as it was. "Apologies, my lady," he whispered as the hand tightening around her fingers shifted to pull it to his lips.

"So much pain," she whispered as she relaxed into the feel of his lips on her hand. The heat of the cabin was almost uncomfortable along with the jacket but her hair only covered so much. Humans and their desire for modesty would always surprise her. But they did not need sea water to survive or the animalistic nature of the mermaids. "You still dream of it?" She asked him and his eyes flicked to her as he ran her hand over his cheek. The affectionate touch was relaxing and intriguing as she watched him. Fire and destiny coiled behind silver eyes and pale skin.

"Why do the legends never speak of the perceptive gaze of mermaids?" He asked instead in obvious deflection though he answered her either way. An answer without a verbal statement was still one. Horrible dreams tainted by memories of pain inflicted in life. Did that change the man in front of her? A lust for more infused him and a desire for...her thoughts were cut off by a clearing of a throat. Green-blue graced upon a young lad holding a tray with the powdered wigs of the British on his head. Another fashion or trapping of vanity she never understood.

The silver eyes of her sailor sharpened on the man as he dropped her hand. The smell of cooked food wafted from the tray. "I did not say you could enter," the man on the bed snapped out as he moved to sit. His teeth gritted in his irritation and pain as she stayed on the side of the bed next to him. Her body was mostly covered though the gold scales dancing down her legs were obvious in the flickering lantern. The boy's eyes could not help but be drawn to her in obvious attraction. The allure of a mermaid was strong which made the man laying next to her all the more intriguing. Not many had the strength of will to refuse or to resist their more animalistic nature to claim.

"I-I am sorry, sir," the boy called out and she saw the tray almost shake in his hands. "The medic ordered me to deliver it post haste." The form of the rescued sailor motioned to the table with a sharp gesture. A dismissal in his every action though the boy stared too long at her half naked form. Cutler Beckett's hands tightened as did the clench in his jaw. Her gaze was only on the anger in the man's emotions as two fingers ran down the slight prickle of facial hair on his chin. Silver eyes met her own as he surrendered into her ministrations as the anger relaxed from his body.

The sound of boots on wood had the man's gaze slipping to the boy still in the cabin. The feel of his stare was obvious even as she did not look. "Leave, boy," Cutler Beckett ordered sharply and the cloudy gaze of the lad cleared to show fear. She watched him all but flee the cabin with a slight smile on her lips. "Perhaps I should let you eat the cabin boy after all," he whispered close to her ear and she chuckled slightly before slipping from the bed. Her body dancing from the half hearted attempt to keep her near. His eyes watched her as she grabbed a bowl before giving a tentative sniff. It did not smell bad before stepping back to the bed.

"You need to eat, Cutler," she whispered with a smile as she sat next to him. "Why do they fear you so?" He did not answer for a couple moments as he took to her advice and ate some of the food slowly. Silver eyes met her own as his back rested against the wood of the ship. Bruised, scarred, and unyielding is what he reminded her of. A reminder of her father was obvious in his bearing though they were different. As if the sun was compared to the moon. Alexander Morgan had been warm and gregarious though blessed with a sharp wit. This man was different in so many ways though similar.

"I am the Governor of Calabar for the East India Trading company," he answered finally and she backed out of fond memories. The water and sun as she danced upon her father's ship with her mother in tow. The laughter of the crew dancing with the waves of the sea and the streaks of heat. The East India Trading Company was well known even to her. She tilted her head curiously but kept her mouth shut to a firm line. "Do you know what that is?" He asked and her hair moved in her nod. Brown hair with streaks of red and blonde shined in the light as much as her scales. But the flag with their symbol was more known to her as well as the sound of their cannonballs.

"The pirates fear you," she answered, but a whisper and another deep laugh left the man laying on the bed. The pain from the action had him gasping at the end but she saw his face alight in obvious joy and amusement. As her fingers soothed him he laid back against the wood in exhaustion. As if the wind in sails died down to nothing. His eyes dulled with the pained exhaustion and she watched him with only concern.

"As they should," his voice answered in a sleepy, breathy whisper. His body moved to ease into sleep as she took the bowl from him. Food and rest was the only thing to heal his bruised or broken ribs. "One day I will destroy piracy," his voice added in sleepy whispers and she watched him fall into the grip of sleep. The ship moved ever onward and she moved to curl next to him. His heart beat into her ear in a soothing rhythm that was its own music as she drifted off. Staying awake with him for so long exhausted her more than she considered. Even if it was too warm on this ship in the guise of humanity she drifted softly to sleep.

The sun trickled through the windows to the cabin as the ship creaked and groaned. She was alone on the bed with the black jacket pulled as a blanket around her. Bleary eyes looked at the man who slowly pulled a razor through the small amount of facial hair on his chin. The brown hair was cut short to his head and drifted lazily in the air as the open window drifted in the smell of seawater. It smelled of home as she sat up on the bed to watch his hands move with rhythmic motions. The scrape of the razor washed away as she observed him. His back was to her and the scars of his past covered his skin as his mind drifted away. She could see it in his every action as his eyes faded to the cloudy grey of his own thoughts. As she stepped towards him his eyes brightened into cognizance as he met her through the mirror. "How was your sleep, Cassia?" He asked her as he washed off the remainder of soap.

"It is always odd to sleep as a human," she answered honestly and looked out the open window to stare at the sea. Her heart called for it but she knew her limit. How long she could stay on her legs and on land. Being on a ship helped stave off the magic that forced her back into the sea. "I have done it before on my father's ship," she added in a murmur at the recollection as she observed him slowly clean himself. Before he pulled the white shirt over his bruises with the slow movements of obvious pain. Nothing at all like the clothes she had once seen for they were more fashionable. She did not attempt to help and smiled softly at him as he sat at the desk. The powdered wig on the desk seemed to be the next step in him taking on the trappings of his life. Soon their small connection would fade as they each went back into their roles.

"You mentioned your father before," he said as his eyes looked at her, stepping close to him. Her fingers dragged over the smooth wood of the desk as she glided closer to the man. Her heart ached at the fact she would need to leave him very soon. "What was his name? Where was he from?" He asked her as he held out a hand. A hand that was calloused from training she reckoned as her hand softly touched his own. The image of the flash of steel and the smell of gunpowder entered her nose. These hands were trained to deal death, she realized.

"Alexander Morgan," she answered as her green-blue eyes took in the action of his hands cupping her smaller hand in between both of his. Warmth and curiosity filled the both of them she supposed as they danced around the obvious issue. Or the attraction settling in. For all men were attracted to a mermaid but he did not let it control him. That drew her own interest but he had asked another question attempting to learn who she was. "He had been born in Port Royale I believe," she added softly in a whisper as she traced his own movements. "I had never been to the land of my father."

"A colony of the British Crown," he said as he pulled her hand to his lips in an echo of the night before. Until they had been rudely interrupted by the cabin boy. Her eyes slipped shut at the feel of his lips gracing the inside of her palm. It was not an unwelcome feeling and she found herself itching more for this intimacy. He moved his mouth away from her skin and she buried the urge to seek out more from him. "No other family?" He asked and she shook her head in answer.

"We do not consider family in the same way as humans do," she responded as she thought back to the other mermaids. Emotional attachment was folly even if some hunted together. Much like the sharks they attacked, maternal feelings only took them so far. "Do you have any other family in your heart?" She asked him instead and he paused as her fingers ran over the now smooth skin of his cheeks. She found she missed the more disheveled feeling of the prickle of facial hair.

"A sister is the only one I had cared for," he stated simply with a tone to try and block the feelings. An empty well of sorrow in his every word. "A mother as well. Both died from the mistreatment of my father. I find myself almost feeling empty now. I cannot summon enough emotion to cry for my sister." Perhaps the whispered confession would have been concerning among the humans but for her it was a statement she felt as well. Outliers and alone in this world.

"Sometimes death is its own freedom from pain, Cutler," her voice responded softly and he stared up at her. Grey eyes turning silver as his thoughts were unknown to her. Cold and aloof in his own way she could see the cracks forming in his being. He was different from other humans or at least unique that she had only met once or twice before in her life. His lips moved into a smile as her other hand joined the other to rest against his cheeks. The urge in her chest was uncontrollable as she moved her thumbs over his cheekbones.

"Is that what your mother said?" He asked and her smile turned sad at the piercing statement. He had cut to the heart of the matter quickly and she could not refuse it. Even if the question hurt a part of her it was an old wound. Rough fingers wrapped around her wrists and she felt his skin tense in preparation to pull her away. Instinct or some other ephemeral feeling made her move to seal her lips to his. He tensed under her ministrations but did not pull away. His lips moved to answer in kind and perhaps her inexperience was shown but she was a quick learner. He deepened the kiss by pulling her closer and running his tongue over the seam to her lips. They both groaned into the kiss and pulled back to share a breath. "Graced with a kiss from a mermaid," he whispered with red lips. "I hear that grants the ability to breathe underwater."

"That is just a myth," she answered with a teasing grin. His own lips quirked into a smirk but before he could answer a powerful knock distracted him. A sigh left him as he dropped her wrists and picked up the wig to cover the brown hair. Silver eyes watched her with a mix of lust and obvious interest. It felt irritating that they kept getting interrupted. "Are you sure I cannot eat some of the crew?" She asked and the man released a painful laugh as his hands picked up a slick black cane.

"Do not tempt me to acquiesce to all of your desires, my dear."

#cutler beckett x oc #fanfic #pirates of the caribbean #mermaid #Cutler Beckett #It's a story now #So glad for inspiration

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thecommodoreslover · 2 years

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Hi, just a warning that admiral-and-mrs-norrington lady has been known to act lowkey and highkey racist as well as calling covid a hoax. Idk how far back it is but if you look at her blog you can see her linking to steven crowder and shit

Hey anon, thanks for bringing this to my attention. I was not able to find the racist stuff but after some of the things they posted about Covid being a hoax, I have decided to unfollow and block that account.

I know I am but a tiny fish in the ocean that is the POTC fandom, but after two long years of a pandemic, I’m just done. While I’ve been lucky in the fact that no one close to me has died because of Covid, I have not been one of those lucky enough to be able to work from home. I’ve had to work for this entire time, hearing about my coworkers brutal experiences with the virus. Not doing a basic thing like wearing a mask or getting a vaccine feels very stupid to me, and is putting my life and my friends lives at risk.

I will not tolerate anti-mask and anti-vax opinions from a fandom that I have held near and dear to my heart for so long. If you are part of POTC fandom and don’t believe Covid is real, please unfollow me now.

#pirates of the caribbean #personal post #covid19 #covid vaccine #please get vaxxed

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imagopirateversion · 11 days

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bringing the potc fandom back one meme at a time #11

#bringing the potc fandom back #pirates of the caribbean #potc #hector barbossa #jack sparrow #elizabeth swann

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imagopersonal · 18 days

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Save me underappreciated age inappropriate insane character from a franchise dead a decade ago save me

bringing the potc fandom back one meme at a time #1

#bringing the potc fandom back #i see you the same three person who like all my barbossa posts #i love you #potc #pirates of the caribbean #barbossa #hector barbossa

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little-smartass · 3 years

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20 Questions: Writer’s Edition

tagged by the wonderful @dotsayers

answers under the cut!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

29 if you combine both pseuds

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

oh god you are asking me to do maths at this time of the morning??? the total comes to 280,707 (holy shit)

3. How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

I have written for the untamed, vampire chronicles, les mis, star trek, discworld and xmen on ao3, and on The Site Which Must Not Be Named I posted fic for the edge chronicles, harry potter, and teen titans. I also posted edge chronicles and teen titans and beyblade fics on dA and various forums back in the day.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

All In at 1636 kudos

Into The Open Air at 335 kudos

Where There's A Will, There's A Road at 249 kudos

The Slow Path at 207 kudos

Of the Gold-Clad Behinds of Patricians at 177

5. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

I don't really do angsty endings, because I'm baby, but the les trekkables fic you have and always will be ends with R dying (though as it's a star trek crossover you know Enjolras will figure out how to bring him back), and Soulmate Words and Solemn Promises is pretty sad but I'd say more bittersweet than angsty?

6. What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

oh boy, I'm gonna have to say All In - I am honestly very proud of the epilogue, sometimes I reread it when I want to be emotionally devastated in a good way l m a o

7. Do you write crossovers? If so, what is the craziest one you’ve written?

I do! difficult to say the craziest, as I feel like that's a matter of opinion, but I've written the aforementioned les trekkables with @dotsayers, as well as our dearly beloved but never published wondrous les hogwables (les mis/harry potter). @xaviersass and I workshopped about a million crossover AUs, including but not limited to xmen/grease, xmen/mr&mrs smith, xmen/suits, xmen/austen, xmen/potc, xmen/frozen, xmen/titanic, xmen/love punch, xmen/RED, xmen/aristocats, xmen/friends, and last but certainly not least, xmen/scooby doo :)

8. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

uhhh no. I would maybe be open to writing it, but not on my own askjdldsjkg it is too easy to make me cringe I would simply wimp out.

9. Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

I only respond to comments if the commenter asks a specific question I feel needs answering. why? I guess because I don't really expect authors to respond to me when I leave comments, I see it as more like the tag system on tumblr - a sort of passive feedback-like interaction?

10. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

yes, but only from that one asshole troll who was surfing the vc side of ao3 for a while

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

uhhh not that I know of?

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

mmm not that I can think of

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

yep! I've co-written with @dotsayers on several les mis pieces, both published and not, as well as co-written with @xaviersass on some unpublished xmen stuff, and @spicyshimmy-blog on All In. I am currently co-writing with @ellethinthewoods on our MONSTER of an untamed AU. I really really enjoy co-writing!!!

14. What’s your all time favourite ship to write for?

oh man, uh... that's a tough one. I don't feel like I can really give a definitive answer, as whichever ship is my current obsession will always feel like my favourite haha! though kirk/spock was definitely good fun, and I really enjoyed writing nieyao in Where There's A Will, There's A Road

15. What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

hmmm. there will always be a place in my heart for les hogwables ngl, as well as the fireman azazel AU, but I am legit gutted I never finished the human!loustat fic... maybe one day, when that hyperfixation inevitably rears its head again ;_;

16. What are your writing strengths?

I find dialogue very easy to churn out, and I have been told that I have a very cinematic style of describing scenes, but I think my biggest strength is my STUBBORNNESS when I decide I am going to finish a fic, and I am good at sticking to writing deadlines

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

oh boy, I would say action sequences, and also REMEMBERING TO DESCRIBE THE CHARACTER'S SURROUNDINGS. I tend to intensely focus on the characters and their interactions and that can often really bog the plot down... if there even is a plot...

18. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

I've thrown in bits and pieces of french in VC fics, but I'm not really confident in any other languages to do full dialogue without a native speaker advising me

19. What was the first fandom you wrote for?

ahhhh BEYBLADE my beloved

20. What’s your favourite fic you’ve written?

oh hmmm, tough one. All In is definitely up there, as is The Slow Path, but honestly I will go back and reread One Week, Things That You Can't Say Tomorrow Day, and Balance all the time if I want cheering up. the as yet unnamed absolute sprawling behemoth of an untamed AU is absolutely gonna be my fave once it's done tho.

tagging @guqin-and-flute, @adorablecrab, @justkeeptrekkin, and @vraik + @goth-mabel, if they fancy doing this!

#irl #THANKS FOR THE TAG ROSIE <3 #this was fun #about me

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honeymoonjin · 3 years

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Content Creator Year in Review!

now that i have finally escaped the labyrinthine 2020 i may as well go sappy for a lil bit and chat about my creations i suppooooosee.... thank you very much to the thoughtful @ttttaehyungie @kkulfm-writing @flurrys-creativity and @nightowls388 for tagging me in this xx

first creation and most recent creation of 2020: my first creation of 2020 was my most recent creation is strawberry lemonade, which i wrote for a sapphic fic fest on twitter

one of your favorite creations from 2020: i didn’t write many oneshots, but i have a soft spot for florezco. i love writing gentle, passionate characters, and the jimin in florezco is the epitome of that. researching it was so much fun too, and i have nothing but fond memories.

a creation you’re really proud of: honestly, love is the warmest colour is one of my personal achievements because all the things the mc is struggling with, i was really having a hard time with when i was writing it. i poured a lot of my heart into this and it helped me process things for myself a little.

a creation that took you forever: definitely tgm. i guess it’s kinda cheating bc it’s a longform series but i feel like if i finished it all the way it would end up taking like 2 years fkjdsfksddjfsk in terms of oneshots, strawberry lemonade took a long time. i was so rusty that sometimes it felt like pulling teeth to get words on the page. i’m so happy i powered through though.

a creation from 2020 that received the most notes: technically my most popular 2020 post is the tgm masterlist. out of curiosity, i added all the notes for the masterlist and each chapter and bonus content (since the whole thing was written in 2020) and it’s over 27k notes isn’t that BONKERS ? tgm also currently has over 60k hits on ao3. i had never expected to even get 1k notes when i first started out in march of 2020. wow, even just working this out now makes me feel even more grateful for this lil community we fostered together and i promise i’m working really hard right now to try and find a way to bring it back <3

a creation you think deserved more notes: because i had a lot of direct interaction with tgm (asks, reblogs, discord) i had the luxury of no longer paying attention to notes. i know everyone preaches (and i have too) about how notes don’t matter but they kinda do, in terms of feeling like your hard work is being received with warmth. i do wish strawberry lemonade would get more notes but i’m unsurprised since it’s not the usual fic you’d find here, and i was inactive for so long. i know it’ll take time to build a regularly interacting community again like i had with tgm.

a new fandom you joined and a creation you made for it: ...crickets

a creation you made that breaks your heart: tgm. always tgm. i feel so unsatisfied with myself for not finishing it. i miss the days i was updating weekly like crazy. isn’t it weird that i could update a 10k chapter each week while working and being in uni, but now i’m graduated and unemployed and i spend a whole day on 1k? fksdjfkds madness luv

a ‘simple’ creation that you really love: honestly, i really loved making the tgm bonus contents. the social dummy app is a lot of fun and it was nice getting to kinda play in that world without having to pay attention to the grand arcs of the plot and stuff.

a creation that was inspired by another one: almost all of my oneshots have been inspired by the art style of ghibli movies. it’s that magical realism, the wonderful mixed in with the ordinary, the love given to the smallest of details. whenever i write, i’m picturing my story in that aesthetic.

a favorite creation created by someone else: this is so hard trying to choose just one but it’ll have to be The Songbird and the Sea by maia_archives. this fic is literally so good that it is now PUBLISHED (or at least available as a fiction ebook w name changes i believe) and there is even a sequel which i haven’t gotten too yet bc i’m putting off rereading the first one as long as possible so that it feels like the first time again THATS how much i adore this fic. i don’t think i’ve read any piece of fiction better executed than this. it literally does every genre better than anyone. it does the pirate au better than potc, it does slowburn better than pride and prejudice, it does worldbuilding better than jules verne, i cannot praise it enough.

some of your favorite content creators from the year: on the home soil: my best girls @dreamyhan @hongism @baekhyyun @wintertae @sope-and-shine @ironicarmy @minjoonalist and my absolute role model @joopiterjoon (i’m sorry for not putting down more, i really have not read on tumblr at all this year) on ao3: annie_vi, Arobeebee, GinForInk, minverse, SugarAndMint, Lilithgirl, moonflower1306, tendershipping, Only_A_Fangirl, maia_archives, elle_O_moonchild, jjks, spudcity

and for good measure, another couple more creations of yours that you love: my guy if i actually posted more things in 2020 maybe i could list them here

tagging: the people i have tagged above, as well as anyone who sees this and wishes to do it! please tag me so i can read about your marvelous creations ;;-;

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hatilead · 3 years

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In regards to Willem van der Decken and his version of the Flying Dutchman, and more specifically his ‘curse’ ;

There really isn’t a curse on him, nor on the vessel. At least, not like in the way we’re used to from the POTC fandom. Willem isn’t really cursed for the reason that there is no way of reversing what happened to him. He made deals, fair and square; he sold pieces of his own soul for favorable winds and a fair sea.

He wasn’t lead astray by anything other than his desire to sail. For the ocean had always been far kinder to him than any men, or the land itself had ever been; he wasn’t tricked. He knew the rules of the game he had been playing from the start. The only thing is that he might have held on a little longer on being mortal had he not sailed on Easter. Him leaving port on that day was the reason for everything being set in motion, the final decision which would bring him down to his knees.

The Flying Dutchman isn’t under an obligation in his timeline, nor is he. There is no higher power pulling his strings, no deity to which he needs to bow down. For all intents and purposes, Willem is free to do whatever the hell he pleases. He just can’t set foot on land, nor can he come close to a shore; he and the ship are basically in limbo for the rest of eternity.

But Mani, does that that make him a more laid back, carefree version of Davy Jones then? Yes and no. Willem absolutely has his issues, the man sold his soul bit by bit after all. He is absolutely a troubled man with vigorous anger issues who’s fully aware of his own immortality and isn’t afraid to use this to his own advantage. However, he’s driven by totally different things than Jones is; for him, the sea was nothing but an escape from a cruel and down putting life. To him, being on the sea was worth selling his soul for. He will protect this / he will protect the waters for which he basically threw himself and his crew into damnation.

Willem van der Decken doesn’t need saving. Willem van der Decken isn’t under any curse which needs to be broken; this man was fully aware of what he was doing. But forever is an awfully long time, especially when he’s still mainly at war with himself.

#vi. COBBLESTONE MEMORY ( willem vd decken : headcanon )#catch me fighting potc lore on the daily !#i. LEAVE A MESSAGE AT THE BEEP ( queue. )

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milfmacbeth · 3 years

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hello i am first-only but tumblr rawdogged my main during purge times so this is technically a side blog even tho i cant access the main :) anyway, a quick barrage of fandom related get-to-know-you asks because thats why we're here: what would you say is your all time otp that has a special place in your heart? what ship/character was the focus of the best (or most special to you) fic youve ever read (and which is that 👀)? do you still ship your first fandom ship? whats the hardest tumblr has screwed up your experience - of fandom or just.. the site itself being a Mess? (ok that last one might be thematic lkfhjs)

hi!! <3

first of all, have an F in the chat for your blog. this our home truly deserves the title of hellsite.

thanks for all the questions! (this is going to be long, rambly, and slightly horny)

what would you say is your all time otp that has a special place in your heart?

all time otp? not sure i'm ready for that kind of commitment. currently eating my brain? jonelias from the magnus archives.

it's one of those unhealthy and fucked up beyond measure ships, rife with power dynamics and manipulation (you know, the good shit), and it's got so much potential (potential that was utterly wasted by canon, mind you). if you're familiar with hannibal, it's a very similar dynamic to hannigram (and by 'very similar' i mean the venn diagram is a fucking circle except the 'feeding on people' part is not quite so literal).

elias is a manipulative bastard who's pulling all the strings but jon is practically a demigod and that makes for such an interesting power dynamic! and not to be an eliasfucker on main, but (spoiler) i would absolutely, willingly let him use me to bring about the apocalypse. rip to jon but i'm different. couple that with the fact that i have a huge voice kink and both jon and elias have excellent voices, and you've got yourself a ship i'll be screaming about for quite some time.

what ship/character was the focus of the best (or most special to you) fic youve ever read (and which is that 👀)?

i have read so many good fics but the one that comes to mind is find your way by moonlight by blackkat (link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/11737710/chapters/26449809)

it's a naruto vampire au (which might not sound like High Literature but hey, we're here to have a fun time, not a pretentious time). it's fairly obito-centric, has some excellent world-building, some very good smut, the perfect mix of fluff and angst, and it's funny. (it's also abandoned, which i'm sad about but i'll get over it)

one of the main reasons why i like it though, is that it has kept me reading. what you need to know about me is that i have the attention span of a drunk toddler. one shots are my friend and even though i pick up 1000 page doorstoppers on the regular, i'm a slow reader and i genuinely dread reading fic that's longer than maybe 30k. so for me to devour this 135k monstrosity in a weekend is some black magic fuckery and i don't know how i did it but i'm glad i did.

do you still ship your first fandom ship?

yes.

i don't even know what my first fandom was, so i'm going to go with the first piece of media i remember getting well and truly obsessed with: pirates of the caribbean. first ship (of many) was elizabeth swann/jack sparrow. i was like twelve and i didn't ship it in the go-look-up-fic-and-art fandom sense (i barely even knew what fandom was back then) but i did ship it in the fantasize-about-it-an-unhealthy-amount sense. i like it to this day and that one scene in dead man's chest where she kisses him to distract him from being handcuffed to the mast so he can't escape the kraken, after which he smirks and lovingly hisses "pirate" Awakened something in me that has yet to go to sleep. in conclusion, it is the year of our lord 2021 and i'm still potc trash, a franchise that hasn't been good in 14 years.

whats the hardest tumblr has screwed up your experience - of fandom or just.. the site itself being a Mess?

i'm pretty sure being on tumblr has given me irreparable brain damage. apart from discourse, my behated, i think the sheer awareness of fandom as a thing has soured some experiences. what i mean is that fandom is an option, not a necessity. you can watch a movie, have fun for 2h, and then never think about it again. you can just casually like things without posting about them all day every day. i guess i'm trying to remind myself of that.

other than that, the worst (best?) thing tumblr did to my fandom experience is give me a massive inferiority complex because everyone is on here writing eloquent literature analysis essays about themes and symbolism whereas i'm just like: there are characters... some of them are hot... some of them are important...

(tagging you just in case @first-only)

#holy fuck this got long #thank you so much for asking!!

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