As much as she hates the current predicament, Elizabeth is grateful that she doesn’t have to endure it alone. Even if she does partly blame Will for her present state, he’s more than capable (and willing) to help her in any way that he can to alleviate the consequences of their night, and that’s more than she could possibly say for half of the other people in her acquaintance. She even manages a faint smile as he hands her the crackers and water. It’s a simple gesture, but it means a great deal more to her than she ever would have expected.
“Oh – and what else did you dare me to do, I wonder?” She can’t exactly put all of the blame on him; he may have dared her to take shots back to back, but clearly she didn’t bother to argue with him. Just the thought of taking shots is enough to make her groan again. “I am never drinking again,” Elizabeth declares as she twists the cap off the water bottle and takes a small sip. When her stomach seems to accept it fairly well, she nibbles on a cracker, watching him all the while.
“What are you making?” she asks, wondering if he’s made a decision, but a moment later, she thinks better of it. “No, on second thought, don’t tell me.” Elizabeth makes another face as she finishes a second cracker.
“You know, since you are partially to blame for all of this, I really think you ought to make it up to me.”
Will’s face SCRUNCHES up in concentration as he TRIES and fails to remember MORE of the night before. If he’s being HONEST, it’s a BLUR of color and laughter and one too MANY drinks. But it’s the HAPPINESS he remembers most, drunken WHISPERS of adoration and SLOPPY kisses that was more LAUGHING into each other’s mouths, teeth CLICKING because they couldn’t stop GRINNING. It makes his lips CURL up again, a FONDNESS on his face. There’s no doubt EVIDENCE on his phone, and he makes a point of REMINDING himself to go through whatever photos they may have TAKEN later in the day.
“ Honestly, I can’t remember much MORE than that. If it’s any consolation, I’m IMPRESSED that you managed to knock them back like you did. ” He offers, shoulder RAISED in a half shrug that OFFSETS the smile playing on his lips. “ Few more nights like that and you MIGHT wind up besting me. ” He laughs at her minor outburst, eyes CRINKLING as he does so. There’s a CERTAINTY in him that knows she’ll last maybe a MONTH without drinking before they’ll FIND themselves where they are now, undoubtedly after a LONG day of work that results in NEEDING a drink. And he knows it’ll be MUCH the same, one of them CARING for the other or BOTH attempting to be PRODUCTIVE despite their hangovers. He can’t help but look FORWARD to the oncoming days, the ups and downs of their FUTURE. Leave him to get wrapped up in the DOMESTICITY of it all. “ I’ll remind you you said that NEXT time you tell me you need alcohol. ”
Another CHUCKLE leaves his lips as he listens to her DEBATE whether or not she wants to KNOW what he’s making, deciding on NO. Another time, he MIGHT have pushed and listed off a few GREASY items to mess with her, but AGGRAVATING a sensitive stomach was the LAST thing he wanted to do. Instead, he HUMMED to himself as he went about GATHERING what he needed, less breakfast oriented due to the time. It was PUSHING noon, and he was falling back on a TRADITIONAL hangover remedy. A cutting board soon takes up SPACE on the counter, surrounded by CHOPPED carrots, potatoes, and celery, all to be tossed into the BOILING water on the stove. He’s GLAD they’ve got leftover chicken, otherwise he’d have had to DEFROST the rest of what remained in the freezer, and frankly, that required TOO much effort. As he checks to see if the chicken is properly HEATED through, he glances over his shoulder in Lizzie’s general DIRECTION, listening as she speaks. Brows LIFT in amusement as he turns back to the stove, already STIRRING as he moves to add the rest into the pot. “ I’m already making you something to EAT, what more do you want from me? ” He asks, the tone of his voice LIGHT.
Few minutes PASS as he lets the soup simmer, only moving ONCE to check to see if Lizzie’s managed to FINISH the water he gave her. Not quite yet, but it’s a GOOD start. It’s not LONG before he’s pulling out bowls, ladling soup into each one before RETURNING to the couch. Steam RISES from the bowls, a reminder NOT to touch as he places them on the coffee table. “ How’re you feeling? ” He asks now that he’s succeeded in placing the bowls on the table WITHOUT spilling anything.
This blog is PRIVATE & SELECTIVE. What this means is that I write with MUTUALS only, and I don’t always follow everyone who follows me.
Now this certainly doesn’t mean I dislike you or your character. I have quite a few blogs that follow me that seem perfectly lovely, and who clearly have put a lot of time into their characters. I just don’t have the time to properly dedicate to figuring out how our characters could interact. Moreover, I suffer from anxiety that’s usually heightened by how cluttered my dash is, so bear with me if I don’t follow you back.
Remember there’s no obligation to continue following me if you don’t get a follow in return, your dash is also meant to be a happy place for you. But please refrain from unfollowing and refollowing to get your name on my dash — this will lead to you being blocked before it earns you a follow.
PET PEEVES & TRIGGERS.
First, let me say that I am 100% meme loving trash – my tag is full of them and sending me a meme is one of the easiest ways for us to get our characters interacting. That being said, if you’d like to turn our meme into a thread, COPY AND PASTE IT INTO A NEW POST.
I’m remarkably SLOW when it comes to replies. Tthere are some days where I won’t have the motivation to jump online. While I don’t mind being asked about a thread, please don’t pester me to reply. Odds are it’ll push my motivation further away, and it can easily make me not want to continue the thread. This is a hobby! Let’s keep it fun c:
All physical fights MUST be cleared by me. Unless we know each other well, there isn't any exception to this rule.
SHIPPING.
I am very open to all ships! However, I do play Will as being heterosexual. This isn’t meant to be discriminatory in any way, my muse merely has no interest in men, those who present male, or those who identify as male.
I will RARELY, if ever, be okay with cheating. That being said, any and all ships I have will be taking place in DIFFERENT verses.
Despite being interested in shipping , never force a ship on me. I ship based on chemistry and whether I think our characters could have some sort of future (seeing as how Will is old-fashioned. ) If you try to force a ship on me, our thread will likely be dropped and continued behaviors may force me to unfollow.
Also friendships are equally, if not more, important than ships to me. Don’t hesitate to do a brotp vs. an otp, ja feel? I wind up treasuring those friendships.
TAGGING.
Muses and mun are all 21+. Some nsfw material may appear on this blog. All nsfw posts will be tagged with #NSFW. S/N: I will not write smut with anyone under the age of eighteen.
Due to the nature of the world in which my muse lives, there may be violence, murder, crude content, and swearing on this blog. Do keep in mind the sort of blog you’re following. For example, if you fear the open ocean, this likely isn’t the best blog to be following.
I will likely never reblog anything involving self harm, suicidal idealization, or eating disorders. If you'd like me to tag a trigger that you may have, please don't hesitate to let me know (in a nice way, don't be an asshole about it). Triggers will be tagged as #TRIGGER CW.
DISCLAIMERS.
I am not Orlando Bloom, nor am I in any way affiliated with Pirates of the Caribbean. While I do not claim to own William Turner as a character, the writing on this page is strictly my own.
The icons on this blog are made by ME and are not to be taken. Theft is theft, and though my character appreciates aspects of piracy, I certainly do not. Please refrain. My current theme was edited for me by hangthrules, the base code is from agirlingrey.
verses
CANON.
AU VERSES.
PRIVATE.
ONLY A BLACKSMITH. ( pre cotbp. )
With no family or title to speak of, William Turner has made his life in Port Royal by working hard and keeping his head down. Societal expectations are quite high in this small town, and as a result, Will attempts to abide by them around those of high status as he knows reputation is everything. However, he does find it in himself to let loose with the friends he’s made around the town, those whom he trusts.
PIRATE IS IN YOUR BLOOD. ( cotbp. )
Will’s life is completely disrupted by the arrival of pirates in Port Royal, and turned on it’s head when they leave with Elizabeth Swann as their captive. Unable to wait for the navy to locate the woman he loves, Will enlists the help of Captain Jack Sparrow to find the Black Pearl. Unaware of what he’s walking into, Will eventually learns that his father was a pirate and that he willingly left his family for piracy. Unsure of how to handle the new information that his father was a pirate, Will squashes down any current hatred in exchange for finding Elizabeth. Nevermind that it requires acts of piracy as well, Will follows after Captain Jack Sparrow and learns a bit more about himself than he would’ve liked.
A PIRATES LIFE FOR ME ( dmc )
Will’s determination to remain what he considers a good man is put to the test when Lord Beckett demands he find Jack Sparrow’s compass in exchange for his and Elizabeth’s freedom. With no choice but to delve back into the world of piracy, Will faces obstacles in the forms of navigating the seas, encountering cannibals, and going up against Davy Jones himself. During his run in with Jones, Will finds his father aboard the Flying Dutchman, and promises to save his soul no matter the cost.
NO CAUSE IS LOST. ( awe )
After Jack’s death, Will believes that any chance to save his father is lost along with his friend. However, Tia Dalma relays that there is a way to save both Jack and the Pearl, leading Will to do what must be done to bring the man back. Embracing what it means to be a pirate, Will begins placing his interests and goals above those of his crew. His actions and those of his fiance cause a large gap between the pair, one that isn’t explained until Jack is saved. Even so, the damage seems to be irreparable.
A PRICE MUST BE PAID IN THE END. ( post awe )
During the fight between The Brethren Court and the East India Trading Company, Will Turner lost his life at the hands of Davy Jones. With the help of Jack Sparrow, Will was able to stab the heart of Jones, and became the new Captain of the Flying Dutchman. Now, it is his responsibility to ferry the souls of the dead from this world to the next, a task he takes quite seriously. Though he and Elizabeth were married during the battle they knew might have ended their lives, Will could never ask Elizabeth to wait for him during the ten years it would take him to return to her. After their one day together, Will told Elizabeth to find her freedom, and in doing so also freed himself.
THEY'LL COME BACK TO YOU. ( alt. ending )
When all hope seemed lost, Bootstrap Bill found a way to break through the Dutchman’s hold on him and stab the heart of Davy Jones. Narrowly saving Will’s life and helping to end what might have been a full blown battle, Bootstrap became the rightful Captain of the Flying Dutchman. This left Will truly free in a way he hadn’t been before, and now the world is his for the taking.
IN THIS TWILIGHT HOW DARE YOU SPEAK OF GRACE. ( post awe ; dark verse )
Despite Will’s intentions of ferrying souls and remaining a good man, the harsh realities of being surrounded by death eventually wormed their way into his heart. Unable to fight against the darkness that clouded him, Will has become as dark and twisted as Davy Jones once was, if not worse. Cruel and unforgiving, William Turner has sacrificed his crew for a new one, eliminating his father in the process.
THIS WORLD OF LITTLE CONSEQUENCE. ( modern )
After the death of both of his parents, Will Turner was placed into foster care. Despite the usual struggles that came with living in the system, Will managed to find work doing small jobs around London. Working as a handyman hasn’t left him rolling in money, but he’s able to afford a small apartment on the outskirts of the city. It serves him well, and he’s rather prideful of having something to call his own.
HOME IS BEHIND ; THE WORLD AHEAD ( lotr/the hobbit )
After Captain Jack Sparrow was killed by Davy Jones’ kraken, Will and a few others embark on a journey to bring said Captain back. Though successful, returning to the land of the living proves to be something of a challenge. During this process, Will winds up losing his hold on the ship he’s on as she’s pulled through to the world she belongs in. For all Will knows, one moment he was aboard the Black Pearl, and the next, he’s sputtering by a river that cut through a landscape unlike any he’s seen before. One thing’s for certain – he certainly isn’t home anymore.
BE YOUR OWN ANCHOR. ( teen wolf )
Although his father was a notorious werewolf hunter, Will Turner has abandoned any sense of hunting in favor of protecting young wolves who are still learning to restrain themselves. Traveling the country in search of those who need help, Will finds himself in Beacon Hills, where werewolf activity seems to be quite high. It is there that he must discover who is truly and need and who is killing for the sake of fun, forcing him to decide whether or not to pick up his gun again or not.
THERE ARE NO WINNERS ; ONLY SURVIVORS. ( the hunger games )
A mechanic in District 3, Will Turner has only ever known poverty and the struggle of staying alive. Having lost his mother to starvation, Will learned quickly that the world he lived in was flawed. When sparks of the rebellion first began, Will came across as unfazed, though he paid close attention to what was being said. Once the world was thrown into chaos, he followed a group that led him to District 13.
UNTIL SUCH TIME AS THE WORLD ENDS. ( marvel )
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THIEVES AND BEGGARS. ( black sails )
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YTHE FIRE FOUND A HOME IN ME.
Based off of this poem, hiding within a single man is the soul of a dragon reborn, stuffed into a smaller frame and asked to survive. With a single task in mind, Will seeks out the princess he’d taken as a dragon, taken and set free to the best of his abilities. Obvious struggles stand before them, such as getting her to believe his story. But he’s determined, and after all – she’d recognize her dragon anywhere.
VERSE PARTNER: brookesmxrt
FOR EVEN CASTLES MUST ONE DAY CRUMBLE
Sir William Turner is a knight, sworn to serve the Argent family against any enemy that should attempt to cause them harm. A narrow encounter with a prior attack has left them all on edge, and Will begins to notice changes in the princess, a newfound determination perhaps. It takes him some time to catch on, but the small cuts that litter her fingers and a missing dagger alerts him to her attempted training. Instead of scolding her, Will finds himself wanting to help her. As time goes on, this need to protect Allison steadily grows stronger.
VERSE PARTNER: darkinherheart
WHEN SHE LAUGHS YOU FORGET WHAT IT MEAN TO LIVE IN DARKNESS.
William Turner has roamed the Earth for nearly 300 years, an immortal being among mere men. After becoming Captain of the Flying Dutchman, he’d done everything his new title asked for. As the years continued to pass and need for the Dutchman soon dwindled before vanishing entirely, Will lived on. Waiting for his end was fruitless, and so he was forced to accept his eternal fate. Watching as those he loved passed with no hope of ever joining them, Will distanced himself from the world around him. It isn’t until one day in modern London that he finds himself believing in fate again, when he comes across a woman that is the spitting image of Elizabeth Swann, the woman he’d loved and lost.
VERSE PARTNER: hangtherules
THEY TURNED TO ASH ALL THAT I ADORE
He’d been told that hope was a foolish thing, something that would never truly exist in a world ruled by the Capitol. And yet, he’d allowed himself to cling to it, to have faith in the mockingjay and all the rebellion stood for. It wasn’t until their bombs DEMOLISHED District 13 that Will’s fragile hope was changed from something solid to RUBBLE. Struggling to survive along with those who escaped the ruins, Will is trying to find something to believe in again. Despite everything, his struggles are nothing compared to the girl who’s lost everything – her cause, her fire, her sister.
VERSE PARTNER: unseenmockingjay
basic information
FULL NAME: william turner NICKNAME: will, whelp, the blacksmith AGE: 24 ( main verse ) BIRTH DATE: tba, 1721 NATIONALITY: english GENDER: male ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: heteroromantic SEXUAL ORIENTATION: heterosexual RELIGION: protestant ( non-practicing ) SPOKEN LANGUAGE: english OCCUPATION: blacksmith / pirate
relationships
PARENTS: bill & michelle turner ( both deceased ) SIBLINGS: none SIGNIFICANT OTHER: verse dependent; elizabeth swann CHILDREN: verse dependent; henry turner EXTENDED FAMILY: weatheryby swann ( father-in-law; deceased ) FRIENDS / ALLIES: anamaria, hector barbossa, james norrington, joshamee gibbs, marty, pintel, ragetti, tia dalma ENEMIES / ANIMOSITIES: cutler beckett, davy jones, edward teach, ian mercer, royal navy, sao feng
physical traits
EYE COLOUR: brown HAIR COLOUR: brown HEIGHT: 5'11" BODY BUILD: lean, muscular TATTOOS + PIERCINGS: n/a NOTABLE PHYSICAL TRAITS: strong jaw, scar on chest
phobias and disorders
PHOBIAS: losing himself MENTAL DISORDERS: ptsd WHEN WAS THIS DIAGNOSED?: undiagnosed
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