#threads. [ or god as far as you're concerned. izzy ]

[survivoirs]

LUCIUS       @piratress​                     --  ❛  you inspire me to be nothing like you.  ❜   

❛  aww.  touched  a  nerve ,    did  i   ?    ❜  it  felt  impossibly  easy   to  get  under  izzy’s   skin.   for  a  man  who seemed to  pride   himself  on being violent  &  demanding  respect  ,  he’d  grown to  be  painfully  predictable. lucius’s lower lip  puckered  outward in the faintest  of   pouts  ,   before  rolling  his  eyes  &  looking  away from izzy  again.  ❛  sounds  like you’re just   jealous   i  know  who  i am  &   what  i  want.  envy’s  not  a  very  good  look on you ,  mate.  it’s rather ..  pathetic ,   if anything.    ❜  he  said  all  this  without looking  up  , too  busy  scribbling  something down in  his   notebook. 

Lucius had proven himself time and time again to be an infuriating addition to this crew. Hands had half a mind to have the entire crew thrown overboard and to start anew. Save maybe one or two. Edward would never go for that though. Not with is found obsession with Stede fucking Bonnet and his band of miscreants. Izzy’s jaw rippled slightly at Lucius’ eyeroll and he stepped up into the shared space between them, too close for comfort. Eyes staring daggers up at the man’s face with a mixed look of equal parts repulsed and fascination. 

Words of malice formed on his tongue but before he could even get them out Lucius reading him like a book. Calling him pathetic. Yeah. There’d be punishment for that for sure. Something to be cleaned. Backbreaking labor to keep this man’s mouth shut for a few hours at least. Yet it was the rest of what he’d said that made Izzy hesitate if just for a moment. i  know  who  i am &   what  i  want. 

“You fucking insolent little --” A pause at the continued sound of scribbling. “Just what the fuck are you writing?” he rasped.

#THREADS. [ or god as far as you're concerned. - Izzy ] #rp #when ur mad someone might be writing notes about you in class

[survivoirs]

send  “ i could’ve sworn i booked a twin room… “  for  our  muses  to  be  in  a  hotel inn  room  where  they  must  share  a  bed.

Izzy had unceremoniously dropped his and Edward’s travel packs by the door when he’d stepped inside after the captain and saw the single bed. More like a twin bed. Or very nearly that small maybe a foot wider. “It’s alright, Edward. These things happen,” he sighed, gloved hand rubbing his face for a moment. And these things sometimes did happen when Edward was in charge of arrangements. The man’s changeable moods and whims often made it so Izzy usually took it upon himself to set these sorts of things up. Make plans. Execute the plans. Etc. He’d help his captain out in any way that he could. Speaking of which.

“Don’t worry about it,” Izzy’s soft gravelly voice sounded with his back to Blackbeard as he walked over to the far wall with his pack before shrugging off his vest. “I’ll sleep over here.” He carefully loosened his cravat, folding the ring up inside it before tucking it inside a pocket of his pack. Sitting down on the floor, he started to loosen the ties of his boots. “I’ve already spoken to the innkeeper about having breakfast ready and a bath drawn for you tomorrow. Just get some sleep. It’s been a long day.” And this was going to be a long night for his back.

@kraxed​

#bless #THREADS. [ or god as far as you're concerned. - Izzy ] #rp #ANSWERED. [ ask and ye shall receive ] #kraxed

[survivoirs]

@fromshadovvs gets a Dizzy Izzy starter for Jim

The headache throughout the day had been enough of a warning but he’d put it off the best he could while he carried out his duties. Hands had seemed especially annoyed and grouchy interacting with the crew up until the point he’d just vanished, leaving them to do their business without the irascible first-mate yelling at them. Below deck, hidden from the bright light of the sun was the first step. Somewhere dark and quiet where he could just lay down seemed to be the only thing that helped when he got like this. Why this happened, Izzy had no idea but it was something he was ashamed of. What type of swordsman randomly got intense balance issues? What type of pirate never really truly had his sea legs? He couldn’t make it back to his quarters, the spinning had gotten too much to the point he’d fallen in the hallway and half crawled into the first room he could. It was small, meant for storage but he didn’t care. Izzy was laying with eyes closed on his back with his hands clutching his head for a good twenty minutes before the door opened. “It’s fucking occupied,” he spat without looking over at first. When he did, he looked pale and it took him a moment to realize. Fuck. It was only Jim. They weren’t exactly the same brand of idiot as the rest of them. They didn’t resort to the same sort of buffoonery. Even acted a bit more like a pirate than he thought Stede’s crew even possible. He rolled his eyes and looked back up at the ceiling before covering his eyes with his hands. 

#jim: damn this dudes dying in here ok #THREADS. [ or god as far as you're concerned. - Izzy ] #fromshadovvs : Jim #fromshadovvs #rp

[survivoirs]

send  “ i could’ve sworn i booked a twin room… “  for  our  muses  to  be  in  a  hotel inn  room  where  they  must  share  a  bed.

No sooner than the words had left Bonnet’s lips was Izzy loudly dropping his bag on the floor. The soft thump was followed by a muttered, “Of fucking course.” He ignored any apologetic look the other man might have shown, or maybe he looked annoyed at Izzy’s response. The two of them didn’t really get along. Then again a lot of that might have mostly been in Izzy’s head and from his side of things. It was bad enough Ed put them on this little outing together. Putting him in charge of keeping Stede safe while the man did some--shopping or food tasting or whatever it was fancy pricks like him did in towns like this. Izzy had no idea and he didn’t care. Yet, if Ed asked something of him, Izzy did it. No questions asked most of the time.

“I’ll be back,” sighed Izzy in light annoyance before he turned back out of the room. Ten minutes passed by before he had returned, still looking annoyed but he kept his voice calm. “They can fix it tomorrow for the next night we’re here but this is all they have tonight,” he explained quickly. He was half tempted to want to walk back to the ship but it wasn’t that close and it was late and he was tired. Not to mention he couldn’t exactly protect this ‘pirate’ from the ship. Hands removed his vest and neatly folded it into a make shift pillow of sorts which he stuffed an extra pair of trousers from his pack inside it for some form of cushion to place under his back. He positioned his pack where his head would go and got as ‘comfortable’ as he could on the floor without a word. 

@ssbonnet​

#he grumpy #rp #ANSWERED. [ ask and ye shall receive ] #THREADS. [ or god as far as you're concerned. - Izzy ] #ssbonnet

[survivoirs]

❛  what do you want?  ❜ - Izzy for Lucius

                   “  What do I want ?  ”   Lips purse is if he has to give it some though but he clearly doesn’t as neck turns the man’s way .     “  To not have to associate with you ,     but I don’t think I’ll have that pleasure any time soon .     Which is unfortunate ,    but I think I can manage .  ”     Lucius could ask the vary same back ,    but he didn’t care for the response so he doesn’t .

“No. I don’t suppose you’ll get that pleasure any time soon,” he repeated antagonizingly. “Well -- unless you kick the bucket. Which is pretty likely given how ridiculously unprepared your lot is for the life of piracy. Honestly one can only wonder how it is you’ve all fucking survived this long. --- Answer me this, Mr. Spriggs. Have you ever even held a sword before? Fired a gun? Or do you expect your little notebook to save you the next time the Spanish or the English attack us?”

@redhnds​  // repost 

#this may or may not be a really weird and rude lead in to izzy trying to teach him to defend himself LOL #THREADS. [ or god as far as you're concerned. - Izzy ] #this was in my queue from before ya revamped so here <3 #i think #anyways here lol

[survivoirs]

@piratress  asked: [ CHALLENGE ]:    in a motion designed to challenge the receiver’s authority, sender pins receiver against the wall.

Izzy had perhaps been feeling a bit paranoid about the way Lucius was scribbling into his notebook. Perhaps more than a bit. He got like this at times. Stress. Not enough sleep. His headaches. He didn’t know. Anyone else might have just assumed the scribe was catching up on the events of the day that he’d been unable to document earlier. Izzy on the other hand, assumed more malicious intent surrounding his own presence below deck. As if the words were about him. Maybe they were, maybe they weren’t. He was determined to find out and ease his mind regardless. Not even out of ego reasons. Sometimes it just felt like everyone was out to get him.

Boots thudded against the floorboards as he closed the distance between himself and Spriggs. Without a word, Hands snatched the book right out of Lucius’ hands to try to read it. “What the hell are you—“

His words were cut off with how quickly Lucius reacted. Hands gripped at his shirt to spin them and shove him up against the wall. The first-mate looked beyond surprised by this.“This log is for the captain’s eyes only unless he or I choose otherwise.”

Izzy instinctively tried to step forward and away, only to be met with a forearm across his chest to pin him there harder. Izzy actually whimpered quietly, eyes wide and pupils growing in size. “What—fuck…” he stammered quietly, their faces close enough he could feel Lucius harsh breathing against his skin. Stunned, he stopped breathing, as if that would clear his head. Or if he breathed the other man in he might lose his mind. A moment passed before Izzy took in a breath as he’d felt the start of feeling light headed. His senses came back a bit and his face was pink. No. He still felt dizzy. But not like how he got at times. He felt dizzy in an almost good way being this close to Lucius. Which made no fucking sense considering what the man had just done.

In a few seconds that felt like minutes, Izzy’s gaze had hovered over the man’s lips. He’d done it before but this was the first time he truly realized he was. Felt the butterflies in his stomach. It made him forget he was supposed to be angry for a moment. Lucius’ lips look surprisingly soft. No. Fuck no. What the— His thoughts cut off at the realization and sheer panic spread across his features. “F-fuck. I’m sorry. Fucking take it,” mumbled Hands, shoving the book into Lucius’ chest as he was finally able to get his wits about him to shove the man back enough to slip out. Izzy’s foot caught on Lucius’s and he tripped forward and down onto his knees for a moment before scrambling back up to hurry up the steps to the upper deck in the dark.

#Pete’s been teaching him some things 😂 #or Ivan idk #MESSY AF #answered. [ ask and ye shall receive ] #piratress #mobile formatting #so idk what this is gonna look like rn lol. #threads. [ or god as far as you're concerned. izzy ]

[survivoirs]

SHOW A LITTLE SKIN    ✥ - Popping a button on their shirt, showing their chest / a bit of cleavage

Down below deck, the men were getting some downtime. The entire notion of it felt foreign to Hands. Downtime was for sleep time. There was always something to be done on the ship. Or training that could be done, especially with this lot. Yet he had to let Stede do whatever the fuck it was he does apparently. Whatever made Ed happy. Hands could roll his eyes at the thought. There was some sort of standing net set up and some of the men were hitting a ball back and forth with wooded paddles. It looked idiotic, Israel thought from where he sat on one of the barrels next to Ivan who was sharpening Izzy’s sword for him.

Looking at the other corner of the court, Izzy could see Lucius seated against the wall, chatting up Fang who was practically beaming from the attention. He looked away in annoyance for a moment before glancing back to see as Lucius started to unbutton the top of his shirt, exposing some of his chest. Hands’ gaze didn’t falter for a moment, his heart thrumming harder until he glanced up higher to see Lucius had turned and found him staring. The color drained from Izzy’s face and he felt his anger well up but more at himself than anything. Anger and a bit of confusion. He didn’t yell for once, instead, he turned to Ivan while completely avoiding looking back at the scribe. After a moment, Ivan nodded, returned the sword and stood up.

“Alright you lot. Enough games. Back to work,” said Ivan sternly. It felt warm in here. Izzy felt off. He didn’t get off his seat and struggled a bit to get his sword back in its sheathe while men started to file back up the stairs, grumbling a bit.

@piratress​

#ANSWERED. [ ask and ye shall receive ] #every day we gotta give Izzy an internal panic #about something or another #i #THREADS. [ or god as far as you're concerned. - Izzy ] #piratress

[survivoirs]

𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓 𝐀 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒. 

If anyone else did this the response would be very different. Initial reactions to a hand on his throat might earn someone a rapid disembowelment if he was in one of his moods. The dagger on his hip always ready. That’s what Izzy was in a way. A dagger. Sharp. Dangerous. Useful. But ultimately easy enough to shove in a sheathe and toss away. That’s how he felt sometimes. Like he had to fight tooth and nail to make sure Edward saw him as his useful pet companion and not just another tool to toss away when something shinier came along. 

It probably said more about how Hands viewed himself than anything Blackbeard necessarily felt. He had to stay sharp and keep Edward sharp. Because after all the Ed that Bonnet had brought out was soft and likely to get killed in Izzy’s eyes. This life was cruel and he’d do whatever it took, be whatever Edward needed, in order to make sure the man stayed as Blackbeard. Wild. Violent. Dangerous. A force to be reckoned with and feared. In truth, Izzy believed that was the only version of Edward he even deserved to be around. Like Hands didn’t even know who he was if not the right hand of the infamous captain. He’d felt utterly lost the entire time Stede was around. Like he didn’t feel deserving of seeing a kinder side of Edward that Stede had.

No. This is what he felt he deserved. Hand on his throat with the fear of god in his eyes. Israel fought to catch his breath a moment after being angrily shoved against the wall. Teeth bared a moment as he struggled for that breath with this man towering over him. He’d pointed out the lighthouse painting. Mentioned he didn’t realize the crew hadn’t taken it down and tossed it with the rest of Bonnet’s fucking things. He picked up quickly that Ed was not in the mood to hear that name spoken aloud. It wasn’t more than a week ago that they’d been in nearly this exact position. Only Hands was now missing his left pinkie toe after than encounter. Pathetic that he’d give another, a hand, an eye, anything Blackbeard needed to be this version of himself as fucked up as that might be. His cane had clattered to the floor beside him and his hands reached up to hold at Edward’s wrist instead of reaching for a weapon like he’d do with anyone else. 

“I -- won’t--” He croaked out, staring at the Kraken in Edward’s eyes in complete fucking awe. “--say His name -- again, Captain.” God. He loved having Blackbeard back.

@kraekns​

#ICB THIS IS THE FIRST ICON I MAKE OF HIM #naturally #choking cw #what a little ferret man #THREADS. [ or god as far as you're concerned. - Izzy ] #ANSWERED. [ ask and ye shall receive ]