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cupcakeshakesnake · 11 months
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POTC aroace headcanons that a friend and I came up with
(Emphasis on “headcanons”, we were just a couple of aroaces starved for representation and jokingly slapping the flag on almost everyone, don’t come after us. AU versions are canon though because I made the AU and I say so)
(Canon Beckett one is almost directly quoted from TPOF don’t @ me)
+ EDIT: Quick meme based on this
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pizzat-i · 9 months
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he's such a smug bastard i hate him 👎
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thundersongfury · 1 month
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woopsies butterfingers i accidentally let my singular good drawing get to my head and decided to try my hand at drawing mr mercer
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u can see how that went anyways ill delete it hopefully before i have time to cringe
cya :D
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meldoesart16 · 7 months
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Joseoun Dynasty again
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boltlightning · 1 year
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where’s the profit in killing jones when we can add another ship to your fleet? pirates of the caribbean: dead man’s chest (2006) // deleted scene
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thechaosghost · 2 months
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someone should take away my drawing skills
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incorrect-potc-quotes · 10 months
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Beckett: I'm having problems with a guy.
Mercer: Like his dead body won't fit into your trunk kind of problems, or you like him kind of problems?
Beckett: I like him problems...
Mercer: Too bad. I could have helped with the first one
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the-twelve-daggers · 1 month
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"This is no longer your world, Jones."
⤷ Lord Cutler Beckett (At World's End)
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skylerbluexd · 6 months
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Right-Hand Man
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Prompt: Beckett and his emotional support demon from Hell :) canon setting, meckett platonic/ambiguous relationship
The lantern on the desk flickered lightly. For a moment, Beckett had forgotten that the empty office was totally sunken in darkness. It was only when the tiny flame started dancing wildly that he noticed that the yellowed papers in front of him had become hard to read due to the limited light. He sat up straight, neck and back aching from the sudden change in his posture. A few windows where open, and in through them crept the hot and humid air of Calabar. Clouds covered the night sky, but a faint sliver of blue moonlight still slipped through to light up the white sails by the harbour below. He had many letters in front of him, most of them regarding the company, but the one he had been staring at for ages now was an old one. Its edges where torn, and it was even more yellow than the others. However, the contents of it was hidden in darkness. No matter how close to the lantern he brought it, he still could not read anything besides blurry lines of what appeared to be gentle handwriting. Frowning, he gave up on trying to decipher them. He could feel his brain working against him, torturing him with the knowledge that he did not have the capacity to decipher them now.
Beckett had always preferred to work late into the night. When it was dark and quiet outside, he could be left to his own toughts. No one would bother him, and no one would be there to see him crouched over his desk, sunken into a world devoid of any social requirements. The late hour made his eyes strain. He admittedly could still feel fatigue, but he had never seemed to long for sleep. The house was too far from his office, and on the rare occations that he did decide to retire for the night the grand house felt too foreign for his liking. The housekeeper had always had the bed ready for him when he finally arrived, but it was barely even wrinkled in the morning, if it was at all. Most of the time he would just walk back down to the office overlooking the bay. There, he would evetually pass out in his chair, lulled by the chirping tropical birds and the whistling winds of the sea. His sleep would of course be interrupted after a few hours, by which some of the servants would have already woken up and he could call for his tea to be made.
Tonight was different. He had had a few cups of tea in the evening to stay awake for his work. But, for some damned reason he could not focus on the letter right in front of him. There was also a hollow feeling in his chest, as if he was merely a shell, and that his body was not really his.
A light creak from the floorboards sounded in the silent dark, seemingly from a corner that the little lantern on his desk could not reach. Beckett stood up from where he had sat for the past few hours and lifted the lantern up to a level a little over that of his head. Subconsciously, he hid the mysterious letter under some of the others. He did not know why, but it felt private, like something vulnerable he under no circumstances wanted anybody else to see. He rounded the desk. There was no sign of movements from outside. The guards normally slept through their watch since he had never minded it. He took a rather daring step towards the dark corner, almost like he did not know fear nor self-preservation. The lantern slowly lit up the deep-black silhouette of a man clad in equally as dark colours. The man was slightly taller than him, with a frame not too different from his own.
"Who is there? Show yourself at once," he said to the dark figure. He strived for calmness, luckily his voice was as business-like as usual.
The man in the shadows stepped out, his features slowly appearing in the low lantern light. He was an older man with dark eyes. A strange sense of danger accompanied him and the air seemed to freeze in his vicinity. Beckett warily took a step back, holding the lantern between him and the stranger.
"Who are you, Sir? What business do you have in my office?" he said. The man's pupils shrank at the touch of the light, and he backed off slightly. He grimaced. In the next second, all lights around them were extinguished, save for the one Beckett was holding.
"You summoned me, Mister Beckett."
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mossiestpiglet · 27 days
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Having potc thoughts (unsurprising) and while it’s pretty obvious why Mercer wouldn’t be such a threat/a villain in the story without Beckett, since he is just there to do what Beckett says (such a good dog), it may be a bit less apparent why Beckett needs Mercer so much.
A lot of the villainy that Beckett enacts relies on being able to act in the shadows, something which is made difficult by his official position. He is stuck in one location for all of DMC, presumably much of if not all of the interim between DMC and AWE, and also for a good portion of AWE. Mercer is how Beckett extends his person both over physical distance and also into the social spaces in which our protagonists exist.
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ari-the-arotistic · 11 months
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Filled this out bc I felt like it
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Original for reference
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cupcakeshakesnake · 1 year
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Some AU characters
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reine-du-sourire · 11 months
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I have a question about your POTC AU, is Mr. Mercer another little one? is he someone Davy Jones and Calypso hired to distract Beckett? is he a pile of sugar cubes the Beckett made to talk to when he is bored? I like to think its the last one because just imagine Beckett sitting next to a pile of sugar cups squeaking for hours without a response. Also I love the AU, and I hope you make more!
Very close! Mercer is actually a vaguely-human-shaped pile of silverware that Davy Jones and Davy Jones alone knows how to navigate; he'll snake his tentacles through the pile to get the pieces he needs.
Beckett does indeed sit and squeak for hours near the pile. Sometimes he'll fix his wig in the reflection of a spoon.
(Governor Swann ventured too close to the pile once and got bopped on the head by a falling fork. He ran off in tears and didn't go near it again and hates for Lizzy to go anywhere close to the Mercer-pile.)
I am extremely glad that you're enjoying this AU! I'd love to continue it, and hope to do so- by all means keep the questions coming 😊
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piratepolls · 1 year
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🏴‍☠️ The CrackShip Showdown 🏴‍☠️
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mistermercer · 2 years
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thechaosghost · 5 months
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Beckett!
Yess!! My favorite villain!!
OTP: Meckett (Mercer/Beckett) I love their duo and I just cannot not ship them, its quite sad that there aren't that many people that ship them, but I have found a decent amount of really good fics and fanart!
Notp: I am not the biggest fan of Beckett/Elizabeth or Beckett/Will, But don't let that dissuade you from shipping it!
Brotp: Beckett and Gates (His spy that was mentioned at one point in tpof) is a friendship that is not mentioned, but I have still managed to create some ideas as of how they might have got along
My Favorite Crack Ship: Sovereign Margot (The NPC from Sea of Thieves) and Beckett, although this is more like a Brotp. I KNOW SO MANY PEOPLE THAT BECKETT COULD BE FRIENDS WITH BUT BECAUSE BECKETT DOESN'T KNOW HOW TO MAKE ANY FRIENDS THEY AREN'T CANNON!!!!
My sometimes read: I will sometimes read speckett if its by an author i really enjoy (Reine-du-sourie, your actually one of the only speckett authors i will always read <3) but I normally just opt for meckett
Ship I don't talk about much: Beckazar (Salazar/Beckett) anyone? they would be such a power duo, killing pirates and being in love.
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