types of story that different black sails characters think they're in:
jack: typical underdog overcoming unbeatable odds story; he is the main character and the show is 100% about him and his joseph campbell hero's journey. he is like achilles seeking eternal glory. he is also like gilgamesh, seeking immortality because he's afraid of death
flint: one of those fairytale retelling stories from the villain's pov; he is the fire-breathing dragon/big bad wolf/wicked witch that his village has ostracized, chased out of his home with pitchforks and torches because they feared him and what he is and what he stands for. he knows that in another show, a more popular show, the story would be told from the pov of the villagers about the dangers that lie beyond the village walls and into the forest...but this is HIS show and in HIS show HE is the one that survived the villagers not the other way around and HE is the one that has been wronged and he WILL see them pay for it
miranda: at first she thinks she is the witty and cunning heroine of a regency period romance novel. she is critical of high society and it's archaic and sexist traditions, turns her nose up at the institution of marriage and yet against all odds finds a true partner in thomas. she thinks herself happier and smarter than her peers, for finding a way to explore her sexuality freely and still keep her high status. she is caught in a whirlwind romance with a handsome naval officer and well....then her story turns into a tragedy and a decade caught in lifeless loveless joyless limbo where she is sidelined into the background of someone else's story
max: overly aware that she is in A Story and that she is Not The Main Character; the spotlight is never on her, she will never take centre stage. in fact, she is in the wings, or perhaps watching the show from the back of the theatre as the stage manager, setting the scene and directing others to pull ropes, shine lights, open and close the curtains so that other actors can strut and fret their way around the stage
billy: revenge quest story! thinks he is the good guy, there to protect his friends and get revenge on the tyrant who killed his father. gains some genre awareness and realizes that he is not, in fact, the main character, but rather a side character caught in a romance between his captain and quartermaster and if he really wants to survive he's really gotta break them up
madi: a story of hope told around a campfire, passed on from generation to generation so people don't forget about the time that an island of maroons stood up to a seemingly eternal and unbeatable empire. some days, it's a cautionary tale, on how volatile solidarity can be with divisions like class, race and gender .... or how revolution necessitates violence that people who are comfortable in their oppression rather not pay... but no empire lasts forever and nothing is inevitable. the story sticks in the hearts and minds of future revolutionaries and someday someone somewhere will pick up the torch and continue the fight
season 1 walrus crew: workplace comedy
silver: [redacted]
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@wolfstarmicrofic March 20 – prompt 20: Manegro Potion – word count 482
Manegro Potion - Causes hair on drinker's head to grow out rapidly
“You look stunning, domina mea,” Peter bowed with a flourish as the door to the Head Girl bedroom opened.
“You’re not so bad yourself, Senator,” Cornelia smiled, bending down to kiss him.
They walked hand in hand to the portrait hole at the entrance of Gryffindor Tower and stopped a couple of minutes to rearrange both their togas and the laurel crowns Peter had made by hand that afternoon.
“My last Gryffindor costume party,” Cornelia sighed. “I can’t believe it.”
“Don’t think about it, baby,” Peter kissed her. “Let’s just enjoy ourselves tonight.”
The Common Room was packed with people, all busy drinking, chatting, dancing and trying to guess who other people were dressed as. Marlene was in the middle of the dance floor, dressed as David Bowie, while Dorcas, dressed as Morgan Le Fay, was ogling her from the corner. Lily and Mary, both in full ABBA getup, were sharing a bowl of popcorn near the fireplace and giggling.
“Is your friend… Dressed up as your other friend?”
Peter followed Cornelia’s gaze and snorted at the sight of James, in heavy boots, tight jeans, a Bowie tank top and black leather jacket, sitting on the couch next to a very puzzled Regulus Black. James’s hair was longer as well, and he had pulled it back in a bun with his wand through it like Sirius often did.
“So that’s where the Manegro Potion we brew in Potions last week went,” Peter chuckled. “Drink?”
Cornelia nodded and he quickly went and got a couple of Butterbeers from the table by the window, but as he was handing Cornelia hers he saw her mouth fall open as her eyes looked over his head.
“Merlin and Morgana both,” she breathed.
Peter turned around to see Remus walk in the room from the stairs to their dorm. He was dressed in deep blue velvet with silver embroidering, tight trousers shaping his long legs and a cape hanging from his shoulders.
“Prince Charming exists then,” Cornelia said.
“Definitely,” Peter agreed.
“You know I love you, but if he so much as smiles to me tonight you’ll give me a pass,” she added, taking a sip from her Butterbeer.
“As long as you do the same if he smiles at me instead,” Peter added.
He was still staring at Moony’s legs when Sirius’s voice echoed from the stairs.
“My prince! Wherefore art thou?”
A couple of seconds later, Sirius made his entrance, the back of one hand on his forehead and the other keeping the hem of a floor-length silver dress away from his feet.
“Here, beloved,” Remus smiled, kissing Sirius’s hand and twirling him around.
Peter noticed only then that Sirius’s usually luscious hair was way longer than usual, gathered in a complicated braid that fell past his waist, interlaced with flowers.
“I stand corrected,” he said. “That’s where all the Manegro Potion we brew went.”
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