I cannot grasp how people will make cis characters trans and sexualize them but simultaneously feel averse to sexualizing Jim, who is not only actually trans but also really hot. Hope these people get well soon I'm sexualizing Jim in my mind's eye
Okay guys, so Buttons, who sits on the grave in the last scene, uses his magic to bring Izzy back. If he can turn into a bird, he can do this. That's the plan. I guess.
#ofmds2spoilers
Just think—what arm would be holding Izzy's mouth to contain his screams as another toe is severed? What's the tattoo that Izzy's blurred eyes keep locking on as he slips in and out of consciousness?
#OFMDS2
Stizzy situation where upon returning to his ship (not to a warm welcome, but Blackbeard's too much of a wreck to deny him; he falls apart, things are a fraction closer to normalcy) and seeing Izzy, Stede immediately takes into account that his foot is bandaged.
Sometimes I wonder how some in this fandom would view Mary had she not shared the lovely moments with Stede in episode 10 in which they sort of reconciled things. She didn't owe him forgiveness but she had the compassion and care for him to proffer it anyways. I Do Wonder
The way Izzy looks at Ed when he (terribly indirectly) shows remorse for losing nearly the entire crew. There's such a clear desire to understand. Bit of empathy if you squint.
Anyone here want to think about omega4omega edizzy with me? Their heats are synced and Izzy is having the worst time historically recorded. Why, pray tell, is Izzy so miserable? Perhaps because Ed is forcing him to top him through it and he is not immune to those Beseeching Eyes.
Ed promised Izzy they'd carry out the plan I'm gonna puke. Izzy's trust is broken and still, he captains the Revenge as Ed asked. Still, he remains First Mate when Ed returns. Does everything Ed wants even after he maims him. The fuck
Izzy with his wrists and ankles bound, ass in the air getting fuck-machine'd, wrists forced to keep a vibrator over his dick. Making that old man gush like a broken fountain for fun and sport
Thinking about Edward princess Teach and humiliation. He tells Stede he needs to earn the crew's forgiveness, who don't really care because he's a pirate captain and there's nothing he did that was particularly shocking. Maybe if they desecrated him it would placate their anger.
#IzzyIsMicroFic
Stede's attempts at resisting Izzy are weak at best.
Izzy isn't surprised, seeing as he's from a class who lift little more than wine glasses in toasts to wealth and prosperity, lazing on the cushions of their fortunes, but he's still disappointed.
"Fight back."
Here I was watching that dream sequence in episode one like haha, what fools, those who believed Izzy would really have to die for Ed and Stede's love. It was seemingly shot as a 'haha look at this outlandish dream Stede has'. Of course it was I who was the fool
#ofmds2spoilers
BTW Izzy takes Stede over his knee and spanks him stupider every time Stede does something bitchy or inconsiderate of his crew/boyfriend(s). This is the only way Stede could possibly become a decent captain. Yeah he's hitting the pussy too
Dogboy Stede's nervous licking habit gets out of hand, and Izzy muzzles him. Stede rolls around and paws at the muzzle disconsolately; Izzy has already left. Ed finds Stede, of course, and though Stede is wholly nonverbal, Ed can see the play-by-play like frankfurters in clouds.
#IzzyIsMicroFic
A series of clicks and cracks fill the quiet of Izzy's cabin, followed quickly by a groan pushed out with them.
"Good grief, man," Roach mutters, lightening his pressure on Izzy's back.
"What?" Izzy angles back to glare. "That's normal."
Roach's eyebrows raise.
Ed threatening to cut off CJ's dick after he finds out that his best friend fucked Izzy and destroyed the hot virgin fantasy Ed has about him sorry my demons
I'm gonna miss edizzy getting to be happy. I can already smell the angst sitting in the drafts of the masses just Waiting to double down once those old men are no longer having their week
Izzy watches Stede's hands, how they seem uncertain where to go until they eventually just rest at his sides as though defeated.
"Treat yourself better, Izzy," is what Stede says before walking out somewhat awkwardly, leaving Izzy sitting, staring at the doorway, hard as a rock.
Alright but when are we getting Ed pregnant. He's walking around omegaing all over and he's still not pregnant. He's got the biggest breed me eyes come on
#IzzyIsMicroFic
"It's Blackbeard's first mate!"
"What's he doing here without Blackbeard?"
"Who knows? I heard Blackbeard was really a nice guy."
Izzy whips around. "Where the fuck did you hear that?"
The gossiping merchants share a look. "The Gentleman Pirate passed through."
#IzzyIsMicroFic
With his heart leaping in his chest, Stede is too stunned to move.
Izzy's mouth drags over the crotch of his white underwear, the black kohl in his goatee smudging into the fabric, a soaked patch of spit and precome at Stede's tip, and Stede can't utter a word.
Izzy's hole, stretched and puffy and empty, is being teased by Stede, who keeps playing with his rim to make Izzy jolt instead of fucking him. Izzy has half a mind to consider fucking someone else, but once Stede finally crams inside of him, the thought is driven out of his mind.
I can't remember where in the show it was but maybe some of you remember the scene where Ed is edging Izzy for hours with cruel detachment and Izzy's on the edge of openly wailing
Putting Ed in a chastity belt 24/7. If he wants to be fucked, he'll have it in his ass, throat, between his thighs, or not at all! Orgasms are an earned privilege
#ofmds2spoilers
With his bloody, sticky palm clasped in Ed's, his wound stinging from the care with laudanum to dampen the worst of it, Izzy takes deep breaths.
"You told me something once," Ed mumbles. They're alone in the room hidden below the galley; it's a familiar scene.
nor by Izzy, whose eyes are filled with resentment.
"What happened here?" Stede nudges the direction of Izzy's foot with his own.
"Fuck off."
He expected that.
"It doesn't look to be tidied up very well," Stede says, squatting and feeling the eyes of the room follow his movement.
The first thing he thinks is "serves him right". But he's nosey. Always has been. So he gets the nerve to approach him – the way Ed is hovering in his shadow like he's scared to let Stede out of his sight isn't missed by anyone. Not by Stede, who feels guilt eating at his flesh,
"You try having your fuckin' toe snipped off with scissors," Izzy seethes, playing right into Stede's hands. Scissors? He sets a mental note to not leave again.
"And how did this...?"
"'S not your fuckin' business, is it?" Izzy grits out the words and hobbles off.
Here to add that pillow princess Mary and service top Izzy is something to be studied. Examined closely. Izzy would be so eager. Doug can have a go at Izzy too!
That was why he avoided it, after all. He didn't want to look, to remember – it hurt even more, now, without any shock to dull the ache. He lets Stede tut over how the wound wasn't cleaned properly, even waits for him to come back with some chemical whatever for sterile whatever.
The hilarity of how every time I walk away from what I'm doing, I get an original thought that startles me to my core. This time, it's something about alpha Izzy's spontaneous rut when Stede is in heat, "stupid fuckin' Stede Bonnet" as he's lured right into the captain's cabin.
On the topic of omega Stede and
#BottomStedeWeek
, he's filling the ship with the sickly sweet scent of sugar cookies with a touch of citrus. Alpha Izzy is trying so hard to function. Beta Ed laughs as Izzy, playing cards, misses his turn because he's staring at the corridor door.
"I'm not sure," Stede answers honestly, and he reaches his hand like he's taking a risk. "But I do."
*
Stede handles Izzy delicately. More delicate than anyone had ever cared to do, so delicate that Izzy didn't feel week for his hiss at the feeling of his bandages falling away.
"Why?" Izzy repeats the question quietly. The distrust he tries to ignore is making him feel like he needs to run, though that ability left with his fuckin' toe.
"I don't know." Stede's hand is stroking Izzy's ankle, then it's gone, leaving cold bare skin behind. Stede stands.
Today Stede is getting stuckfucked in a barrel. He just wanted a midnight snack! He doesn't even know his assailant, but their hand is rough and small, their breaths raspy, and their other hand is wrapped in leather...
#BottomStedeWeek
"What do you want?" Izzy's relenting, and Stede realizes he doesn't know. He's just followed this man, for which he feels equal parts boiling resentment and head-spinning sympathy, without any reason.
"Let me change your dressing. That's going to get infected, like that."
"I did it," Ed says, and Stede's head whips around. His crew, all tense from the nearly-being-abandoned thing, surely, are all watching. On a whim, Stede follows Izzy's path, and Ed only watches him go with a shuffle of a step, but he doesn't tag along.
He just stares, the whole time, and he never quite relaxes, but he gets somewhere close watching the way Stede's eyes squint in their particular concentration, the way his hair moves with him slightly with each cock of his head one way and the next. Stede is never still.
"Why won't you fuck off?"
Yeah. He deserves that, maybe.
"You've tried to kill me. Multiple times," Stede sighs, sitting on the side of the bed with Izzy and not missing the way the man stiffens like a feral animal, "and I got Ed a bit sidetracked. I think we can call it even."
Stede's hands linger on his ankle after patting the skin there and telling him "all done", and Izzy's probably going to die there. He's reeling with it all. Why – of all people, why was Stede here, and why was he caring for him?
Stede gestures to the tattered, filthy and bloody bandages wrapped around Izzy's foot.
"Why should you care, Bonnet?" Izzy's body language is notably less tense than it was a minute prior, despite his distrusting words.
Even in precisely laying bandaging over his burning wound, Stede is rubbing Izzy's ankle with his thumb in small motions as he holds his leg steady. Izzy feels like he'll be sick with it when he sees how Stede has patched him up, clean and caring.
***
When they don't return until the morning, with Izzy's neck in various stages of gnarly purpling bruises, his temperament finer than ever, Stede glimpses the reluctant passage of money over the crew's dining table and the wicked grin on Jack's face.
"Mornin', sunshines."
FIN
Izzy doesn't know how to love. He doesn't know how, and he doesn't know how he could possibly be loved, either, because even for all his humor he keeps below the fortress of bitter malignity that makes him First Mate Hands, he still thinks himself just as rotten as people say.