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#and they were co captains

fandom-animals · 1 year

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I love how we as a fandom can just look at any image of some poor fucked-up looking thing and immediately think: "The Gentleman Pirate I presume."

#our flag means death #ofmd #i love this fandom #the gentleman pirate #the gentleman pirate i presume #stede bonnet #blackbeard #edward teach #gentlebeard #stede x edward #and they were co captains

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shiplessoceans · 2 years

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It is the year 2026. You are watching the finale of Our Flag Means Death. A soldier on the deck of a warship is standing watch when they hear a noise behind them. Wheeling around they come face to face with the blades of two swords less than an inch away from their nose.

We see the soldiers POV and the camera focus shifts from the blades of the swords to the men that weild them.

It's our favourite co-captains.

Stede speaks to the frightened soldier.

"Drop your weapon or taste cold steel."

Ed nods. "I'd do what he says mate, he's a dangerous character this one."

They side eye and smirk at each other.

Credits.

#manifesting this #ofmd #and they were co captains #blackbonnet #edward teach #our flag means death #ofmd spoilers #our flag means death spoilers

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lesbiansoncaffiene · 2 years

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OFMD Main Pairing Thoughts

Black Pete and Lucius - the sun ☀️

Bright, bold, obvious and unapologetic. Shining and carefree. Kind of innocent. Lightens up everything around it with its energy and good-naturedness. Feels like meeting you soulmate when you’re young and everyone doubts it’ll last but it does

Ed and Stede - the moon 🌙

Always changing, happens in phases, illuminated. Takes a while to reach its fullness. Carrier of secrets, has more depth than outsiders can see. Everyone watches it. Feels like the love that no one saw coming but no one is surprised it happened either.

Jim and Oluwande - the stars ⭐️

Black and white, feels old and familiar, slowburn, somehow extremely relatable. Two distinct parts coming together to make something beautiful. Feels like watching the Milky Way and Andromeda galaxies collide; slow motion, unstoppable, inevitable.

#it’s 1am help #ofmd #ofmd ships (ha)#our flag means death #our flag means gay #edward teach #blackbeard #stede bonnet #jim jimenez #they/them pirates!!#oluwande boodhari #black pete #lucius spriggs #gentlebeard #and they were CO CAPTAINS #ship dynamics #sky themed ship dynamics #i love them #if he doesn’t whittle you a new finger then is he really trying?

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stayforabittle · 9 months

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Ngozi out here saying that nurseydex is real but the silence around holsom is SO LOUD

#holsom is canon in my heart where it matters #ransom and holster: friends and lovers #and they were co captains #omgcheckplease

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burnt-scone · 2 years

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Can a lot of ofmd draw Stede like this

I'm being told that this is an insult to Rhys, because he has a ponytail and it must be some sort of insulting joke towards him. Like first it was passive aggressive comments towards me then she got misogynistic, so like I wanna spam her with drawings of Stede, and of Him and Ed kissing. I think its the mature thing to do.

#our flag means death #ofmd #stede bonnet #stede ofmd #ofmd crew #the crew #Captain Thomas #co captains #blackbeard x stede #and they were co captains #men can be pretty

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here-there-everyfuckenwhere · 2 years

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The man, the myth, the legend...Stede!

Oh this one was so so obvious to me for some reason-

Good Old Fashioned Lover Boy- Queen

Dining at the Ritz we'll meet at nine precisely I will pay the bill, you taste the wine Driving back in style in my saloon will do quite nicely Just take me back to yours that will be fine..

Send me a blorbo and I'll tell you a song I associate with them!

#ray rants and junk #ray watches ofmd #ofmd #our flag means death #queen #stede bonnet #blackbonnet #gentlebeard #i was waiting for someone to send me this ask lol #i just KNEW this would be The Song for stede #stede/ed #ed/stede #the gentleman pirate #Blackbeard x stede #stede x blackbeard #rhys darby #taika waititi #david jenkins #and they were co captains

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sonch · 2 years

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and they were trying to convince me these bitches were not gay.

#and they were co captains #omg they were co captains #the mystery of the third planet #gay #gay captains #ofmd

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muffinlance · 1 year

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Would you be willing to do one where the g'aang meets zuko with his dragons and is like? Wtf? Because I would appreciate the image of aang seeing thw dragons and going, can I pet em, while sokka or katara is like, can I fight dragons? No, no I cannot, and the other is going, not evil fire lord, bet. Please?

(Continued from parts one, two, and three.)

“My older brother should have had the throne, of course,” said the man Aang had come to meet. “But he was still mourning for his son, when… Well, when I think of it now, it was the beginning. My father, poisoned in his bedchambers. My wife, missing in the night. It took me years to piece together what must have happened. It was unthinkable, for a child so young to…”

Aang swallowed thickly, his hands balls on his legs. “Zuko… did all that?”

“When he was younger than you are now. There was always something wrong with that child,” former Fire Lord Ozai said, from between the ruin of his twisted lips in his scared face. Aang wasn’t sure how much farther the scaring extended, but… but he could see it creeping down under the man’s collar, emerging again on his hands. “I was not—I am not—a good man, Avatar Aang. I know that. I was like King Kuei, sheltered in my palace, unaware of the true extent of this war. A spare prince; I was never meant to rule. Neither was he. But obstacles were removed from his path, one by one, until I was the only one who stood in his way. I was not a good man, Avatar. But I would never try to kill my own father.”

“Thank you for speaking with me,” Aang said. “And… I accept your offer, Sifu Ozai.”

Sokka and Katara shifted behind him, uneasily. Long Feng gave no sign as to his opinion, beyond being the one to make this meeting with the Fire Nation’s rebel leader possible. But there were very few firebenders not under Fire Lord Zuko’s control. Aang had to learn from someone. And… at least Ozai understood, how dangerous fire could be.

* * *

Earth King Kuei had thrown out the treaty his advisors had spent so long negotiating, and slapped together his own private agreement with Fire Lord Zuko after only a few days; Ba Sing Se and the eastern part of the continent were left intact and under Kuei’s reign, while the western coast was handed off to the Fire Nation as tribute.

The North Pole’s borders remained closed.

The South had been the first nation pressed into an end-of-war treaty, while the Fire Lord’s dragons watched on.

The Air Nomads… if there were any left, still hiding somewhere, they hadn’t come out for Aang.

* * *

Master Yagoda wasn’t a fighter, and claimed that one world journey was quite enough for her lifetime. She’d remained in the South Pole after Aang’s training there was complete, to help her new tribe.

Long Feng’s responsibilities as the Earth Kingdom’s own rebel leader made it inadvisable for him to place himself in enemy hands. The Fire Lord and King Kuei were close; if Long Feng were taken prisoner, he would be handed off to Ba Sing Se for a quick trial, and likely a quicker execution.

Sifu Ozai’s injuries made it impossible for him to truly fight by Aang’s side, of course, even if he didn’t face an even swifter death than Long Feng should they be captured on Fire Nation soil.

But this was Aang’s job. He was the Avatar, so he had to do this. He had to give all the nations of the world a chance to grow, free from the Fire Lord’s enforced peace.

“We’re not leaving you now,” Katara said, placing a hand on his shoulder. Her brother mirrored her, a moment later.

They’d started as his escorts, in this terrifying new world. He’d trained under the same master Katara had; learned everything there was to know about healing, from Master Yagoda, who’d used the false peace to travel south. Healing was… it was so much better, than the training Sifu Long Feng had put him through, the precise way earthbending could be used to contain or kill. Or Sifu Ozai’s lessons, hard learned, about just how much fire it took to truly stop a fellow bender. At least Ozai had been sympathetic to Aang’s concerns, to the culture only he seemed to remember. Ozai didn’t want his son dead, either. He still loved him, even after what he’d done. He just… wanted him stopped.

Fire didn’t kill easily. But it could definitely stop someone. And then Aang could heal him, and just… keep him in jail. The Fire Lord had a little sister, kept hostage all these years, who Ozai thought might still be convinced to join them. She could be the new Fire Lord, with Ozai as her regent. And then the Earth King’s main ally would be gone, and Long Feng could go back to reclaim his home for the people, instead of the nobility who’d grown rich on war without ever stepping foot outside of their walled inner city.

And. And Aang could travel, and relearn this world, and practice his healing more. That was what the world really needed: healing.

But it was like Yagoda had taught him. Sometimes a break had to be reset, before it could really heal.

* * *

It was… really easy, getting into the Fire Nation palace. They rolled Appa in soot, and came in the night. Landed on a roof. Entered through an upper window on an inner courtyard, where guards wouldn’t think to stand watch. The Fire Nation had uncontested aerial supremacy, after all.

They knew where the Fire Lord’s rooms were; they were Ozai’s old ones. They were also very empty. Which they’d been warned about, because apparently the Fire Lord did his best evil planning at night when his advisors couldn’t reign him in.

There was the flicker of candlelight under the sliding doors to his office. And… no guards. Which led to a round of is-this-the-right-place looks shared between them, but. This was where the map Ozai had given them said to go. So they had another round of looks, with resolute nods this time, and then Katara was sliding open the door as he and Sokka ran in and…

…And a very tired looking servant was standing in front of a desk, shuffling papers around like there was something he’d missed in them. His long hair was partially tied up in a frazzled bun, but mostly down his back. He blinked at them through a pair of glasses that were almost an exact match for the ones in fashion at King Kuei’s court, like he’d gotten them from the same artisan. And also there were some ink stains on his face, like maybe he’d fallen asleep on some still-drying documents. So… maybe a scribe?

“Where’s the Fire Lord?” Sokka demanded, club raised.

“...I can see the family resemblance,” said the servant, who had turned fully to face them, and oh. He… had the Fire Lord’s scar. And there was the Fire Lord’s crown, being used as a paperweight at the edge of the desk.

“Does Chief Hakoda know his children are here to assassinate his ally—” Fire Lord Zuko said.

“ ‘Ally’ is a little strong,” interrupted Sokka.

“—Or do the Water Tribes have their own ‘rebel leader’ now?”

“ ‘Assassinate’ is a little strong, too,” Aang said softly, shuffling his feet, his hands tight around his staff.

The Fire Lord stared at him a moment. “...Ah. So my father would prefer that you maim me, and drop me in a dark cell for the rest of my life?”

“Umm.”

Zuko stared, and stared, and then pushed up his glasses and rubbed at his eyes. “Listen. Can we just… reschedule this?”

“Reschedule,” Katara repeated. “This.”

“You haven’t attacked me yet, so this isn’t technically a diplomatic incident. It’s just… a scheduling conflict?”

Sokka snorted, and then looked vaguely angry at himself. Katara elbowed him. Aang kept gripping his glider, but maybe a little less tightly.

“We got news of an earthquake on Shojima not even two candlemarks ago,” the Fire Lord said, sliding his glasses back down. “Which means the tsunami is on its way to the main coast by now, if it hasn’t hit already, and I need to get these out if the relief supplies are going to be on their way by morning. So we can either have a really fast assassination attempt and then I have to add ‘explain to the world why the Fire Lord killed the Avatar and a nation’s heirs’ to my schedule sometime this week. Or we can talk first, but I don’t have time for that, so can we reschedule this to…”

And the very evil Fire Lord turned away from them to begin shuffling through his papers.

“First,” Sokka said, pointing a finger at the teenager, “Aang would be more than a quick fight, rude. Second: I’m still working on the second, but seriously, rude. And third, what do you mean you’d put our fiery-death-explanations into your schedule sometime this week?”

The Fire Lord didn’t seem to be listening. But he’d apparently found his appointment book, so that was good? Except for all the flipping.

“I can do… lunch tomorrow? If you’re okay with actually eating while we talk. I’m not allowed to skip meals, or Captain Izumi cancels my appointments ‘for national security’.”

Sokka slowly lowered down his pointing finger.

“Talking would be good,” Aang said. “I like talking.”

And then they got to meet Captain Izumi, which was a lot scarier than meeting the Fire Lord.

And then they realized that what they’d thought was vaguely tacky dragon-print paneling along two walls was actual dragon skin and this wasn’t an office it was an open-air veranda and—

“Quick fight” might have been an accurate prediction, yes.

More accurate than Sifu Ozai’s map.

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#Zuko’s Guards Five Minutes Later Back From Getting Him More Parchment: And then you… rescheduled your assassination #Azula: Ah the power of being an idiot #And Father thinks he can control me as regent?#that's adorable #Meanwhile the Gaang: Wow this heavily guarded suite of rooms is WAY nicer than the refurbished chamber that was once bad #Ran and Shaw: were sleeping this entire time #the sounds of Zuko shuffling papers and making unhappy mouth-noises are their usual nighttime serenade #the sound of Captain Izumi firmly berating her Fire Lord for co-scheduling work with meals is not #sleepy dragons yawn and look in #Sokka sees no scheduling conflicts down their maws #Avatar The Last Airbender #atla #Zuko #Aang #Hello Dragons Here

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illustoryart · 1 year

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Co-captains quarters 🏴‍☠️🏳️‍🌈 Can you find all the Easter eggs on this pic? ^_~ Should be something around 30! 😅

Also it's a commission art! One of the most challenging yet 😳💪 If you want to commission something as crazy as this - please DM me :D Commissions rates here: ko-fi.com/illustory/commissions

#our flag means death #ofmd fanart #ofmd stede #ofmd blackbeard #and they were co-captains!#stede bonnet #edward teach #commission

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lunarw0rks · 6 months

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thought of some sad lore for co!parent!price :(

he's a widower. and they experienced fertility problems when they were together, so his attitude toward children/family life had changed dramatically.

they both tried everything to conceive. injections, meds, treatments, etc, etc.

so... when that baby showed up on his doorstep, he wasn't sure how to feel. all the memories coming back to him at once; his wife and her death. and how they wanted children so terribly.

then he wonders, if she hadn't passed, could she have gotten pregnant, by some miracle? would they have one child? two? another on the way?

if life hadn't been so cruel, ripping her from him, would he be on the right track?

the little face, bundled in a blanket, staring up at him with bug eyes. and those little hands, playing with the only toy she had. domestic life seemed so far from price — impossible, even.

but his protective instincts prevailed. those paternal aches consume him completely when he picks up the infant, feeling her nuzzle his buff chest. the small, high-pitched coo she made when he planted a kiss on her delicate forehead.

that emptiness, filled halfway when he embraces an innocent thing that's never felt the cruelty of life and death. the other half would never be entirely filled — his wife would always be gone, never to be replaced the same way.

but it was then that he realized, he could still try. moving on from her wasn't betrayal. it was progress. the life he deserved, being a father, a pure protector for an abandoned child.

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