riverhag 🏴☠️
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OFMD fandom account, I like to make Izzy feel his feelings // 30ish, queer, tired
21+, minors DNI and all that
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pfp from the wonderful neo__pessimist
21+, minors DNI and all that
@riverhag on AO3
pfp from the wonderful neo__pessimist
hi bestie how are you 😁♥️
November 29, 2025 at 1:45 AM
hi bestie how are you 😁♥️
hmmm what hmmmmmmm
November 29, 2025 at 12:59 AM
hmmm what hmmmmmmm
HI I LOVE YOU SO MUCH
November 29, 2025 at 12:59 AM
HI I LOVE YOU SO MUCH
November 29, 2025 at 12:56 AM
Izzy eyed the skyline, brow furrowed in concentration, tongue clipped between his teeth. It was a calm night, by the standard of the last six months, but there was something off about the way the horizon blinked at him in the distance.
He wasn't sure he could take another storm.
He wasn't sure he could take another storm.
November 29, 2025 at 12:55 AM
Acushnet anchored by evening, a small inlet with just enough shelter to keep her from sinking while they slept, pans of hot coals stuffed under the sheets.
Roach's hands were gentle and Izzy let oblivion take him.
Roach's hands were gentle and Izzy let oblivion take him.
November 29, 2025 at 12:55 AM
Acushnet anchored by evening, a small inlet with just enough shelter to keep her from sinking while they slept, pans of hot coals stuffed under the sheets.
Roach's hands were gentle and Izzy let oblivion take him.
Roach's hands were gentle and Izzy let oblivion take him.
It was a sullen crew that made their way belowdecks that morning, cheered only just by porridge too hot to eat. Izzy could barely raise the spoon to his mouth, exhaustion replacing the marrow of his bones, but he could feel Roach's eyes on him, anxious and flittering, and he choked down half a bowl.
November 29, 2025 at 12:55 AM
It was a sullen crew that made their way belowdecks that morning, cheered only just by porridge too hot to eat. Izzy could barely raise the spoon to his mouth, exhaustion replacing the marrow of his bones, but he could feel Roach's eyes on him, anxious and flittering, and he choked down half a bowl.
The worst had passed by midnight, waves no longer crashing over the deck, but still the wind howled until he was numb with it, sick with it, every bit of his skin a blister of ice.
By the time the sun cracked into view at last, cold and unfeeling as his hands, he was sure he'd never be warm again.
By the time the sun cracked into view at last, cold and unfeeling as his hands, he was sure he'd never be warm again.
November 29, 2025 at 12:55 AM
The worst had passed by midnight, waves no longer crashing over the deck, but still the wind howled until he was numb with it, sick with it, every bit of his skin a blister of ice.
By the time the sun cracked into view at last, cold and unfeeling as his hands, he was sure he'd never be warm again.
By the time the sun cracked into view at last, cold and unfeeling as his hands, he was sure he'd never be warm again.
It was a horrible gale, the sort poets dream of, tittering away to themselves, quills aflame, of those poor wretches suffering nobly so that they may light their stately homes and perfume their porcelain wives.
Izzy gritted his teeth, palms flayed open, brows white, nose red and cracked.
Izzy gritted his teeth, palms flayed open, brows white, nose red and cracked.
November 29, 2025 at 12:55 AM
It was a horrible gale, the sort poets dream of, tittering away to themselves, quills aflame, of those poor wretches suffering nobly so that they may light their stately homes and perfume their porcelain wives.
Izzy gritted his teeth, palms flayed open, brows white, nose red and cracked.
Izzy gritted his teeth, palms flayed open, brows white, nose red and cracked.
"Here." Roach had appeared in that way of his, silent and unnerving, pressing a hot cup of coffee into his hands before he'd even noticed.
"Thanks, love."
"I do not like the look of that."
"No."
Izzy swallowed contemplatively, resignation settling into his bones.
"It'll be a long night."
"Thanks, love."
"I do not like the look of that."
"No."
Izzy swallowed contemplatively, resignation settling into his bones.
"It'll be a long night."
November 29, 2025 at 12:36 AM
"Here." Roach had appeared in that way of his, silent and unnerving, pressing a hot cup of coffee into his hands before he'd even noticed.
"Thanks, love."
"I do not like the look of that."
"No."
Izzy swallowed contemplatively, resignation settling into his bones.
"It'll be a long night."
"Thanks, love."
"I do not like the look of that."
"No."
Izzy swallowed contemplatively, resignation settling into his bones.
"It'll be a long night."
The captain might have minded but he kept it to himself, warm as his own bed remained, nevermind a little wife on shore four years since with a toddler he'd never met hiding in her skirts.
There were more pressing matters in a whale boat as it cracked along at twenty kilometers.
There were more pressing matters in a whale boat as it cracked along at twenty kilometers.
November 29, 2025 at 12:36 AM
The captain might have minded but he kept it to himself, warm as his own bed remained, nevermind a little wife on shore four years since with a toddler he'd never met hiding in her skirts.
There were more pressing matters in a whale boat as it cracked along at twenty kilometers.
There were more pressing matters in a whale boat as it cracked along at twenty kilometers.
It hadn't mattered. Discipline was not the same on a whaler as it was in the navy, nor even on a petty little ship like the Revenge had been. With a crew of seventeen, there were no secrets and the bedfellows were no strangers to each other, some shared and others passionately possessed.
November 29, 2025 at 12:36 AM
It hadn't mattered. Discipline was not the same on a whaler as it was in the navy, nor even on a petty little ship like the Revenge had been. With a crew of seventeen, there were no secrets and the bedfellows were no strangers to each other, some shared and others passionately possessed.
Here in all sense of the word, the wiry little cook from the time he'd last forgotten who he was, all curls and tobacco and sunkissed madness, passing him quiet cups of coffee and filling in the dark corners of his bunk with long limbs and gentle hands. They kissed silently and loved with no fanfare
November 29, 2025 at 12:36 AM
Here in all sense of the word, the wiry little cook from the time he'd last forgotten who he was, all curls and tobacco and sunkissed madness, passing him quiet cups of coffee and filling in the dark corners of his bunk with long limbs and gentle hands. They kissed silently and loved with no fanfare
The journey to the whaling grounds had been arduous, all frost and hail and bitter wind. He'd sworn he'd never go back to this life, but there had been precious little work for a retired pirate with one leg, and it seemed for once that fate was smiling upon him.
Roach was here, too.
Roach was here, too.
November 29, 2025 at 12:36 AM
The journey to the whaling grounds had been arduous, all frost and hail and bitter wind. He'd sworn he'd never go back to this life, but there had been precious little work for a retired pirate with one leg, and it seemed for once that fate was smiling upon him.
Roach was here, too.
Roach was here, too.
yeah it really was ❤️❤️
March 4, 2025 at 2:13 AM
yeah it really was ❤️❤️
so many hugs friend 🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂
March 4, 2025 at 1:54 AM
so many hugs friend 🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂
it was such a special thing, and I think we all needed that thing so badly
it hit at exactly the right time
here's to OFMD and all of the beautiful, kind humans we've known because of it
❤️
it hit at exactly the right time
here's to OFMD and all of the beautiful, kind humans we've known because of it
❤️
March 3, 2025 at 5:27 PM
it was such a special thing, and I think we all needed that thing so badly
it hit at exactly the right time
here's to OFMD and all of the beautiful, kind humans we've known because of it
❤️
it hit at exactly the right time
here's to OFMD and all of the beautiful, kind humans we've known because of it
❤️