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#yes this is ouizzy
punk-dad-sharkz · 4 months
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guy who says "FUCK!" to every minor inconvenience x guy who says "oopsie daisies" to earth shattering catastrophes
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whiskingskin · 6 months
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No because yall... Izzy spent most of his life at sea. Hating, loving, learning, yearning. Repressing and expressing, losing himself and finding himself, accepting that his existence can be good, he can be good, and safe, at the same time. He was always the first to throw himself into needlessly dangerous situations- the ships protector. The ships unicorn. Living his life physically and emotionally getting tossed around by life changing waves and tides.
And they buried him on fucking land
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raggedy-spaceman · 6 months
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Behind The Flag: The Two Crews
For all the ouizzy girlies (gn) out there
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acceleratedmuseo · 6 months
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*looking at his husband unconsciously
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spinteresting · 7 months
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Fang: totally breaking down after raiding the wedding
Frenchie: can I have your cake?
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Izzy: breaking down over how Blackbeard has treated him
Frenchie: let me just hold your hand, hum, and sway with you
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The Frenchie/Izzy vibes are definitely there.
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arsenicflame · 2 months
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i think the thing for me about edizzy is the potential of it all- we know they have history together, but we don't know what it is, how long it went on for, what it meant for them. there's endless possibilities there to explore, and any of them could be real! or not! but theres so much to explore with them and its so fun to imagine all the what-if's and could-have-beens of their relationship
#like yes!!! i love stizzy and steddyhands and rizzy and ouizzy and ALL the izzy ships!#but it always comes back to edizzy for me simply because of the ties that bind them#we see all the other relationships grow in canon and build off of that#but we KNOW theres more to edizzy that we simply dont know about and imagining all their possible pasts is so interesting to me#how did we get to where we are now? where can we go in the future? what underlies their relationship that we simply dont know?#were they married? unrequited love? mutual pining? never considered it until it was too late? divorced a dozen times over?#have they known each other since they were kids? did they meet on Hornigold's ship? did they meet after ed became blackbeard?#does izzy have a navy past? is that how they met? a brothel? the streets? a prison? a bar?#they could literally be anything!#maybe theyve only known each other two years! maybe its twenty!#we literally do not know and the possibilities are there and it CONSUMES me#i cant settle on one favourite reality for them because i just have so much fun messing around with all the different options#what will they be this week?#nyxtalks#ofmd#our flag means death#izzy hands#israel hands#edward teach#edizzy#blackhands#and im so sad canon didn't take any opportunities to explore it in s2#like we got a few hints that they are Something; but not even a passing comment about who they really were to each other#nothing!!#im not a writer so i couldn't tell u how to do it well but. a passing comment! anything!#a moment explaining izzys loyalty to ed after everything; talking to lucius about complicated relationship and moving on; to ed face when#hes confessing or after his leg; to Ned or to Zheng or Ricky or Hornigold or anyone! anything! Ed to Fang in the boat!!#im just surprised that wasnt a path they at least tried to explore; given how much of s2 was focused around them to some degree
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humanshark · 5 months
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*Izzy asking Lucius for dating advice*
Lucius: Just be yourself.. You know, say something nice?
Izzy: ... Well, which one? I can't do both
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myckicade · 6 months
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Frenchie doesn’t mean to return to the Inn exhausted and battle-hardened and caked in dried blood. It shouldn’t take the last of his strength to rap his knuckles against the fresh coat of paint on the front door, wet from the sideways-falling sheets of rain that just won’t stop. It shouldn’t be all he can do to keep himself standing while he waits for Stede. For Ed. For some-fucking-one to open the door. It shouldn’t, but it does. 
Fuck it. He shouldn’t have had to go back to slitting throats and spilling guts, either, but. Vengeance will do that to you. Love will do that to you. 
There’s some banging about inside. Some shouting to follow. Frenchie would rub his eyes, but he’s not terribly keen to get someone else’s blood in them. He’d had enough of that before he’d taken his new place aboard the Revenge. When... 
FUCK. 
Fighting to toss the thought aside, Frenchie knocks again. Louder. Harder. Why isn’t someone coming to the fucking door, already? He’s going to drop where he stands, so help him, and his two ex-Captains can clean up whatever remains in the light of day. Once the buzzards, or the gulls, or whatever the fuck wild beasts live out this way have had the chance to pick him clean. They can bury his bones – or whatever’s left – next to... 
Jesus Christ. When did it become so hard to even think the man’s name? Saying it, nah, the word hasn’t left his mouth in months. Hearing it from the tongues of others? Still a hard pass. He’s managed to find himself anywhere others weren’t talking about the man, and quickly. But his thoughts. His own inner sanctum of peace and love has taken someone he still holds so dear, and shoved him into the deepest, darkest corner of The Box. He'd rather poke holes in one of his enemies and find them leaking delicious buttercream frosting than to ever look in that corner again. 
And why? 
Well. Frenchie isn’t stupid enough to think his reasons any more noble than the basic truth. It’s a blame game, and he's losing to himself. If he’d been closer. If he’d stayed next to him like he’d always intended. Maybe he could have saved him. Maybe he would have survived. 
Bang. Bang. Bang. 
“Open the fuck up!” he shouts, the words swallowed by a roll of thunder. 
He doesn’t want to think about this. He’s going to go inside and drink himself to death. He’d going to pay for a room until he starves to death, or his body gives out from exhaustion, or he drowns in bad rum. He doesn’t care. He just wants to do it, but first, somebody has to- 
“Open the fucking door, guys!” 
He hasn't cried. Not once has he shed a tear. He’s been waiting. Waiting for the right time. Waiting until he could afford to split at the seams and fall well and truly apart. The crew needed him, and they needed him to keep it together. They needed him to support them and see them all out in one piece. 
They needed Frenchie to be him. 
But he wasn’t. He wasn’t and he isn’t and he’s tired of pretending. He’s tired of pretending that the one thing, the one and true good thing that he managed to find in the darkest days of his life was gone. Just fucking ripped out of existence. They’d had so little time. So much had been left unsaid. Maybe he’d take a bottle down the lawn tomorrow and say a few of them. Say all of them. It would be a fitting place to go. 
If he doesn’t, y’know, turn back and drown himself in the damned rain first. 
Frenchie raises his fist to knock again, to pound at the wood, willing to throw his shoulder against the hinges if it will help. From inside, a loud bang catches his attention, this time accompanied by a soft thumping sound. More shouting. Closer this time, familiar in a way that tickles his memory in all the wrong places. He’s playing tricks on himself. Maybe, Death is nearer than he thinks. 
If only he was so lucky. 
The latches are being worked on the other side of the door. Too slow, but it's progress. Lightning strikes as the door eases open, surely distorting Frenchie’s worldview because, no. A trick of the light. He blinks and has another look. The eyes staring back at him are beautiful and wide, surprised, but relieved. The lips move over a silvering beard, jaw working until the man before him finally clears his throat. He shifts on the crutch beneath his arm, and Frenchie’s ears are filled with a precious, rasping voice. 
“Took you long enough.” 
All at once, the world spins and comes crashing to a halt. The force is so great, it jolts the lid from The Box. What spills out... He’s energized. He’s alight. He’s clean and innocent and vulnerable and still so damned wounded, but. But. There it is. It’s in every thought. It is a joy to hear. It feels so good to come gasping from somewhere in the depths of his heartbroken soul. 
“Izzy!” 
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themistymountainscold · 6 months
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frenchie would be an amazing captain
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animangalover-writes · 6 months
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Something about bad writing/devastating character deaths motivates me to write. Like my frustration comes out in fix-it fics.
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rimbaudofficial · 5 months
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all good, already got it read, thank u
hi trans ofmd writers, do you want to do me, also a trans ofmd writer, a solid and sensitivity read a piece for an exchange (you can't be in the exchange as I understand it)?
it's canon-era Ouizzy.
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punk-dad-sharkz · 3 months
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nothing more fun then accidentally creating an extended universe in a fanfiction
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. . . Anyway.
How ya doing? I’m Art. Do you like Izzy Hands? Are you not a weirdo who hates on other characters for no reason? Do you understand that there is no moral connection to what we do or don’t enjoy in fiction?
Do you wanna join a discord server?
For safety reasons I’m asking that you be 18+, NSFW and spoilers are allowed in their respective channels, discourse is also kept in its own channel.
No character hate allowed, nuanced discussion of character’s faults is fine but we don’t outright ‘I hate X’ here, thank you.
Ship talk encouraged!
https://discord.gg/H5CFAjAF
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Frenchie "I came so hard I cried" Bonnet and Izzy "I cried so hard I came" Hands
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Frenchie: Me and Izzy are 100% compatible, 50% of the time.
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prof-pangaea · 2 years
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becoming an izzy/frenchie truther, brb
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