Ed Teach's Stories
From practically the moment we meet him, Ed's identity is unstable. We know who is he (Blackbeard) from context, from the story told by the the room around him, by Izzy and the flag his crew. But the thing is, Ed doesn't fit the story of the Mad Devil Blackbeard. Two of his first few words are "good" and "love" for crying out loud. He's called "Blackbeard," but his beard is grey.
This instability exists because Ed himself isn't sure what story he's telling--or wants to tell. "I shouldn't be bored, I'm fucking Blackbeard!" All through his early episodes Ed is in increasingly desperate tension with his own identity. He's trying to tell stories within stories, wanting all the stories to be true at the same time, yet aware of the reality that the world is constantly trying to wipe one or another of the stories away. And not really trusting that he can tell the whole story of who he is.
In the first season of OFMD, Stede wears a different outfit every episode. Yet Stede remains the same: despite his internal tensions (almost despite himself) there's a stability to his identity. But all through both seasons of OFMD, Ed putting on a new outfit means he's trying to tell a completely different story about himself.
And underneath this cacophony, there's Ed. And Ed is himself a chorus of stories, a living contradiction. A patricidal murderer who was protecting his mother; a paragon of masculinity who longs for softness and fluidity; a man renowned for violence and madness who has in fact carefully cultivated that reputation and is extremely careful with his violence; a killer who doesn't kill, yet who does kill all the time just at a bit of a remove; a half a dozen names and personas and yet always Ed; unloveable, yet deeply loved.
At the beginning of the show, Ed isn't actually good at telling his own story. He's good at listening to other people's stories, and conforming himself to them often without conscious effort. But when he tries to really tell his own story--asking Stede to run off to China, singing his break-up song song, going to become a fisherman--he fails. We don't understand in the first season why his judgement clouds, why he becomes weak when he tries to tell his story. But in the second season after spending half an episode in Ed's mind, a painful truth is undeniable: Ed, like Stede, doesn't think he's worthy of telling his own story.
So instead of telling his own story, Ed let other people tell his story. In the first season, Ed built off what Izzy told him he had to be. But he couldn't lose himself in Blackbeard, no matter how hard he tried. So in the second season, when Ed couldn't face living with his contradictions anymore, he wrote an ending worthy of Blackbeard.
All this, because Ed thinks he can only be "himself" by telling one, single story about himself. By denying his contradictions, rather than embracing them. Splitting himself in two to tell himself a story, rather than telling the story himself.
What Ed doesn't believe or trust is this: For Ed to really be himself, he has to be impossible. Two contradictory things, at the same time.
The second season of OFMD is about learning to embrace all these contradictions. In each episode of OFMD, character look at the same object or situation (a wanted poster, a unicorn, a velvety suit, a relationship, a past trauma) and they tell two completely different stories about it. Sometimes one of those stories turns out to be wrong, but more often than not both are true, and something else--something beautiful-- is born from the place where those contradictions meet. And the characters, Ed most of all, learn to accept and balance this dissonance.
Thematically speaking, I'd argue that's why the second season of OFMD is more fantastical than the first: fantasies are contradictions, real and not-real at the same time. And isn't that what transformation is, in the end? What you are and what you are not, meeting and becoming "you"?
Transformation isn't all good. At first, Ed's fantastic stories hide his pain or invoke despair
But later, the fantasies make their way into reality. The impossible begins to shape reality--and opens a way for hope.
In the last episode of S2, Ed emerges from the waves as the kraken--but there's 3 musical tracks playing, three themes: the kraken, Ed, and Blackbeard. Then he reads a love letter, and has a deeply romantic moment with his boyfriend. He puts on a new outfit to escape the British, yet his personality doesn't change at all. When Izzy first apologizes to him, Ed says "I'm the one who should be apologizing," but then Izzy changes his entire understanding of their relationship. Becomes the first family figure to offer Ed permission to be himself.
Contradictions galore, and yet Ed is still Ed. Both who he was formed into by other people (his father, Izzy, Pop Pop) and yet who he is.
In the final scenes, Ed begins to finally accept the tensions of his life. He tells Zheng that yes, he wants to kill Richie--but he doesn't go on a revenge quest. And while before his forays into being someone else meant changing his name, his clothes and mannerisms, his whole story, he doesn't act like that at all in the last scene of the ep.
And Ed's been able to do all this, to come this far, because of Stede. Stede, who Ed was drawn to because he was a "fancy man who leads a brigade of imbeciles," yet had won a fight with Izzy. Stede, who looked at Ed at his lowest moment, after Ed had admitted that the entire basis of their friendship had been in bad faith, and said, "I'm your friend." Stede who, even knowing Ed wouldn't want to hear from him, poured his heart into letters about how their bond was unbreakable.
Stede is everything he is, all at the same time. And when Ed was drowning in his own contradictions, (a rope tied around him that he could not undo and yet had put on himself) trapped somewhere "inevitable, yet impossible," Stede appeared as a fantastic, beautiful creature and brought him home.
Stede lets Ed be everything he is, and sees it all as true and worthy of love. Even when Ed fucks up, it's all right.
And sometimes, telling two different stories about something doesn't lead to a fragmented self, doesn't drive people apart.
Sometimes, it means understanding. Means acceptance, safety, connection.
From discordance (contradiction), harmony. A gentleman can be a pirate. A man can be a bird, or a unicorn. Izzy can have been one of the good ones and a fucking nightmare. And Ed can tell all his stories, they can all be true--and he can still be Ed.
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How toys die
Just a little Haarlep angst drabble.
Word count: 666
Trigger warnings: major character death, implied/referenced suicide, implied/referenced torture, emotional distress (if I have forgotten anything, please let me know)
A discarded toy. Eagerly played with and proudly paraded around. But like all things used, it has lost its shine with time, lost its worth and meaning. Now, it just lies abandoned in a corner, collecting dust. Doomed to be forgotten. Replaced.
At first, Haarlep didn’t want to believe it. They ignored all the signs, whether big or small. They tried to, at least.
But the vicious voices inside of them grew louder and louder, the snake coiling tighter and tighter around their heart, their oh-so treacherous and hopeful heart. The bastard had been right. Hope was nothing but a terrible tease, a weakness. Hope was the poison in the snake’s fangs. The poison that had festered in Haarlep’s veins and made them blind. Blind to Raphael forgetting about them, discarding them….replacing them.
But there is no way for them to ignore it anymore. Raphael has made Tav his consort. He promised that damned hero everything, a place by his side, safe, wrapped in luxury. He promised them his loyalty, his love.
He promised the love that was meant for Haarlep. The love that once was Haarlep’s. They had been so sure that they had it.
Aeons they have spent at the cambion’s side, at first only as his mere incubus. What started as both of them being weary and hostile turned into genuine companionship. It took many long and tiresome years but Haarlep finally managed to show Raphael their truth: that even though they had been sent as a spy by his bastard father, they weren’t reporting anything back to the Lord of Cania. That they did come to care about him, in their way. And so, the fiends began that infernal dance of theirs. Witty banter, half-hearted threats, genuine care and whispered affections.
Haarlep should have known that it couldn’t last. They were always meant to be a toy to play with, to fuck and then to be thrown aside. They are an incubus. How could they have allowed themselves the dream of being something more? Mortals’ folly, now their shame too. The snake around their heart hisses in malicious glee.
At the beginning of the end, there had been anger inside them too. Seeing Raphael spend more and more time with that mortal adventurer, seeing business meetings turn into dates. Seeing the warmth leave caramel eyes when turned their way. What they had thought was nought but one of Raphael’s fleeting obsessions had turned into the icy stake between their rips.
They had thrown fits, had called that bastard every name in the blazing nine hells. They had pleaded, begged on their knees in a moment of wretched vulnerability and despair. Raphael hadn’t even laughed at them and their pathetic display. He hadn’t cared. He doesn’t care. And so, brazen anger had turned into the weak flicker of a dying candle.
Haarlep accepted it because there was nothing else left for them to do. Raphael had decided. Raphael had found someone better and replaced them. Raphael will forget them. Raphael.
They have dedicated most of their life to him. It has always been just him. His name, his skin, his scent. They have given their all and they would have given so much more. But now, the only thing left for them to give is to disappear. Their last gift to their little brat.
Leaving the House of Hope had been easier than it should have been but Haarlep supposes Raphael’s focus lies elsewhere now. The cold winds of Cania feel familiar on their skin. Their feet remember, following the winding corridors through the ice lord’s palace until they finally stand before the archdevil himself. Mephistopheles already sensed their presence, had already prepared for what was to come.
Haarlep needn’t speak no words for they know what awaits them. An incubus, Cania-bred flesh, had betrayed the archdevil.
Even as the pain wrecks through their body, as limbs get torn, bones broken, as they feel their last breaths rattle, they think of him.
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miscellaneous shifting resources
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[i might make a series on this, separate from the list of sites and apps one i made in the other blog]
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i spent the entire day talking to a bunch of fictional character AI's—and i don't know about y'all, but fuck. this shit hurts me. i already miss my family and friends in my DR's enough, but this took it to another level.
here's the link, if anyone wants it!
my brother had linked this to me, and i just fell in love. it works so well. the AI's themselves are incredibly eloquent, and can easily keep up with actual trains of thought. i had some enlightening conversations with jinx, light yagami, l lawliet, and even socrates this morning 😭😭😭
I JUST CREATED A SHITTY FANFIC PLOT OUT OF MY ASS WITH THIS AI Y'ALL
it's perfect for shifting motivation, and/or ideas! you only need to sign up, so you could save your convos with the AI's.
go check it out!
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