#Madi is a badass

[heycarrots]

Reading Between the Lines is Back!!!

Stitched With its Color by @etoilesombre

We’re live on Spotify and Apple Podcasts!

Etoile and I discuss their beautiful Madi and Flint story, set moments after they find out that Silver is still alive. They manage to unveil Madi in a fresh new perspective and I take Madi’s distinctive accent out for a spin!

As always, the GORGEOUS cover art is the work of the brilliant @magicbubblepipe and commission sponsored by Mary, aka VVitchqueen!

[mantarayz]

i never should’ve shown my friends black sails this was a mistake please how do i go back in time and stop them from watching

[felysline]

📩 Simblr question of the day: Who's your biggest inspiration/s on Simblr? Mention them! Tell us why you like them!

thanks for the question, love! my inspirations on simblr are soooo many. but my biggest inspirations areee:

i) @farfallasims ⋆ madi creates one of the most amazing soft-glam simming styles that exudes the perfect elegance, and the quality of the aesthetic + screenies are chef's kiiisss! even before becoming an active simblr, i've always adored madi and her gameplay. ii) @aashwarr ⋆ MY BIGGEST GAMEPLAY INSPIRATIONNNN. ashley has me wrapped around her finger the time she starts the discover university lp. i love chasity, i love cameron, i loooove how the gameplay and the simblr updates are done, and they're sooo realistic. my first posts of cam and ado, esp the one at the pool are heavily inspired by chasity and cameron's posts during chasity's b'day. moreoveeerr, queen ashley creates such gorggg builds and sims. like seriously, what can i ask more? iii) @rimings ⋆ miss rimings is my most favorite clothing cc maker eveeeerrrr 🥺💗 she creates the prettiest chic slash preppy cc women clothes with high-end brands and beautiful colors. special shoutout to how her ccs are organized cuz nothing stands out on my cas more than her ccs. and they're not like the clothes that will just sit on your mods folder for nothing! believe it or not, you'll find yourself using at least 80% of her contents soon or later. they're very functional slash useful and pretty. iv) @largetaytertots ⋆ miss tayyyy, ahhh! i've been helped to such an extent during my early sim-four-ing days (which is last year) because she creates the most helpful videos regarding aesthetic gameplays, useful mods, realistic cc finds, and soo many more. like if i didn't see her contents, i might've not gotten to this point. so much love to miss taytay. v) @babyetears ⋆ another favorite women clothing cc makeeer! babyetears create the most badass slash quirky women clothing ccs that are suitable for y2k aesthetics and i looove that so much. i mostly use their ccs for my sims who are like,, #.asian_babygirls, gamers, twitch-streamers, baddie babies, youtubers, and the list goes on. what i love more about them is the fact that they also create the cutest and hottest nsfw fits! so adorable, really. vi) @rhdweauni0 ⋆ my favorite sims makerr! i wouldn't be dwelling in sims four this deep if it wasn't for any sims they created. the women sims? slayed. the men sims? slapped. literally the hottest sims maker i've ever seen (not exaggerated).

y'all should check them all out! special mentions to my favorite simblrs since i've been here tooo @changingplumbob @miralure @mikachusblog @aurorangen @youredreamingofroo @swallowprettybird @cordeliaspromenade @bumblebeessims @cherryberry-nb

[theredontbedragons]

I ask of you the impossible. Top 5 Black Sails scenes please!

Noooooo I’ve been reverse-UNO’d!!

Okay let’s see.. I’m going in chronological order, because no way am I ranking these:

1. S2E1 - Infiltrating ‘the fucking warship’. “What the FUCK did you think was going to happen?!”

2. S2E5 - Miranda handing Flint his past, followed by *The Kiss* and just utter softness.

3. S3E8 - Calico speech/carriage hi-Jack-ing. “You and I were neck and neck in this race right till the end. But, Jesus, did I make up a lot of ground to catch you.”

4. S3E8 - Madi being a badass telling Silver to get his shit together. “When I speak, my men listen, and they do as I say.” “You can imagine the restraint it took for me not to let my people loose…I will fight this thing rising up in me eager to see more blood spilled today.”

5. S3E10 - Campfire chat. “Would you tell me?” “I wouldn’t be so worried.”

(Plus, you know.. shark hunting, Madi’s ‘chorus of voices’ speech, Max being whip-smart in every step, Anne swimming between ships, Flint reunited with Thomas.. the whole show??)

[animmortalist]

my fics masterlist

Here is a masterlist of all of my fics sorted by fandom. This will be updated as fics are posted and updated. Here is the link to my ao3 profile.

the sea is a good place (to think of the future): complete ship: bellarke

Private Clarke Griffin was presumed dead in the act of saving her squad during their deployment in war-torn Azgeda. For six years and seven days, Bellamy believed he’d lost her, never saying how he truly felt about her. But then, a miracle. Bellamy discovers that Clarke’s alive, and coming home, and she’s not alone. But six years in captivity is a long time, and there’s so much for the both of them to confront. It will take everything they have to do it, but there’s hope. There’s the possibility for them to heal. And hopefully not only that, but to heal together.

my sky's not blue, it's violent rain: complete ship: bellarke

Bellamy's a spy for Mt. Weather, damning his soul in exchange for keeping Octavia alive. Then his latest assignment to infiltrate Griffin's Laboratories and get close to one Clarke Griffin changes everything. Suddenly, he doesn't have just one person he'd do anything to protect. If only she didn't hate him once she discovers the truth about him. To his utmost surprise though, she agrees to work with him to save his sister and bring down Mt. Weather. Betrayal might keep Bellamy and Clarke apart, but regardless of the lies and whirlwind of emotions, if they're going to succeed, they're in this together.

need you like water in my lungs: complete ship: bellarke

Years after Clarke left Bellamy heartbroken, they reunite in the worst of ways. They're a ship out to sea in a brewing storm, and while they both know this only ends in disaster, there's no way in hell either one of them is going to stop it.

Rock Bottom: wip ship: bellarke & murven

Echo and Bellamy get engaged, and it sets off a series of events Clarke could never predict. One moment, she’s sobbing about her supposed unrequited love for Bellamy, and the next, she and Murphy are kissing. It turns out while she’s been pining, so has Murphy, for Raven. The two decide if they’re gonna be heartbroken, then they might as well rely on one another at the same time. In a move that will impact the entire group in unexpected, drama-filled, and wild ways, the two decide, “fuck it,” and become friends with benefits. After all, what’s the worst that can happen? As it turns out, a lot.

Send Me on My Way: wip ship: bellarke & murven

Clarke and Raven despise Bellamy and Murphy in college. But that doesn’t stop them from sleeping with them when a party plus a round of Dance Dance Revolution leads to a whole lot more. 12 years later, Raven and Clarke are raising their daughters, Robin and Madi. They hope to keep the secret forever, and have accepted being alone in return. Of course, their kids, and fate, have other ideas.

Brokenness is a Form of Art: wip ship: bellarke & murven

An impulse. A prayer. A hope. Bellamy stays behind with Clarke as Praimfaya hits. And everything that happens after.

I Got You Babe: wip ship: bellarke & memori

Reports are coming in that The Primes have struck again, leaving yet another vault empty and a security team utterly confused as to how it happened. More to come in the latest development on the now ten year spree of robberies in Arkadia. Will The Primes ever be caught? Or will their reign continue for yet another year? John Murphy and Bellamy Blake, private investigators, and self-proclaimed badasses, figure the case of The Primes will lead to a key to the city or another award to put on their shelves. They count on their tact ability to root out criminals and best kept secrets. What that they don't count on are Emori Woodhouse and Clarke Griffin, tenacious investigative journalists who've been working the case for five years. They're not about to just let a couple of outsiders handle things, given their own personal ties to it. A disastrous first meeting sparks a game of wit and skill with a side of immature shenanigans. Then, the stakes are raised, and it's not just money on the line, but lives of innocents. They're forced to put aside their differences if they're going to even have a chance at solving this damn case. Once and for all.

It's All Happening: wip ship: bellarke

Bellamy Blake's dedicated to his sobriety and wife Gina. Clarke Griffin's dedicated to her next high and teetering on the edge of collapse. What they share is an all-encompassing love of music. As Clarke Griffin and The Six, they, along with Octavia, Harper, Monty, Murphy, and Miller, become legends. Against the glittering backdrop of the 1970s, the band will learn what being a rock god truly entails, and what happens when you find your soulmate at the exact wrong time.

Comeback Kids: wip ship: clurphy

Bellamy dies, and Clarke isn't sure how she's meant to make it in a world without her soulmate. Just as she and his best friend, Murphy, lose their grip on Bellamy, he starts appearing to them as a ghost. Clarke thinks there's no life for her without Bellamy, but Murphy's intent on showing her that it's still worth living, even amongst the pain. He helps Clarke heal and have hope once more, all while talking to his dead friend, convincing him that they'll survive. Though he knows neither one of them will ever be whole again, he thinks things might be okay, one day. If only he and Clarke didn't fall in love, like proper idiots.

devils roll the dice, angels roll their eyes: bellarke & josibriel: oneshot

first the parent-teacher association, then the world: memori: oneshot

i'll stop the world and melt with you: bellarke: oneshot

For the History Books: bellarke: oneshot

the art of imprinting on "platonic" soulmates: bellarke: oneshot

got a lucky one: bellarke: oneshot

Walking with a Ghost: bellarke: oneshot

get punched for the love club: murphamy: oneshot

Body Talk: bellarke: oneshot

we were something, don't you think so?: bellarke, memori, clurphy: oneshot

In the Daylight: clurphy: oneshot

Gotta Wait for You Baby: bellarke: oneshot

the most i could give you is nothing at all: bellarke: oneshot

Your Needs, My Needs: complete ship: daisybilly

Six years after that fateful show in Chicago, Ellemar Records calls in on the band's unfulfilled contracts, forcing Daisy, Billy and the rest of the band to grapple with their past and present. But it also might be able to help them save their futures. It's 1983, and Daisy Jones and The Six aren't done just yet.

would it be better if our love wasn't defined by our art?: complete ship: daisybilly

Daisy finds her hope and belief in love and life in October of 1977. Five years later, Billy struggles to cling onto his own. When they reunite at Warren’s wedding in the summer of 1982, both of their lives change forever all over again.

Living Proof: wip ship: daisybilly

Daisy’s life is almost perfect, right up until the moment it isn’t. When her childhood best friend, and burgeoning rockstar husband, Graham gets cancer, everything falls apart. The only person who understands what she’s going through is Billy, even though they’ve never liked one another. And then, because her world isn’t broken enough, she and Billy do something unforgivable. They fall in love.

All This and Heaven Too: wip ship: daisybilly

Daisy and Billy don’t leave the band after Chicago. Instead, The AURORA world-tour continues with a newly sober Daisy, and a Billy who’s spiraling further and further out of control. Leaving is easy. It turns out that staying is the hard thing.

this modern love (it kills me): wip ship: daisyeddie

In which Daisy doesn't leave the band after that night in Chicago, might just find peace, and somehow...Falls in love.

Hungry All the Time: wip ship: daisybilly

Twenty years after Chicago, Billy knocks and Daisy answers. But nothing is ever that simple for them. For I feel my only crime is being hungry all the time In every possible definition of that word

You've Haunted Me All My Life: daisybilly: oneshot

Don't Leave Me Here Alone: daisybilly: oneshot

I Never Was the Best to You: daisybilly: oneshot

Like a Full on Rainstorm: daisybilly: oneshot

Just What I Needed: daisybilly: oneshot

Would I Have You in My Dreams Tonite?: daisybilly: oneshot

stone me, stone me, stone but i love her still: daisybilly: oneshot

it feels good to be known so well: daisybilly: oneshot

and i will hold on to you: daisybilly: oneshot

This Godforsaken Mess: complete ship: chenford

When world-renowned actress Lucy Chen and small-town bookstore owner Tim Bradford fall backwards into an affair, they both wish desperately they could let the other go. But they can't. Not when they're falling, no matter how reluctantly, in hopeless, all-encompassing, love.

in the middle of the night (when i'm in this dream): wip ship: chenford

When the dam finally breaks between Lucy and Tim, she thinks it’s the start of something. And she’s right. Just not in the way she first thought. Because Ashley seeks to get back together with Tim by proposing. And then, too late to take back telling him to say yes, Lucy finds out she’s pregnant. The whole situation is doomed from the start, but somehow, they just might beat the odds, and be something neither one of them could’ve seen coming: A family.

glue me in the arms of she who loves me: wip ship: chenford

Lucy and Tim’s relationship falls to pieces on a Wednesday. It burns up until it's ash. As if it was never alive in the first place. Neither one of them believe there is any coming back from this. That their story is a tragic one. But there just might be a chance. One that they’ll have to fight tooth and nail for, but it exists. It will take everything they have, but they might be able to save themselves, save each other and bring their love back to life.

I Just Wanna Be Held in a Particular Way: chenford: oneshot

As a Blonde: chenford: oneshot

Have You in a Secret Life: chenford: oneshot

Such an Old-Fashioned Word: wip ship: devil's minion

Enter stage right: Armand, last name unknown. The mysterious Broadway director fresh off sweeping the Tonys, and who’s intent on adapting the musical genius of the rock band, Dark Gift, into a new musical. On stage left: Daniel Molloy, frontman for the long-disbanded and yet beloved Dark Gift. He’s here to make sure Armand doesn’t ruin his legacy, well, that and the free drinks. If they’re drawn to the other for completely different reasons, some of which might live only in the past, so be it.

*note: I am no longer writing for this fandom

lay all your love on me: buddie: oneshot

i keep these longings locked: buddie: oneshot

Who Am I to Complain?: wip ship: nace

Nancy and Ace haven't spoken or seen each other in nearly five years, but when Nancy's forced to return to Horseshoe Bay, she must reckon with what, and who, she left behind. She's nothing short of a disaster, and to her anguish, Ace isn't faring much better. And even if she still loves him, still feels an undeniable pull toward him, she knows they can't. For so many reasons, but the most important one is what they lost. Who they lost. Only there's no staying away. Not for Nancy. Not for Ace. Their love may be hopeless, but Nancy and Ace aren't new to that. If anything, it makes them daring to try all that more tempting. If only there was a curse to break or a wraith to defeat. Instead, there's just the two of them, trying, together.

it may not be much (but we do what we can): wip ship: nace

Nancy expects a lot of things when she links her soul to a demon in order to save her friends' lives. What she doesn’t expect is for him to be so…Himself. And for her to fall in love with said demon.

Your Tapestry That I Shred: nace: oneshot

*note: I am no longer writing for this fandom

you're just like a dream: upstead: oneshot

ttyl: upstead: oneshot

Sugar, We're Goin' Down Swinging: wip ship: kanej, helnik, wesper

The Crows were the biggest post-punk band of the late 90s. They toured stadiums and cities around the world. Then, at the height of their fame, they broke apart, the members vowing to never see one another again. It's been five years since then, and Kaz tells himself he doesn't miss the fame or the music. More than that, that he doesn't miss Inej. But when Nina bursts back into his life with the prospect of one final tour, a revival to rescue them all from their debts and demons, Kaz finds himself unable to refuse. It's a disaster waiting to happen, but since when have the six of them walked away from that?

I Believe in Us: kanej: oneshot

[madisonbeersource]

the thing i loved the most in her new M/V, is the fact that the new Needy (u know, Jennifer’s best friend in the movie) is like a baddie…?

I mean, in the movie, Needy is sooo shy, and unconfident and needy HOWEVER in the M/V she’s a bad bitch, she seems confident and the fact Jennifer (Madi) has a crush on her confirms my theory

periodt 👄

Needy is very badass towards the ending when the demon part of her takes over and she gets revenge on the bastards who killed her friend!

but I agree i felt like jennifer and needy felt like real partners in crime idk if you know it but kind of life is strange max & chloe vibe you know!!

THIS MUSIC VIDEO IS EVERYTHING

[klarieona]

John Murphy x fem!reader

the reader gets arrested with John and they get separated in the sky box and when they get sent to the ground they reunite

“Get out of my way” I yelled as I pushed through all the kids running and play I was trying to find John, he had a few more months before they executed him so he had to be down here. “Y/n” I heard someone say “John” I said happy to see my boyfriend, people got what’s as happening and moved out of they way. We both ran to each other and met half way “I thought I would never see you again” I said so only he could hear “well you can’t get rid of me that easy” John said I could almost feel the smirk on his face. Every one started to clap and cheer who would have thought a bunch of criminals would love a couple reuniting

It had been a days Murphy was helping Bellamy run camp I was one of the first people to take off my wristband, Bellamy respected me and the people listened to me Murphy loves me and Clark is happy he can be put in his place, some people down understand how a 5 ft 3 women with anger issues can put him in his place but then again I can put anyone in there place.

“she really was a badass” madi said with a soft smile “she was” Murphy said a tear falling down his cheek as he Touched the peace of paper that showed a drawing of my. I died in primfaya but was alway with them, when they went up to space I was there when Octavia became bloodreina I was there when Clarke became a mom I was alway there.

[the-draculas-coven]

Credit to Madi Danger on ig, it's so cool that we're mutuals on ig. She's a badass.🧛🏻‍♀️🖤

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[lesbianmaxevans]

Black sails?

woof it's been like 5 years but off the top of my head

5 favorite characters: max, flint, madi, silver, anne (in that order)

3 OTPs: maxanne, silverflint, silvermadi

Funniest character: silver

Prettiest character: max

Most badass character: flint

Character I’d like as my BFF: max

Character that’s ruined my life: silver

send me a fandom!

[alirhi]

my sister and I both love Black Sails, but I didn't realize until last night that we have the same level of love but for very different reasons lol. We're both geeks of pirate lore and media, and I do love learning about the real-life figures of the Golden Age of Piracy, but that's one of her special interests, while for me it's more of a hobby. I've been rewatching the show, she hasn't seen it in a while and has been sort of half-listening and occasionally chiming in with praise for Jack and Anne, among others, from the other room (we live in a camper. the "other room" is literally a foot from my bed lmao). it's led to some rather entertaining conversations lol

sis: when do they introduce Mary Read? me: at the very end, in the epilogue scene. sis: oh that's lame! me: not really? sis: but it was Jack, Anne, and Mary! they were a trio! me: you know the show isn't actually about the real-life pirates, right? sis: it's not? me: it's a prequel to Treasure Island. the real pirates are added for flavor. The story is actually about Flint, Billy Bones, and Silver. How they became who they were and how the story the book told came about. sis: ...oh.

me: I'm so glad Madi is book canon 😁❤ sis: ...who? me: the princess of the Maroons. sis: ... me: Silver's wife ...well, eventually. sis: ...? me: HOT BLACK LADY! sis: OH, HER! I like her me: I love her. she's a badass.

me a few episodes later: I'm so grateful for two things - that I've read Treasure Island, and that I didn't read it until after seeing Black Sails for the first time sis: ...okay? why? me: because if I'd read it first, it would've taken all the suspense out of like half of season 4. the "omg is Madi actually dead?! no!!!" sis: ... me: she's. she's in the book. doesn't appear, but Silver mentions her a few times. sis: ... me: she couldn't be his wife in the book if she died years earlier. so I would've known my first time watching that she'd be fine. sis: ...ah. I see.

basically her entire takeaway from the show has always been "yaaaayyyy Jack and Anne and Vane and Blackbeard and...!" and mine has been "yeah they're all sorts of awesome and I love their portrayals here, but OMG Flint and heyyyyy Billy and UNF Silver's so fkn hot and DEAR. GODS. MADI. and OH HEY, BEN GUNN! damn, he's pretty. and Max! and..."

it's probably only interesting to me lol but idk. the different views people can have of the same equally beloved piece of media fascinates me.

[ao3feed-the100]

I just want you to know who I am

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/LJBI7Oy

by SkyRipper89

First of all, I have to clarify that English is not my first language. So I apologize if there are any mistakes.

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Raised to be the most powerful warrior of all the clans and a great leader, Clarke knows that love is weakness and that she cannot afford to make mistakes, especially as the commander of her people.

But when a strange piece of metal falls from the sky, her plans change drastically. Even more so when that piece of metal brings with it 100 teenagers, but more importantly, a green-eyed brunette who will make her question things and herself. Including feelings and whether love is really weakness.

Or where Clarke is the commander of the grounders and Lexa is from the sky, and both fall in love with each other, changing traditions and stopping wars.

Role Reversal Clexa AU

Words: 3701, Chapters: 3/?, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of Role Reversal Clexa

Fandoms: The 100 (TV)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: F/F, M/M, Multi

Characters: Clarke Griffin, Lexa (The 100), Raven Reyes (The 100), John Murphy (The 100), Abby Griffin, Anya (The 100), Costia (The 100), Luna (The 100), Lincoln (The 100), Gustus (The 100), Indra (The 100), Wanheda - Character, Marcus Kane, Bellamy Blake, Octavia Blake, Niylah (The 100), Finn Collins, Gaia (The 100), Madi (The 100), Ontari (The 100), Titus (The 100), Roan (The 100), Echo (The 100), Wells Jaha

Relationships: Clarke Griffin/Lexa, Clarke Griffin & Lexa, Abby Griffin/Marcus Kane, Bellamy Blake/John Murphy, Bellamy Blake/Echo, Octavia Blake/Lincoln, Anya/Luna/Raven Reyes (The 100)

Additional Tags: Grounder Clarke Griffin, Skaikru Lexa (The 100), Alternate Universe - Role Reversal, Slow Burn Clarke Griffin/Lexa, Canon Lesbian Relationship, Protective Clarke Griffin, Badass Clarke

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/LJBI7Oy

[itsmeatballworld-library]

OOOOO i love the plot twist?!?! I did not expect it at all — wait... did they just call Daryl an ‘asshole’ (cries)

he's our asshole

The fact that Reader is getting choked up at the thought of Daryl injured has me in a chokehold OMGGGG we’re down bad

She did— reluctantly, from the cruel look in her eye, and the way she practically threw you back. 

^^ ready for someone to kick her ass omg

Okay okay ookaayyyyy! I’m foaming at the mouth — Reader is such a badass! Plus I loved that we got to see Reader and Daryl slowly getting more comfortable with each other. Like he never doubted her when she had to play along with the group’s questions (using him). Their loyalty to each other is *chefs kiss* <3

Loved it as always, Madi! *mwah*

~gigi

All You Got | Part 5

Part 5: Liar

Series Summary: Daryl Dixon hadn’t known much beyond anger and loneliness his whole life, until he found family at the end of the world. Everything he grew to care about was ripped away the day the prison fell; so when he recognized you, an enforcer of his loss, hiding in that cabin, he almost pulled the trigger. But after you end up saving his life, he couldn’t find the indifference to leave you for dead, even if you’d been on the Governor’s side. (Mid-Late Season 4) 

Series Masterlist | AO3 Version

Pairing: Eventual Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader Word Count: 4.1k (this was supposed to be short...) Warnings: descriptions of violence, death, blood, injury, all that crazy stuff. more angst but it will get better 🙏 A/N: ok so. not an early update... if u wanna blame someone blame my uterus for giving me a hellish period this week. but also give her a hug because she hurts </3

The grass was damp from the night before’s rain. It left green stains on your knees, and smears of dirt along your palms. 

Your lip quivered. 

Just a minute ago, your grip had been firm. Decisive; live or die, and you’d decided. 

That same grip melted away from the sear of hot metal against skin. Fingers softening, resolve crumbling away with every little shake. The gun fell to the ground with a quiet thump. Just like that woman had. 

Moisture hung in the air, a tinge of iron drifting. A fog settled, blurring each and every one of your senses until you could barely hear your own quiet, shaky breaths. The only thing that seemed to break through that grey haze was her face, marked by the trail of blood dripping past a wide-eyed stare. The type of stare that was absent of any thought or recognition. 

Dead. 

You looked to the ground. Cold, soft dirt. Fingers dug in, trying to forget the weight of the gun you could still feel in your hand. The throbbing across your forearm had dulled. The pound of your heart against your ribcage was nothing more than an echo. 

Something tickled your hand. A slow sensation to drag your attention back, beckoning you out of the fog and back into reality. Your eyes flickered to where the little ant crawled across your pinky finger. 

Then he was there. 

A warm pressure settled on your shoulders, gripping your left arm right above the spot a stream of blood started. It felt like a dream; him moving so fast, you slow and quiet. His mouth opened and closed only for the words to be lost between you. Eyes, the same colour as yours, flashed from you to the woman, shot dead, ahead. She still had that knife laying in her limp palm, decorated with a thin line of your blood.

“It's okay. I’m okay,” you said to your brother, who looked so young with those wide, scared eyes. 

Your mouth parted, expression slack, and repeated, “It's okay.” 

— 

“Don’t move a fucking muscle.” 

You were frozen, anyway. 

The realization of a gun aimed at the back of your head made your stomach sink, weighing you down. It kept you steady, even if your hands were already slick with sweat. 

“We can talk about this,” you swallowed. “If you need food or—“ 

“Shut up,” the woman growled. Her tone was exhausted, already fed up with you at the mere implication of a truce, and you worried if you kept talking, she might’ve just pulled the trigger to get you to stop. “Put your hands up— slow!” 

The steadying weight inside of you seemed to falter then, waved by the increasingly worrisome demeanour of your attacker; your hands shook as you raised them, muscles twitching with adrenaline. Her breath got closer, fanning across the back of your neck as the barrel of the gun pressed into the top of your spine. From the corner of your eye, thin, blood-splattered fingers undid the buckle of your knife and pulled the blade out. 

Two gunshots echoed in the distance. 

Your heart dropped. 

Daryl. 

As if the gun at the back of your neck wasn’t enough to have you cursing whatever fate put you and her here today, you were silently screaming for Daryl’s wellbeing. No matter who fired that gun, if it was Daryl or one of her friends, it meant something bad. 

She seemed to know that too.

“Did those assholes just—” she huffed in frustration before she seemed to remember your presence and bit her tongue. 

It was odd. It didn’t feel like she was forgetful, per se, but perhaps that was a biased opinion, on account of her gun pressed into the nape of your neck and all; to be held up was one thing, to be held up by someone who didn't even have the brain to keep their focus on you, was another. 

Unfortunately, the alternative wasn’t great, either. If she felt confident enough to let her attention slip off of you, it was safe to assume she was a brute force to be reckoned with. Two long years in this world taught you about people like that. People who fought their way to the top, who stole and lied and killed. Who looked down on the ones who just couldn’t, even if it was their best chance to survive. 

You’d known a few of those people— hell, even the way she sighed was achingly familiar. 

After regaining her composure, she whistled. 

Glancing out the backdoor, you saw Daryl tumble out of the woods— literally. Two men, frames almost as big as his, followed behind. One landed a heavy kick to his stomach, rolling him across the damp grass. Even from across the backlot, you heard his groan of pain. Saw the red dripping down his left arm; fresh blood where you assumed a bullet must’ve hit nearby. The man who’d kicked was aiming Daryl’s own crossbow at him, the other holding up a shotgun. 

The sight of it all made you take in a sharp breath. Your thoughts raced. A mix of dread, panic, and regret. 

How the fuck did you end up in this? 

You could feel that fog fill the air again, sinking into your lungs and choking every breath you sucked in. You remembered the pull of the trigger, the snap of the gun as it fired. The smell of ash and gunpowder. 

You didn't know if you could do that again. 

One of them yanked Daryl to a stand, dragging him into the gas station. When your eyes finally drifted off his beaten body and the weapons raised, your heart stopped. 

Ross and Lee. 

“Holy shit,” Lee muttered, his gun’s aim still steady on Daryl. Though the second your name left his lips, everyone’s attention snapped toward you. 

A firm hand landed on your shoulder before the woman at your back spun you. You faced her wide-eyed look for a second before the barrel of her gun— Emily’s gun— drew your concern. It didn’t take long for her eyes to turn dark again, anger twisting her delicate features into something cruel and mean. 

Emily had always had a fire inside of her, and her aggression had a long intimidation behind it. Back at the camp, her opinion was always made abundantly clear, either by malicious looks or a harsh tongue. It wasn’t uncommon to call in Martinez to calm her down, less common for it to work. If she hadn’t been such a good shot, you swore he would’ve given up on her months ago. She and Mitch were alike that way, dominating through fear and force. 

It made sense that she got out. 

Of course, Mitch’s story ended differently— at the prison, with your bullet in the back of his skull. After his force had finally lost him his own life. 

She scoffed something under her breath, glaring at you beyond thin curtains of dark hair. You tried to follow the fast pace of her lips, remembering her impulsiveness and its cruel outcome combined with that anger in her eyes. 

“What the hell are you doing here? Why are you with him?” 

“I—“ 

“You buddies with this asshole?” 

Amidst her rapid questioning, she never lowered the gun from your chest. Even so, your eyes flickered back to Daryl, now kneeling on the tiled floor and staring at you through his messy bangs. 

He looked drained. Tired. There was already a bruise blooming across his jaw, a slow drip of blood from his parted mouth. You didn't know if it was from a cut on his lip or if he’d been shot somewhere else, too, and was coughing up his own blood. The mere thought of that made your lungs squeeze— 

A rough grip twisted in your tank top yanked your attention back to her.

“Huh?” 

“I— I was alone,” you stammered. “He knows how to fight the dead, how to hunt. I figured I’d do better with his help.” 

It was hard to keep your eyes off that gun now pointing to your sternum, but you managed to center a shaky focus on her narrow, suspicious stare, instead. 

“He didn’t know I was there— at— at the prison. He thought I was just some… some survivor.” 

Electricity ran through every inch of you, waiting for the second you were forced to fight or flee. But as Emily’s stare continued to pick you apart, unsure how to feel about your admission, you willed yourself to hold still and wait. 

Or for her to call bullshit on your lie and finally fire that gun. 

The seconds ticked by, and finally Lee stepped forward from the corner of your eye. 

“Em,” he urged. This world had made him strong and mean, but he was still the kindest of the trio. Had almost even been a friend back at camp. 

“Let her go.” 

She did— reluctantly, from the cruel look in her eye, and the way she practically threw you back. 

“Either you finally grew the fuck up or you learned how to tell a half-decent lie,” she hissed. 

You bit back that sigh of relief. 

“Just because you don’t like me doesn’t mean I don’t know how to survive.” 

She scoffed. Then looked down at Daryl, a few feet away. 

“Use what you can use,” she said under her breath. 

“Yeah.”

A bitter taste settled in your mouth. The implication that you were just using Daryl made your throat sting, but you knew that nauseating assumption was the only thing keeping the both of you from being riddled with bullets. 

You only hoped Daryl knew that too; that his fallen head and the squeeze of his eyes in pain and regret were all an act. 

“Well, he doesn't seem to have much use anymore,” Ross spat. He was still holding Daryl’s crossbow, waving it in front of him as a childish taunt. 

You dragged your eyes away from him, afraid of the look in his eye if he’d met yours back, and cautious of giving any hint that you did care about him further than whatever use he could provide. 

“How’d you guys find me, anyway?” 

Me— not us.

“We were already close. Smelt the fire,” Lee answered.

“Right.” You nodded, silently cursing yourself. “I guess I’m just lucky it was you three.” 

“You are,” Ross added. “If it was his people, they'd kill you in a fucking heartbeat.” 

“How are you so sure? 

“Everyone’s dead. Brian. Mitch. Lily.” Lee sighed. Your heart dropped at the mention of the little girl. “We’re the only ones that got out.” 

“Did you see Tara?” 

Emily rolled her eyes. Ross was too busy glaring down at Daryl to give you the time of day. 

“Last I saw she was hiding behind the tank, jumping at her own shadow.” Lee shook his head. 

You nodded. Tara was a sweet girl and had been more of a friend than anyone else back at camp, even if it was only for the short time before Brian took over and led you all into a losing battle. It was only because you were searching for her that you came across Mitch and that little boy in the first place. You guessed it was likely she was dead, too, considering everything they’d said. 

“But wait, if you thought you were the only survivors, why follow the smoke?” Your brow furrowed, glancing across the room at the various faces. Blood and dirt splattered all of them, while your hair was just barely dry, skin clean. They looked like they’d been through hell. “Why risk it?” 

Emily scoffed from behind, beckoning a glance over your shoulder. 

“They killed our people. All of them,” Ross answered, tone firm. 

“They don’t get to live.” 

You managed to bite back your retort— maybe if we hadn’t attacked them, they wouldn’t have killed any of us. But the look on your face was harder to control. Growing up, your brother used to joke about your eyes offering a glimpse into your mind; it was cheesy, but unfortunately true. 

Lee saw through it, he always did have that skill. It was that inch of softness preserved beyond all those scars and trauma that made sniffing out your weaknesses a type of second nature. Thankfully, the hotheads of the group, Emily and Ross, were a different story. 

“You don’t agree?” asked Lee. 

“I— I just…” You shook your head. Your words had to be careful— precise— if you wanted to keep this facade up long enough to survive. “You know I’ve never been one for killing. But after everything, I get it.” 

Your eyes fell to Daryl, reluctantly, and your lip almost quivered with the next question. 

“Have you found any of them?” 

They all knew what you meant— have you killed any of them?

Any more. 

You could still see that sword slice into the old man’s neck. 

Tempted by your question, Daryl palmed the ground and gave himself the leverage to position his battered body an inch straighter. His bangs still hung in front of his narrow eyes, dirt smeared across his tense, right forearm that took on his weight, his left side still dripping with blood. It’d been about thirty minutes that you’d seen him clean, now he looked as beaten as ever. 

Ross’ boot slammed into his back— throwing him back down to the ground. The breath was knocked out of Daryl’s lungs, rough coughing echoed throughout the room between low whimpers of pain. 

“Stop moving, asshole.” Ross grabbed a fistful of his hair, yanking his neck back to growl in his ear. 

That was it— seeing Daryl’s neck stretched back, veins tense with adrenaline and his teeth barred made you snap. 

“Ross!” You stepped forward. “He’s—“ 

Emily was quick to push you back, hand heavy on your chest. But she didn’t raise the gun again. Her intense stare was almost as terrifying, anyway. 

“Well you definitely haven’t grown up,” she mocked. You’d always had an aversion to violence back at the camp, which was uniquely odd in this world. That was probably why she didn’t like you, to begin with. “So the question is, are you lying to us? Or him?” 

You huffed, “I already told you.” 

When her gaze didn’t lessen, you sighed in defeat, “Em.” 

She scoffed at the nickname. 

“Y’know, I saw you back there,” Emily sneered. “You didn’t shoot a single bullet.” 

That wasn’t true— but you’d probably be dead if she knew any better. 

You inhaled. 

“I was going to say that he’s not worth it. Look, he’s already hurt. Shot.” You tried not to choke on that last word. “There’s a herd not far from here, and those shots you fired are gonna draw them in on us, so we should just get the hell out of here already.” 

You hadn’t seen a biter in two days. 

It might’ve been a lie, the kind that always raised your voice an octave higher, but unless she was willing to risk her life to call your bluff, you figured it was your best shot. 

“You thought it yourself, right? When we heard the shots?” 

Emily’s expression faltered for a moment, eyes darting to the store’s front. Newspapers painted the wide windows, blurry rays of sun shining through. Her hand fell off you, again, only this time she seemed to be deterred by her own distraction. 

"Why the hell didn't you say anything?" she hissed. 

"It can be hard to think straight with a gun in your face." 

Ross stepped forward, past Daryl’s crouched state. 

“Thanks for the warning.” He nodded at you, before turning to half-heartedly reason with Emily, who's face was twisted after your retort.  “She might be a coward, but she’s still one of us.” 

They held each other’s stares for a second until Lee’s tired sigh interrupted the tense air. 

“No one’s gonna check the damn street?” he muttered while crossing the storefront to peel an edge of the newspaper back. 

“Shit,” he gasped. “She’s right. They’re coming.” 

Your heart squeezed. 

Fuck. 

Of all the times to be proved right… 

“Find our exit,” Ross barked.

Lee followed his order, running to the back of the gas station and propping the steel door open. He glanced left and right, then called back out, “Got a minute, maybe two. I’ll find a path.” 

Ross glared down at Emily. “There’s no time to argue. You ready for this?” 

“Whatever.” 

An apathetic agreement was enough, all things considered. Ross grabbed your knife from her grip and turned on his heel to face you. “Here.” He handed the blade to you first, then shoved a spare pistol into your other hand. “Might need that, too.” 

“She ain’t gonna use it anyway,” Emily scoffed, walking past you toward Daryl. 

"What are we gonna do about this prick?" 

"Leave him for the biters if you want." Ross shrugged. "Asshole ain't going anywhere on his own." 

"I'd rather no loose ends." 

Your throat tightened, eyes lingering on her gun and the way determined, malicious fingers wrapped around the trigger. 

Ready to pull. 

You knew that look. You’d had it twice before. You were sure it had been more than that for Emily. She seemed too disinterested, too disconnected from the reality of being on the cusp of taking a life. 

Ross followed her, walking toward the backdoor. Neither of them, for all their firey hostility, had eyes for you; arrogance had taken root, rotting away any precaution. It didn't matter that you'd survived two years before finding their camp, or that you'd survived the prison massacre that, by their own admission, left everyone dead. You were weak to them. Harmless. No one other than Daryl was interested in the way you handled that gun, checking the chamber and cocking it, slow and silent. 

They certainly didn’t have the diligence to notice how your expression suddenly mirrored Emily’s.

Before she could, you pulled. 

One shot into the back of her skull, then two into his spine. Ross was farther, harder to aim at, but he dropped just like she did, nonetheless. 

“Guys?” Lee’s voice echoed from outside. 

You charged forward, kicking the brick from the door frame before the heavy metal slammed shut. From the other side, you heard him yell a curse and the loud thump of his shoulder hitting the door. But the lock was automatic, and the steel was too thick to break down. 

Then there were shots. Screaming. 

The growls of the dead. 

You stepped back and felt something sticky below. Blood— Ross’ blood— coated your shoe. Your mouth parted, staring at the thick red pool, filling in the gaps where your sole had been. With a shaky hand, you grabbed the lone backpack— Daryl’s bag was still outside, probably crushed under the dead’s feet— then ran back to him. It didn’t matter how thick that steel was, once the dead surrounded the building they’d bring down the windows in seconds. 

Lee would keep the dead busy long enough to get out. 

At least, you hoped so. 

Bloody footprints marked your path through the building, stumbling back to Daryl who was grabbing onto the shelf of an aisle, trying to lift himself back up. 

You knelt in front of him, not even thinking before you moved his bangs away from his face. Your eyes flickered across his hurt, noticing the cut on his lip was just that, a cut, and the redness at his jaw wasn't the only bruise forming. 

“They only shot your arm?” 

“Mhm. Hit me over the head, too.” He winced as you brushed your fingers over his forehead, feeling a bump hidden in his hairline. 

“Sorry,” you mumbled. 

Another thump against that door. 

You pulled off your zip-up hoodie, tying it around his shoulder. Hell, you didn’t even know if that was the right technique or if he’d be better off with one of those padded bandages in your bag instead of some half-hearted tourniquet, but you didn’t exactly have the time to think it through, either. 

Daryl hissed from the pressure, but bit back a groan. "My bow." 

You blanked for a second, brain foggy under the pressure, but once you snapped back into focus, you dashed back to Ross to grab the crossbow he'd been swinging around. Then, back by Daryl's side, you bent down to lift him. 

“Come on,” you huffed, dragging his body by his right forearm— the one that wasn’t marked with streaks of blood. He groaned in pain as you pulled him up, wrapping his arm and weight around your shoulder. The crossbow, the backpack, and him were all heavy— too heavy. You tried to take a step forward and stumbled, just narrowly catching yourself.

“Put it on my back,” Daryl mumbled. 

“O— Okay, just stay still.” 

His arm slipped off you and you buckled the strap around his chest. It weighed down his already hurt body but he nodded, anyway. You wrapped his arm back around you and started limping forward again. 

The front door Emily must’ve snuck through was slightly open, a ray of sunlight beckoning you through. You and Daryl followed it, shuffling out to the open road. It was wide and bare of biters; they’d all been distracted by Lee. 

And you, you tried your absolute hardest not to be. 

The dead were relentless. Anyone around these days was well aware of that. Though that expectation of their brutality never seemed to be enough because every time you were actually faced with it, reality hit you in the gut all over again. 

Lee’s screams were cruel. Torturous. The haunting gurgle of pain and blood caught in his throat as he died a slow and excruciating death. Even if you hadn’t seen the rip of his muscle and skin between yellow teeth, you could hear it, imagine it— you almost did, before your grip on Daryl slipped an inch, pulling your attention back. 

“It's okay. We’re okay,” you gritted between clenched teeth and continued forward. 

Daryl shuffled beside you, your head frantically turning left and right to watch for any biters. Your grip on Ross’ pistol was always tight and ready. Even if firing a bullet next to a herd, no matter the size, was the last thing you wanted to do. 

It went on like that for a while, until he was pale, and the distance between you and the gas station felt far enough. 

Walking down a stretch of small, run-down cottages, you stopped at one with a broken tire swing and overgrown grass. Even the stone path to the peeling white porch was difficult as Daryl almost tripped over any imbalance underneath him. 

You had to clear the house, you knew that, but you didn’t want a bleeding, almost unconscious Daryl to be stuck on that porch like a giant ‘eat me’ sign, either. Just in case that herd was still moving. Once you got the door open, you led him inside too, resting him against the wall of the front hallway. He sighed when you finally unbuckled the crossbow strap and dropped the weapon to the floor, next to his feet. 

“I need to clear the house. Can you stay here?” 

He slipped down an inch, and you grabbed his waist out of instinct. Something warm coated your hands, something thick and bright red. 

“Fuck, you’re still bleeding.” 

“‘M fine,” Daryl slurred, “jus’ need to sit a minute.” 

“Come on,” you groaned, then led him around the small foyer, into a living room. With his arm thrown over your shoulder again, you hurried to the couch before you almost collapsed under him. 

He fell onto the firm cushion with a low groan. You dropped the backpack next to him and decided clearing the house could wait until you got Daryl settled— so long as you were quiet enough. 

You grabbed a pillow and ripped the case off, folding it into a pad. 

“Here, put firm pressure,” you mumbled. 

Daryl listened, but his energy was dwindling. Every creek in the floorboards, whining under the weight of your knees, had your heart skipping a beat. Panic was soaking your muscles, making you twitch with every shift in the goddamn air. 

“Go,” he rasped. “I ain’t goin’ anywhere.” 

You wanted to protest. Didn't want to leave his side until the bleeding had stopped and his skin pinkened up again. 

But, despite his exhaustion, Daryl's stare was firm. 

“Just stay awake,” you whispered, unsheathing your knife. “I’ll be back soon.” 

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A/N: oops? funny thing. my first draft for this was like 1700 words and I thought I'd just have a short part to share. well... it ended up at 4.1k lol

if you’re reading this, thank you! I hope you enjoyed this chapter. please feel free to leave feedback, it helps so much and I love to read it. have a lovely day <3

[knightofmordred]

i finished black sails a couple of days ago and have not been doing well but v interesting to find out i have seen a handful of the cast members in other roles but didn't recognise them at all.

anyway this show broke me but we love the gays !!

[curseofthebloodcountess]

The Duke and Duchess von Zarovich

[theirhorrorstories]

Salem held up the gun. "Guess you were right. It would come in handy someday." He muttered before putting into his waist band behind his back.

The warlock looked at the girl. "Hey..." He said softly. "Look at me. You are far better than any of these girls at this school. I like your magic. I'm not scared of it. You're a powerful badass witch and you can do this." He told her, his hands cupping her cheek.

He let her take his hand. "Come on Baby you can do this." He nodded. She wasn't wrong it did hurt by it would be worth it. There was knocking on the door that turned into banging. Salem could feel his powers coming back to him. He let out a yell and with his free hand held the door shot. "Just a bit more." He panted. The was another bang the the bracelet fell to the ground. Salem took in a breath as he felt his powers returning, his eyes burning red. He grabbed Madison. "Hold your breath." He said as he turned and they disappeared from the house falling into darkness until they were in an abandoned house. Salem opened his eyes and frowned.

"Well I didn't want to come back here." He muttered his hand moving to his throat. "Madi are you alright?"

madison didn't even notice the gun in salem's hand until the loud bang has her quickly stepping back from kyle and stumbling down to the floor. wide eyes look up to salem and relief floods over her seeing him getting up. " fucking ... asshole. " the blonde will groan before pushing herself back to her feet and moving over to help salem stand.

eyes look down to the bracelet and her head will shake. they had been looking for a long time how to get it off but so far nothing. " salem , i don't know. " she'll look back to him with worry on her features , panic soon setting in as she hears a groan come from kyle. " this might hurt.. " the blonde will mumble before holding her hands on either side of his wrist , her powers pulling from either direction , trying to rip it in two. concentration grows and a groan falls from her lips as she pulls harder , getting more and more desperate to get the bracelet off. they weren't safe here , she had to do something.

[illuminated-in-darkness]

Black Sails XXIX

I know, too. Three men know the resting place of the chest, and one woman. He told it to me before we left home. It would be preferable if there were one voice to govern here tomorrow, but I don't think it's going to be quite so simple. There will be no pirate king here. Of that much, I am certain.