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(Hey guys! I am alive! I just think that at the moment my mind is not cooperating to write... I hope that will change soon, and I hope you are still here!)

#hello! #if you are interested in discord RP lmk!

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(Hey guys! I am alive! I just think that at the moment my mind is not cooperating to write... I hope that will change soon, and I hope you are still here!)

#still alive #still not in the right headspace #is anyone still here?

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(Hey guys! I am alive! I just think that at the moment my mind is not cooperating to write... I hope that will change soon, and I hope you are still here!)

#reblogging again

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(Hey guys! I am alive! I just think that at the moment my mind is not cooperating to write... I hope that will change soon, and I hope you are still here!)

#sofia speaks (ooc)

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#edizzyfanart #give me this please #dynamic (ed & izzy)

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(I still think someone should just tell Iz they love him, show him affection and just encourage him to have fun)

#ramblings

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Isn't he an invested physician. He talks too much, perhaps, but then again even a sentence could feel too disorienting right now. Ed... why is he calling him that? Is he Ed? Why can't he remember? It will come to him, eventually, his name, what happened... anything really. It has to come back.

He groans lightly, turning his gaze to their hands. What if this man isn't a physician? What if he knows him? It's possible, isn't it, to not remember someone familiar, when he can't remember his own name? No, a name is just information, he would have remembered a face. A feeling. People came with feelings, didn't they?

The more he thinks about it, about how he really can't remember anything, the more scared he gets. Why can't he remember? Okay the why is that injury he has on his head but... what is he supposed to do now?

He should focus. What did the man just say? Spanish Jackie? Does that mean they are in Spain? No, if that was the case, they wouldn't be called 'Spanish' Jackie. Yet another question to ask. Too many questions and fuck him, he doesn't know where to start.

❝Um... ❞ he pulls his head away ❝Sorry. Sir. ❞ too official perhaps. ❝...mate. Can you tell me what happened? I can't remember.❞

Stede refused to leave Ed's side. Since the moment they brought Ed here, Stede hadn't left. He stayed at his bedside, murmuring words of reassurance, holding his hand, stroking face and hair, though extremely careful to avoid the nasty wound on his forehead. A wound that, Stede knew, was the cause of his unconscious state, but it at least had been tended to by one of Jackie's husbands whom happened to be a doctor. Though, Stede took over said care by keeping it cleaned and applying ointment to prevent it from getting infected, and anything else he could possibly do to help, he did.

He didn't know if Ed would be happy to see him, considering he left him without word, and it lead to... this. All of this. His injury, his unconscious state, his banishment. Stede didn't exactly blame the crew for what they did considering the things Ed did to them and he was thankful that they at least allowed Stede to take him off of the ship rather than just throwing him overboard and to his death. He knew Izzy had a large part in that, being unable to kill his Captain and best friend - with whatever complicated relationship that they had - and even after what Edward did, Izzy somehow convinced Jackie to let them seek refuge in her tavern and inn. Something Stede would be forever grateful for, to them both. And as much as he hated to bid the crew goodbye once more, he just couldn't leave Edward behind... not again. He couldn't leave him alone like this.

So, he stayed with Edward while Izzy and the crew sailed away on The Revenge and he hadn't left his side since. He's barely even slept, afraid that if he closed his eyes for even a second that he'd lose Edward and the mere thought broke him. Not that he deserved to have Edward's love again, let alone forgiveness, for what he did, but he'd apologize profusely and explain himself. He'd explain his cowardice and do everything he possibly could to make it up to him. But first, he needed him to wake up. He needed him to be okay.

Sitting in the chair right beside Edward's bed, Stede was stitching some pieces of fabric together, but it's then that he hears Edward's voice and he's practically jumping up from the chair, knocking everything off of his lap and taking Ed's hand into his. "Ed? Oh, thank god, Ed. Hey, I'm here... I'm right here, Edward." Stede murmurs over and over, his eyes filled with tears. "It's okay... you're safe. I promise." He reassures him, gently squeezing his hand. "You're at Spanish Jackie's. The inn right next door." He finally answers his question, not wanting to overwhelm him or startle him too much, so he waits for everything to come into focus for him, but he keeps a hold on his hand in hopes to steady and comfort him.

#avastyetwats #muse (edward) #amnesia tw #thank you for responding to this!

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"Can you ever forgive me, Iz?" "Already did, you twat." 🖤 #happyedizzyweek 🖤

Print available on my Etsy! Link in my bio! 🖤

okay, I'm off to cry more EdIzzy tears in the corner 🖤🥲🖤😭🖤

#dynamic (ed & izzy) #edizzyfanart

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(*crossing fingers for my energy to allow me being here tomorrow* how have you guys been?)

#sofia speaks (ooc)

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("Gone girl" dysfunctional marriage, but it's Ed and Izzy)

#an AU perhaps #I dont mean following the plot but the level of fucked up and dysfunctional? #hmm

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@avastyetwats

The first thing he feels is his head throbbing. Fuck. He doesn't know why it hurts, why his arm hurts too. He tries to remember what happened, but he really can't come with anything. What the fuck? How can he not remember anything? Maybe it's just temporary. Maybe all he has to do is open his eyes. Maybe he'll see something familiar and it will all come back to him.

He slowly opens his eyes, letting out a small groan. It's all blurry at first, but eventually everything comes into focus. He is in a room. An unfamiliar room. And... he is not alone. He frowns at the blond man. Is he a physician? ❝Where...❞ he clears his throat, his voice hoarse ❝Where am I?❞

#avastyetwats #muse (edward) #I hope this is okay!

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❝Still a fuckin wonder he is alive❞ before Bonnet, Izzy didn't believe there was such a thing as luck. Life was what it was and no luck or fate defined it. But how can one meet Bonnet and not think he is the luckiest twat in the whole fucking world?

Now that is even harder to believe. Bonnet had been... pleasant to Izzy lately, but he doubts he actually cares. He still finds it hard to believe that Ed does. ❝You sure he hasn't been checking on you?❞ he murmurs, and strangely enough, he doesn't mind talking about Bonnet as much as he thought.

ᒥ🫀ᒧ—        Brown eyes roll when Stede is brought up, "Just 'cause you say 'no offense', doesn't make it automatically not offensive, Iz. He's doin' his best, and makin' progress..." Despite defending Stede, there is a small, amused smile on his lips. There was some truth to it, Stede had some interesting luck that seemingly affected all around him.

"Frenchie and Olu are keepin' an eye on things, anyway." Edward may have requested the two to baby sit Stede while he was preoccupied harassing Izzy. "Ya so critical of him...Did y'know he's been checkin' on ya, too?" Certainly not to the extent Edward had been, but there was still care shown nonetheless.

#fxckin blackbeard #muse (izzy)

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(I am sorry but every single time I listen to traitor by olivia, I think of Ed.izzy. also "favorite crime" again by olivia. Know that I love you so much, to let you treat me like that, I was your willing accomplish honey)

#ramblings #Ive missed them

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(since I've been watching "the tou.rist" which I love btw, I do want an AU in which Ed wakes up after the mutiny and remembers nothing. is anyone up for this?)

#or stede or izzy xD #trying this again

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❝Perhaps it was more of a wishful thinkin' on my part.❞ Ed smirks lightly, trying to remember when was the last time he had actually seen Izzy calm, relaxed, worry free. It is mostly because of him, he knows that. He knows how if Izzy was as reckless and carefree Ed was at times, they'd all be dead by now.

❝They didn't get any important bits.❞ he adds after a moment and lifts his shirt slightly to show him ❝Patch me up?❞

He was absolutely going to worry about him and would not be swayed otherwise. "Relaxed?" Izzy asks, reiterating in clear disbelief. "You thought I'd be more fucking relaxed by now? Like to know where you get that idea." He pauses, approaching to look more closely.

"Still going to tell me that it isn't as bad as it looks?"

#unicornondeck #muse (edward)

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(Ed in one of his drunken nights after Stede left him/their breakup:

And you wanna scream, Don't call me "kid", Don't call me "baby" Look at this godforsaken mess that you made me. You showed me colors, You know I can't see with anyone else

#Ed singing this isnt so serious #but the lyrics fit

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Stede scoffs lightly at the comment, but he ends up grinning. If that's not progress, then what is? If only he could make Izzy like himself... just a little more.

After a moment of silence, he starts talking quietly ❝I think you should give Ed a little bit more credit than that. He made his own decisions.❞ That was something that it took Stede some time to accept, to even understand. As long as he knew Ed, that man had been in the process of finding himself... but at the same time doing whatever he wanted. He didn't have to worry about things like keeping the crew safe, they were just there, necessary parts of the ship, of the life he apparently had gotten bored of. ❝You know... You and Ed have a lot in common with me and Mary. She was content with our lives, she tried to make the best of it, whilst taking care of our children, of our home. It was nice for a bit, I liked my books, the fine things. But I grew restless, I wanted something more. I tried to take care and the kids with me, but I never really tried I suppose and she never wanted that. It wasn't her fault, was it? She didn't make me stay all these years. She didn't make me leave either.❞ he pauses, looking at Izzy, silently asking him Do you understand what I am saying?

❝But when I returned... her life was so much better. She was radiating, she was finally happy. It didn't mean she was miserable before, I don't think so at least. It just meant that we... wanted different things.❞ Like Izzy and Ed. Like Stede and Ed. ❝But you know... I think you can be just as happy, too.❞

It baffled Izzy that Stede didn't think he had to apologize. He still did all of those horrible things to him and to his crew. Izzy wasn't innocent and he'd continue to apologize for the things he did while trying to make up for them in whatever way he could. He once wanted to kill some of them, including Stede Bonnet himself, but now he would kill for them. Die for them, even. He almost had twice now and it wouldn't be the last. He'd protect this crew with his life now because they weren't just people he sailed with, they weren't just people he worked with. No. They were family now. A word Izzy understood now more than ever. Fuck, maybe he really did go that soft.

"He wanted out of it not long after meeting you, but I pushed him back into it. Just like I pushed him back into this life he wanted to be done with." And he went even darker because of it. Izzy would never stop blaming himself for it, being half of Blackbeard and all, but nothing could be done about it now. The past couldn't be changed. Edward was gone... off finding himself and Stede had truly taken over with Izzy as his chosen first mate. It meant a lot to the man that Stede still wanted him as such and they've been spending a lot more time together. Admittedly some of that time was because Izzy wanted it. Reason why he was hanging inside of Bonnet's quarters a lot of the time now. Sometimes sat at his desk while Bonnet did... whatever he was doing at the time, and other times, they trained.

He smirks at Bonnet's comment about trying to annoy him and he certainly accomplished that. "You never had to try, Bonnet. I found you annoying from your presence alone. Just the thought of ya, really." Harsh? Yes, but they were talking about the past. Not the present. Though, Bonnet still did have his moments. "Not now, though." He makes sure to tell him incase he was wondering. "I mean, you still annoy me from time to time, but nothin' like ya used to. Easier to put up with ya now." He smiles, then. Something that used to be rare for the first mate, but here he was, smiling with Stede fucking Bonnet. Smiling because of him.

#avastyetwats #muse (stede) #so sorry for the wait!