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part of a series called 'fold that old man in half, Feeney' wherein Calypso enjoys herself with a very willing sacrifice~
(Izzy still has his pants on in this version of that second pic, don't worry ksdhgkldsg)
#izzy hands#ofmd wee john#our flag means death#ofmd#ofmd izzy#israel hands#izzy x wee john#la vie en rose#calypso#my art#bbb creates#weehands
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Well, you know how that old saying goes.
#to be loved is to be changed#izzy hands#wee john feeney#israel hands#israel basilica hands#wee john x izzy#wee john ofmd#ofmd#our flag means death#save our flag means death#save ofmd#renew as a crew#stede bonnet#is also there#calypsos birthday#weehands#izzy x wee john#wee hands
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Sang About in Songs + callbacks to(/direct contradictions of) canon & lyrics from La Vie En Rose
#jack facts#my fic#ofmd#izzy hands#weehands#ouizzy#rizzy#sprigghands#sprizzy#jimizzy#jizzy#fangizzy#fizzy#otplus#HE WANTS TO STAY!!!!
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New ship dropped! We shall call it WeeHands
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Anyway, I've started a Wee John/Izzy Courting Fic because I Have the BrainRot
How long will it take for them to kiss? Don't know. How long will it take me to write it? Also don't know. But anyway.
(In this story, they are not raided by Ned. It's just a really nice fucking night.)
When Frenchie sets off the fireworks, Izzy finds himself next to Wee John. Who is still made up as Calypso. He looks up as the explosions color the sky and watches the way the tiny stones on Wee John's shoulders and arms glitter.
Wee John looks down and smiles at him. "You were a great herald," he says. "Your goddess is pleased with your gifts of song."
Izzy feels himself grinning, and he reaches out and touches the dainty fabric of Wee John's sleeve. "The pleasure is mine," he says, "as your herald."
He lifts Wee John's hand to his lips and kisses it as he had earlier that evening. Wee John dips a small curtsey, and something in Izzy's chest feels like it shatters. But in a satisfying way. It's odd. It's been so long since he's felt anything like that.
As he walks towards his quarters, the rest of the crew takes a moment to say goodnight, to tell him his voice was great.
"Fucking amazing," Jim tells him, joyously drunk and propped up between Olu and Archie. "Sing it again!"
"Go to sleep you fucking disaster," Izzy replies, rolling his eyes.
When he gets to the door to go down below, Ed's leaning next to it, Stede curled tightly against his side. Ed's watching him with a quiet sort of pleasure that Izzy's also not seen in a very long time.
"'Night, Captains," Izzy says, looking directly at Ed.
Ed's smile is soft and slow. Next to him, Stede shifts and reaches out. Izzy meets him halfway, shaking his hand.
"Not many ships can brag a first mate so good with a blade and with his voice," Stede says.
Izzy shrugs, though that shattering feeling in his chest is back. "Don't use it much," he says.
"You used to," Ed replies, and for a moment he looks very far away from everything. "I remember."
"We've known each other too long," Izzy says. "Or maybe not long enough."
Ed cocks his head, then nods. "'Night, Iz."
Izzy claps Ed hard on the shoulder and carefully walks down below. He sighs in relief when he gets to his room and can sit on his bed. It's narrow and dark around him, save the colored lights coming in through his small window, but he can still hear the celebrations up on deck as he removes his leg and rubs roughly at the stump. He lights a candle so he can see a bit more and spots a small pot next to his looking glass. There's a torn piece of paper propped against it.
<em>Dab it on your lashes and count to twenty. They'll come right off. - WJ</em>
Izzy glances at himself in the looking glass. All the makeup has come off his face through the night. His hair is in disarray, limp and sweaty. The only proof at all he's done something wild and terrifying tonight are the gold lashes, which are still perfectly set.
He turns his head side to side, blinking slowly to watch the lashes catch the light of the candle and the fireworks outside. He opens the small pot and sniffs it curiously. It smells of wax, but when he touches it, it's softer than he expects. He has to wipe a little of the stuff back on the edge of the pot so he only has a tiny bit to dab on his eyes.
He closes his eyes as he waits for the wax to work, counting with his heartbeat, which is slow and steady now that he's alone in his own space. When he pulls lightly at the lashes, they come off as promised. He places them in his palm like he might an interesting insect. Wee John had explained he can just throw them out, but holding them now, Izzy can't bring himself to do it.
He opens the drawer of his table and takes out a square of paper. With careful fingers, he places the lashes in the center, and then folds the edges so they're secure but not crushed. He blows out the candle and undresses in the dark. When he lies back to sleep, the colors of the fireworks are still in the window.
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The deck is covered in crushed flowers and sticky with spilled rum when Izzy steps out the next morning. His wooden leg sticks when he walks, and he pauses to glare at it before taking over for Roach at the wheel.
"Coffee's on the way," Roach says with a huge yawn. He slips into the doorway to go below deck just as the door to the captain's cabin opens and Ed steps out.
"Oh," Ed says quietly.
Izzy turns, grimacing as his leg sticks again. "Edward," he greets. They're the only two on the deck, and used to be Izzy's favorite time of the day. But that was before…a lot of things. Including the way Edward still can't look at him directly sometimes. Like now.
"I could–"
"Edward, shut up," Izzy says without thinking. He'd woken up and discovered the golden powder Wee John had put on his eyes had actually migrated to his beard. It had made him smile at himself in the looking glass, seeing the shine of it still with him. "Let's just…" He shrugs and tilts his head as a breeze comes in from the west. Edward's head moves the same way, the both of them still attuned to the movement of the sea if not to one another. "I deserve a better apology than what you've given me, but I also don't think I give a fuck."
Edward looks at him directly and blinks. "What?"
Izzy shakes his head, not really sure he can explain it himself. "I…" Edward's still looking at him. There's a sincere look in his eyes that makes Izzy's heart clench hard in his chest. "I still love you," he says. "But…whatever I wanted from you, I'm never getting, and I never want to confuse what you did to me for love ever again."
Edward swallows audibly and comes halfway up the steps to the wheel. "I don't want that either, Iz. And…I still love you, too. But, my god mate, I'm surprised we're both still alive."
Izzy's laugh surprises himself as much as Edward. He takes one step forward and lets Ed close the rest of the distance. "Fucking fuck and a half, Edward, we got closer to hell's front gate than ever before."
"We sure fucking did," Ed agrees. He grips Izzy's shoulder and gives him an affectionate shake. "I'm sorry, Izzy. Really."
"Yeah, I know." Izzy squeezes Ed's wrist for a moment, then drops his hand. "You slept in the Captain's cabin last night, huh?" he asks in a deliberate change of subject.
Ed's smile goes from soft to utterly brilliant. "Yeah. It was…we didn't do anything really. Some kissing. Just slept together. Like, slept-slept together."
"Good for you, boss," Izzy says. "Good for both of you."
"Good for you, too," Edward says, rubbing his thumb on Izzy's jaw. He pulls his hand away so Izzy can see the gold powder on it. "Hell of a look last night. And you sing like a bird, still."
Izzy shrugs. "Suppose I never lost it," he says. "Just didn't use it."
"Yeah," Ed agrees. He looks at the gold powder on his thumb, then cuts Izzy one more smile before turning and going down into the ship.
Izzy steers so the sails catch the wind and stands tall, stretching his back and watching the sun finish rising.
Roach comes up from the kitchen as the ship picks up speed. He's whistling a song Izzy recognizes from last night. Something Frenchie made up as he went, Jim coming up with lyrics alongside the tune. It had gotten filthy quickly.
Izzy whistles a few notes as Roach ducks into the captain's cabin, but he stops short when Wee John comes out from down below, a cup in each hand. It hits him suddenly in the morning light that he'd kissed Wee John's hand and sung a love song to his face. They'd danced close together, and that shattering feeling from last night turns into a cold, sudden worry that everything that made last night special and wonderful has disappeared.
Wee John smiles as he walks up to Izzy. He holds out one of the cups, and he's as kind-eyed as he's ever been. "My herald," he greets. There's still a bit of powder at the corner of his eyes, and it eases the last of the worry from Izzy's chest.
"I should be bringing you coffee, goddess," Izzy says.
Wee John's smile turns into something tender that Izzy can't read. It feels pleased and sad at the same time. "A goddess and her herald should be equals," Wee John says after a long moment.
Izzy sips his coffee and thinks about that. "A first mate should be separate from the crew," he says.
Wee John narrows his eyes and looks over the joyous mess of the ship's main deck. "No, I don't think so," he says towards the deck. "Not on Calypso's ship."
Izzy's throat tightens. He can't think of anything to say to that sincere tone. He hums instead, a song he knows but has rarely ever sung aloud.
"I like that," Wee John says when Izzy pauses to take another sip of coffee.
"Glad the goddess approves," Izzy replies, and Wee John's chuckle makes him feel good.
#weehands#izzy hands#wee john#also i like how awkward and terrible ed's apology was on the show#but as long as i'm here...#a goddess and her herald#our flag means death#fic#wip
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Episode 6,7 Headcannon to tied me over..
Wee John has had a few lines here and there but not been central to any stories yet. In the party episode, i hope we get to know John a bit better.
-Since he was always "the big guy," he was always expected to be tough, masculine, and work "man's job." Which meant hard labor. Something hard to carry "...give it to the big guy he will take care of it." It has left his back in shambles.
-By the time Stede Bonnet was looking for pirates, John needed the cushy job on the Revenge. He didn't know how much longer he would be able to make a living sacrificing his back. He didn't mention it when in the interview.
-He didn't expect to be set free from his former life when he joined the crew. Craft projects and bedtime stories that remind him of the soft boy he once was; artistic, mischievious, craving to be seen.
-The crew see him. They quickly accommodate Wee John's needs in a way he would never expect, and they would never mention. Roach giving him the only stool from his kitchen, Stede giving him jobs that require artistry over brute strength, Frenchie always there...
-When the Bonnet crew had to work for Jackie he had to return to "man's jobs." No accomodations when you need to eat. It was hard for him. The crew saw his mood grow darker with his pain but they knew he would never complain. They were his family. He needed to help them.
-In the bar one night, actors performed a story about a mermaid who doesn't know what's good for her, and a sea witch with clear no return policy. The sea witch is played by a man even bigger than John. John wonders what it's like to be so beautiful.
- The Red Flag is the second time in John's life where he felt supported. They immediately gave him the tailoring job. He worked with the gossiping girls, they got him knitting, he felt like one of them.
-Back on the Revenge, crew back together, everyone is different, everyone is in pain now. Frenchie is so changed. John wonders about the lockbox in Frenchie's head. The one they discussed on a quiet evening in their room a lifetime ago. He wonders if the lock broke.
- Everyone has their own troubles, half the crew is falling apart every other day. Wee John recedes into the background, not wanting to take up space. Getting on with it while in pain is an activity he has a lot of practice with.
-John thought Izzy was a twat before. Nasty little bugger, pining after his captain. Oh yeah, that was clear as day to John from his view on the deck.
- Now John can see other things. Izzy trying his best. Snarling and barking sound different when paired with haunted eyes. A man with the weight of the world on his back. John understands that.
- They bond over the stairs, over pain. Over knowing how to get on with it. Over watching all the crew find their places while losing musical chairs. Over continuing on anyway.
- John knits Izzy the stockings that protect his left limb from his wooden leg. Black at first, but then blue like the sea and the sky. Green, and even orange. Never purple, never red.
- When the party is announced, John remembers the story of the sea witch. Never saw the fuss about mermaids, John begins to sew a gown fit for a queen. The parts of him scared of his feminity no longer steer the ship. Izzy quietly admires that when no one is looking.
*** I am so excited to see them perform together.
#ofmd#ofmd s2 spoilers#wee john feeney#i love you#he is very personal to me#disability#chronic pain#survival#izzy hands#wee hands#ofmd s2#ofmd spoilers#headcanon#our flag means death#weehands
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#weehands https://www.instagram.com/p/CfaYZLSN4QJ/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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#momandson #love #holdinghands #weehands #momofson #momsofinstagram
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Pretty sure Bob knows obstruction:
Weehands Nodick is saying that if the House of Representatives, the lower House of a co-equal branch of government executes its’ Article 1. Constitutional duty to exercise oversight over the Executive Branch that he will bring Govt. to a standstill and launch retributional investigations
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Calypso sitting Izzy on her lap, sliding him slowly onto her cock, and having him sing for the crew while getting very gently fucked
is something that can be so personal, actually
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Interest check I guess
What if I run an Izzy rarepair kink meme/prompt fest?
Also should "rarepair" in this case include sprizzy/sprigghands or is that not rare enough?
#jack facts#ofmd#our flag means death#izzy hands#ouizzy#rizzy#jackhands#weehands#jizzy#jimizzy#bellhands#sprizzy#sprigghands#kink meme#interest check
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Back on the WeeHands story!
They might actually get to their date sometime in the next 5k. How wild.
Izzy nods, feeling dizzy from Wee John's touch. "You can…you can always go into my quarters," he says. "Whenever you like."
Wee John sips his coffee and squeezes Izzy's arm for a moment. "Thank you. That's very kind."
And, oh, but Izzy feels seen in a way he's never felt. In a way that is only good and lovely and soft. He can only nod, then take Wee John's hand in his own for a moment before stepping away. "Is seven o'clock late enough?" he asks.
"Seven o'clock is fine," Wee John says. "Are we staying over on land?"
"If you'd like," Izzy replies, taking another step back because otherwise he will take a step forward and completely forget himself. "I know a quiet inn."
Wee John beams. "In the Republic of Pirates? That's not possible."
"With clean sheets," Izzy says. "And large beds."
"I don't believe you, so I guess we'll have to stay so you can prove it."
"Yes," Izzy says. "Yes, we will."
"Seven o'clock, then," Wee John says. "I'll meet you on deck."
"Good," Izzy replies, feeling thick-tongued and clumsy, but it feels nice in its own way. "Good," he says a second time because he has no more words.
#weehands#izzy hands#wee john feeney#our flag means death#wip#gayle how's the brainrot#oh it's fucking thriving
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I think there should be a buzzer that goes off when people leave the toilet without washing their hands. I'm sick of seeing people with wee hands touching everything.
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