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bemusedlybespectacled · 8 months

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Thoughts on Steddyhands because I’m at full Pepe Silvia levels of conspiracy thinking right now:

I’m more willing to believe in Steddyhands becoming canon than I think I ever have been before because of the comments both Rhys and Con made at various cons PLUS the teaser

HEAR ME OUT

This is a cast with IMO an unusually high awareness of fan theories/shipping (that goes double for Con “my instagram is just fanart” O’Neill), so Stizzy/Steddyhands has to be something they’re aware of.

Moreover, while cons are less edited/monitored than a magazine article or something, there is still usually a certain amount of prep that goes into them. And while Con is willing to spread shipping chaos, I don’t get the sense that Rhys is.

So for both Con AND Rhys to make Stizzy-bait comments (“he looked good at the end of my sword”/“hunky”) HAS to have had, obviously not scripting, but forethought attached to it. Like, Rhys could have very easily said “Stede only has eyes for Ed” or similar and it would be perfectly fine. That he DIDN’T makes me SUSPICIOUS, especially in light of the teaser.

Then comes the Vanity Fair first look, which IS going to be edited in a way that a con isn’t. And let’s look at what it says:

Izzy “goes on a remarkable journey” this season, says O’Neill. “He understands what love is and whom he’s in love with.’’

By the end of season one many fans speculated that Izzy was driven by something at the intersection of love and obsession. This season, according to O’Neill, Izzy gets even deeper into that dynamic. “Physically it’s been quite demanding, and also emotionally it’s been quite demanding to be playing a man enraged by unrequited love, who’s basically a hopeless romantic, and to be able to play all that and also remember that this is fundamentally a comedy.’’

“What I love about this show is it does allow itself to swing between the two,” O’Neill says. “We’re almost operatic in our darkness at times, and then we swing back to the sweetness of the simplicity of the love of our two guys. It’s been challenging just to get the tone right.”

“We’ve gone further this season than we did last season with those tones,” he continues. “So sometimes it’s quite interesting to remind yourself that you have to take your foot out of the tragedy—literally, your foot—and put it back into the comedy.”

on set there’s been “a lot more spontaneity and script revisions based on what’s happening day-to-day,” says Douaihy. “The cast are so comfortable with one another and their characters, that they move through it naturally.’’

In the trailer, we see:

Stede getting in a fight with someone not Izzy, then getting excited and telling Izzy he threw a punch (which to me only makes sense if Izzy taught him to do it)

Stede just hanging out while Izzy practices swordplay shirtless COME ON

Now, let’s play some matchup.

Both Rhys and Con have an awareness of their characters that lets them just get spontaneous while still in character

Both Rhys and Con have, while speaking from what their characters would say/think, said they both thought the other was hot

Con does not specify “whom [Izzy’s] in love with” even though Vanity Fair literally makes a comment about Izzy’s love for Ed, so it’s not like he’s hiding anything important by not specifying Ed if he means Ed

Izzy’s a “hopeless romantic” “enraged by unrequited love” this season

SO, connecting the dots (I’M CONNECTING THEM), here’s my prediction:

Izzy is going to find Stede and try to get him to Ed. This is the “journey” Con is referencing.

During this time he’s going to be training Stede in stuff like throwing a punch. I think this is actually the emotional journey, not simply him hanging out on Ed’s ship and realizing he loves Ed: he leaves Ed and finds Stede and emotionally grows while spending time with him. (I think this also means Izzy is going to spend more time with Stede, plot-wise, than with Ed, because he’s not going to grow there)

“I just need to find the love of his life and it’ll fix him” is a very hopeless romantic thing to think JSYK

Izzy is standing on one foot in the candles scene, which to me means that “taking your literal foot out of the tragedy and into the comedy” is referencing his toe and sword fighting while disabled… which Stede is present for. So Stede has to know what Ed did to Izzy and almost certainly is going to have feelings about it.

All of that is great fodder for improv while in character.

I can think of nothing more emotionally swinging, more romantic, more enraging, and more funny than Izzy training his rival to be a pirate in pursuit of Ed’s love and then falling for Stede himself in the process, knowing that if they get together he has neither of them.

I will note that this doesn’t mean Steddyhands has to be endgame in a canonical sense (even though I want it with all my soul). I do think that Steddyhands will be referenced/built on in an emotional sense, even if it’s only through Stede and Izzy’s bitch4bitch interactions. I WANT TO BELIEVE.

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run-me-through-but-not-like-that · 2 years

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since it's (vaguely close to) spooky season, how about some mythical creature characters :D kraken!ed and/or siren!izzy with a human reader :33

(I'd also include stede if it weren't for the fact that idk what to make him be tbh lol)

Took a while for me to decide where to go with this but here's the reader meeting Siren!Izzy. Siren/Kraken!Ed may make appearances in future parts if anyone is interested in that.

Read Here or on Ao3:

Here Be Sirens:

Night watch was never really a duty that bothered you, you enjoyed the quiet, the peace. Watches were usually uneventful, you had never personally spotted a ship approaching or any other sort of threat. Instead you would spend your hours admiring the clear skies, counting the stars, making out their arrangements, staring out at the inky waters and the way the sky reflected in them.

Tonight was different. You couldn’t quite put your finger on it but it was different. The moon hung full and high in the sky. On a full moon, normally Buttons would be up on the deck, basking in the moonglow, but he had muttered something ominous to you before heading below deck, assuring you he would protect the ship against supernatural forces. Normally his ramblings didn’t bother you, this time it made you shiver.

Fog rolled low over the water, making the Revenge feel suspended in the water, far away from any other ships. Somehow held in its own little plain of existence. It was silent, the only light coming from the lit lanterns on the deck and the moonglow.

Something about tonight was different, it had you pacing the quarterdeck rather than enjoying the peace. Like you were just waiting for something to happen, for Buttons’ words to finally make sense. You weren’t one of the more superstitious members of the crew, you didn’t think a sea witch had cursed the ship or that the Kraken would rise out of the inky depths, but you were waiting for…something…

Your pacing halted at the sound of a voice, something distant and low, yet it wrapped around you. A beautiful low tenor, singing.

Where your heart had been racing with anxiety, you began to relax. The voice soothing despite being unfamiliar. Nobody aboard the ship had a voice like that, not that you could recall, and they were singing in a language you couldn’t understand. A language you hadn’t heard before at all.

The voice felt closer after a still moment, more present, and you found yourself following it. Down the steps from the quarterdeck and along the deck until you found the source.

Your breath caught in your throat at the sight, an unfamiliar silhouette illuminated by the full moon. They were perched on the railing of the ship, their back to you, singing in a near hypnotic way. You wanted to speak, to call out, but couldn’t find the words.

Rationally, you should go and inform the crew that there was somebody aboard, you should at least go to alert the captain, but those thoughts didn’t even cross your mind. You just wanted to listen, just wanted to get closer.

Your feet were carrying you towards the figure before you even realised you were moving. The sound of your footsteps caught the being’s attention but they didn’t seem to startle them, they simply looked back at you over their shoulder.

Your movements faltered for a moment before you continued your path across the deck, his gaze on you making time slow down. As you got closer, you became aware of more of the details of the silhouette.

He was shirtless, a strange texture starting at his waist but you couldn’t make it out yet. His greying hair was slicked back with sea water, his goatee still a little damp. A small tattoo placed under his eye, a cross or maybe a star.

As you approached, he continued to sing, the unfamiliar language beginning to morph into one you understood. The words seductive and alluring, making your skin tingle.

Once you were closer, only a few feet away, you could see him properly, the depth of his eyes. The strange texture you had noticed trailed down into a strong shark-like tail. He had twisted his body towards you, his broad chest on display, the gills against his ribs on show.

You weren’t a superstitious member of the crew but you knew the stories. The tales of sirens, luring sailors to their deaths.

Still, you approached until you stood before the creature, still unable to find words, staring in awe. The siren smirked as he continued to sing, lower now, letting you catch just a quick glimpse of razor-like teeth.

The being lent towards you and you didn’t even lean away, trying to commit his visage to memory. He didn’t flinch away when you cautiously lifted your hand, caressing his cheek with featherlight touches, thumb brushing over the little inky star on his cheek.

“You’re real?” the words left you breathily, finally managing to form and get past your throat. The creature stilled but continued his song, his gaze hardening slightly, pressing his cheek into your palm. “I’ve heard stories…I’m awake, right? I didn’t fall asleep on duty…you’re real,” you continued, sounding like you were beginning to come to your senses.

This time the siren paused completely, his song halting, jerking back to put some distance between the two of you.

“Wait!” you stepped forward, reaching for him but letting your hand hover in the air when you thought better of touching him again. He had pulled away from your touch, you wouldn’t push.

He sat on the railing, frozen, watching you. Hands clutching at the damp wood, digging his nails in, ready to launch himself back into the waters below and make his escape.

“Buttons knew…that what all his weird chanting was before…he knew you were coming,” you muttered, more to yourself than anything, “that’s why he was ‘protecting’ the ship.”

The siren seemed to understand what you were saying, a look of fear beginning to seep into his features. You could practically feel his panic as his gaze flickered around the deck, as if looking for something, perhaps expecting somebody to jump out of the shadows. But everything was still and quiet.

“...I guess that’s why I’m not…under your spell, or whatever,” despite not being under any form of spell, nothing influencing your behaviour besides pure curiosity, you were looking at him like the sailors he would lure over ship railings. Like he was the most fantastic thing you had ever seen, unafraid. Most importantly, there was no sinister look in your eyes, no glare or sadistic glint. He had not been lured here, much like he had not lured you in as he intended, but you were still armed.

“I’m not going to hurt you…well, as long as you don’t try to hurt me, I suppose,” you promised, seeming to sense his distress, his concerns.

The siren blinked owlishly at you, trying to make sense of the strange human that stood before him. He was used to getting the attention of sailors, it’s how he sustained himself, after all, and he was used to being cautious of them even then. He had lured you away from your post with his song and you had approached with stars in your eyes, which wasn’t completely unusual.

Normally he was approached by dark, lust filled, eyed, but occasionally he would get something closer to awe than lust. It never seemed too important to him, it worked either way, it was simply his way of life.

So, when you approached like he was a gift from the seas, he had no reason to doubt the way this night would go. You approached slowly, seemingly hanging onto his song, your gaze never drifting away from you. You had touched him, caressed his face like he was something precious.

And then you spoke.

That wasn’t normal. It wasn’t even words of love or lust, no insane ramblings of a sailor under the influence of a siren’s song. You had asked if he was real, gaze still awe filled, as you concluded that you weren’t dreaming.

It was then that he knew something was very wrong. You had said it yourself, you weren’t under his spell. You were in your right mind, and that meant…you were seeing him exactly how he was. You weren’t seeing the object of your desires, of all your fantasies. You were just seeing him, you knew what he was, and still you stood there and looked at him with no fear.

“You’re…you’re amazing,” you complimented, nothing but sincerity in your voice and your expression. “Buttons says sirens seduce us, Frenchie mentioned that you disguise yourselves as beautiful human men and women,” you weren’t sure why you were explaining all of this to the creature, surely he knew how he lured sailors away.

“You’re beautiful,” you breathed out, itching to be closer, to know more. Anything. But not the way others have reacted to him before.

The siren kept his distance, even increasing it, watching you with caution. You had not surrendered to the charm but you still held an awe for him, it made him anxious. A fear that you may attempt to claim something mythical for yourself.

You wanted to fix it, to make him comfortable before he fled for good, but you weren’t sure how to do that. You frowned as he dropped his gaze, eyeing something. You followed his gaze until you saw the sword on your hip.

“Oh, like I said, I’m not going to hurt you. I promise,” you take a slow step backwards before reaching for your sword. The siren tensed, his stance turning defensive, beginning to snarl. “I’m just going to put it down, okay?” you slowly unsheathed the sword, making sure to never point the blade in his direction.

He watched with a scrutinising glare as you placed the sword down. You kicked the weapon away, letting it roll across the deck, before stepping back towards the creature. Holding up your hands, you showed him that you were unarmed and had no intentions of harming him.

“Do you understand me?” you asked. He had been singing in a language you had never heard, so you weren’t even sure if he had understood a word you were saying despite having reacted to you speaking so far.

The siren looked you up and down before nodding slowly, carefully. It made you smile. Honest and happy, still showing no signs of being a threat.

“Can you talk?” he could sing, that much was clear. Though, you wondered if that was some sort of siren trick, the ability to sing in a familiar language to lure victims but not actually speak it. Their vocal cords could be completely different for all you knew.

He nodded again but you didn’t push him to prove it, just accepted his answer with a nod of your own.

You extended your hand, slowly enough to not spook him, and introduced yourself, telling him your name. He just stared at your hand with a frown, bristling as your attempt to reach out for him.

“Oh, uh, it’s how we greet people sometimes. We shake hands,” you explained, just holding your hand between you both, letting him make some sort of decision.

The siren seemed to ponder your explanation before cautiously reaching a hand out, letting his calloused fingers brush against yours. You made no effort to grab his hand, just letting him explore the feeling of your palm. His fingertips traced over the lines of your palms. His hands were still slightly damp from the sea and cold, but far from unpleasant.

“Have you ever interacted with a human like this before?” you asked curiously, innocently. The creature shook his head.

It wasn't the complete truth, he had encountered man humans, even interacted with some, but they weren't interacts he looked back on fondly in any way. Humans hadn't shown him kindness or gentleness before, he didn't think it was in their nature, but he had learnt to read humans fairly well, knowing which would be more dangerous to approach. You truly didn't seem to mean him any harm, but he could never be too careful.

“I’ve never met a siren before, either…you are a siren, aren’t you?" The creature almost seemed amused by your question and nodded. So, the tales had been correct, at least to some extent.

Your question managed to calm him a little. You hadn't even been completely sure about what he was, he doubted you had a plan to capture him.

“What’s your name?” you knew it was a risky question and that he likely wouldn’t answer, he hadn’t actually answered anything verbally yet.

There was a tense silence, his palm stilling flat over yours, as he met your gaze again. “Israel.”

“Israel,” you repeated. “I like that, it’s a lovely name,” you complimented, letting him go back to exploring the feel of your hand.

His fingertips moved up past the heel of your palm, brushing over the inside of your wrist, finding himself a little surprised by how soft and warm the skin there was. In return, your fingers brushed over the inside of his arm. Something about his skin felt different, perhaps a little thicker, just as cold as his hand had been.

For a being that is usually described as manipulative and seductive, Israel was rather sweet. Nearly timid in his demeanour, curious about you like you were about him. As he caressed the inside of your wrist, you caressed his in return, the touches innocent but intimate.

Neither of you spoke as you slowly worked your way up each other’s arms, Israel taking the time to fiddle with the material of your sleeve, rubbing it between his fingers to get a proper feel for it. It was just some cheap cotton, but he seemed interested in it enough. He didn’t seem talkative, so you settled for the curious silence.

You weren’t sure how long the two of you remained like that, slowly inching closer, but the moment was shattered by the sound of a door opening. You managed to catch the wide eyed look on Israel’s face before he pushed himself off of the railing, falling into the waters below and completely disappearing from our sight.

Turning towards the captain’s cabin, you saw Stede stepping out, his golden robe on and looking tired. “Is everything alright?” he asked, playing with his sleeve. Perhaps the strangeness of the night hadn’t gone unnoticed by other members of the crew, including the captain.

“Yes, captain. Of course,” you assured him with a nod and a small smile that you hoped was convincing.

“...there’s something in the air tonight, isn’t there?” Stede hummed, something anxious about the way he lingered on the deck.

“Yeah…yeah, there is, captain,” you agreed, deciding against correcting him. There was nothing in the air. There was something in the water.

Clearly not knowing what else to say and not finding whatever he was searching for, Stede Bonnet bid you goodnight and returned to his quarters.

As soon as you were alone again, you gripped the ship’s railing and peered down into the water. Your heart caught in your throat when you saw a familiar pair of eyes looking back at you, a little star marked under one of them. Just the top of his head to his nose peering out of the water, you might not even have noticed him if you hadn’t been looking for him.

You wanted to call out but decided better of it, you didn’t want to draw the attention of the crew. Israel had shown you some trust tonight, a trust that you didn’t feel you had earnt, and you didn’t want him to regret that, didn’t want to break it by mistake.

Instead, you gave him a small wave. Israel just blinked at you before sinking fully under the gentle waves.

#israel hands x reader #izzy hands x reader #izzy hands #ofmd izzy #ofmd #our flag means death #ofmd x reader

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cononeillbreastingboobily · 1 year

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I posted 26,410 times in 2022

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I think that Our Flag Means Death's Stede Bonnet is the perfect character for our times actually. In an age when it's so easy to give in to nihilism and bitterness in the face of everything awful that's happening ALL THE TIME, he remains gentle, kind, and constantly authentic in his caring attitude towards those he holds dear. He is by far the most "lover, not a fighter" character I've seen in a very long time.

I mean, he reads his crew bedtime stories! And they like it! He wears nice, colourful clothes, drinks tea, has an entire library onboard for god's sake, and you never have this feeling that the narrative itself wants you to think that he's being "too much". He's Stede. And he's great just the way he is.

And he finds people who appreciate him for it, too! I mean, Blackbeard is completely enamoured and fascinated from the very start, not just by Stede himself, but his way of being, too. And you'd think that this rough, legendary pirate would clash horribly with this gentle, slightly pathetic soul.

AND YET

They invite each other into their lives. Edward teaches Stede how to swordfight, Stede treats Edwards to the nice things he treats himself to as well, like good tea, wines, even comes along with him so he can experience the life of high society for an evening! And they both hate it in the end!

I love that, among many other things, OFMD is a story about how you shouldn't lose touch with the part of your soul that genuinely loves life, the world, and the people around you. It proves that, if you have a gentle part to you, it pays off to cultivate it. And the right people will come around and appreciate it endlessly.

1,488 notes - Posted March 19, 2022

Seeing how Con has been reacting to fans and fanmade content ever since OFMD exploded is making me nothing if not emotional. The last two conventions he attended too, he seems to be really enjoying himself, and I love that so much.

Given how youth-obsessed we as a society are these days, seeing this man who's well into his fifties be confident in himself, being fawned over no matter what he does, being sexy and having fun, soaking up people's reactions like a cat laying in a sunspot, it's just. Idk. It makes me lose my goddamn mind.

1,513 notes - Posted August 21, 2022

Do you think that at some point after Stede and Edward decide to become co-captains some members of the crew of the Revenge get stuck in an endless loop of "ask your other captain"?

1,901 notes - Posted March 20, 2022

One of the (many) things I absolutely adore that happened due to the release of Our Flag Means Death, is this huge, sudden, loud, wonderful shift in what body types we find attractive.

Those little gifsets of Ed asking Stede to stab him? People saw Taika's tummy peeking out of his little crop top and lost their minds.

That one scene where Izzy cuts up Stede's shirt? Gifsets of the aftermath of that have people raving about Rhys's tits!

Every more or less shirtless moment on the show has people perked up, gushing about chests and tummies. And don't even get me started on ARMS.

And I just love how, through the introduction of an array of actors with diverse bodies, OFMD didn't just normalize seeing people not shaped like supermodels on TV. This show genuinely portrays them as attractive and desirable.

And whether it's characters desiring each other, or it's fans voicing how hot they think they are, it's just, it's beautiful. I love that this show, among other things, proves that no matter your age or your looks, you can be desirable. And that alone brings me so much joy.

1,955 notes - Posted April 26, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Whenever I think about Oluwande something really weird happens to me. Suddenly I'm giggling and kicking my feet and saying "Olu, Olu, Olu 🥰🥰🥰" while thinking about his handsome face. I want him to hold me in his arms. What the fuck.

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