#Matelote

[jolys-cane]

drew modern au corinthe girls!!!! they are in love forever. smooch. kiss. etc

i see them as like. dive bar waitresses in a modern au (because the corinthe food and drink is horrible, apparently) so i gave them cute little uniform shirts. i did not know that matelote is canonically a redhead!! grantaire describes her hair as "chromate-of-lead-coloured" which is as far as i can see a very very bright yellow-to-red.

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Pirates of the Caribbean

[rocketrouquine]

Hey, do you want to do something weird ?

[steven-myself]

Voodoo- Hamidou Banor by Baldovino Barani for FACTORY Fanzine XXXVI

[frnndlcs]

Les Trois couronnes du matelot, Raúl Ruiz, 1983

[wren-writes-things]

Do u like chickens do u think chickens are cool, I think they are pretty dang cool in my personal opinion

Chickens are so awesome! (In fact one could say they’re similar in that respect to the person who sent me this ask.)

Have I ever shown you are Ayam Cemanis? They’re very cool, they have hyperpigmentation that causes the skin, meat, bones, etc to be black. Though not black blood (which is an unfortunate misconceptions associated with a miracle cure causing a lot of issues).

Anyway, look at her! Her name is Mattie.

Also you can have a photo from like five years ago of our rooster Zym and our goat Maleficent because they were buddies!

[heart-wit-strength]

My evil matelot being evil? *GASP!* /silly

Evil benefits of having a qpp to pester!

Cool thing is you had me accomplish the final 1k badge goal 🔥

[ltwilliammowett]

Matelot

This strange word is an affectionate name for british sailors. Whereas in English it was rather pronounced matlow. Because matelot means sailor in French. And our British sailors will do their best to avoid adopting a French name. 

Le tatouage du matelot - The tattooing of the sailor, by Constantin Jean Marie Prevost (1796–1865)

It is not to be confused with the English mate, which refers to an assistant, such as boatswain's mate or carpenter's mate. Matelot seems to be derived from mattennoot, the Middle Dutch word for bed mate. I will leave that without comment at this point.... 

[chicinsilk]

May 1966: Catherine Deneuve with her husband, photographer David Bailey, at the Cannes Film Festival. For the occasion, she is wearing a striped sequin sailor dress that has become iconic in the Yves Saint Laurent spring/summer "Matelot" collection.

Mai 1966: Catherine Deneuve en compagnie de son mari la photogrape David Bailey lors du Festival de Cannes. Pour l'occasion, elle porte une robe "marinière en sequin à rayures devenue iconique de la collection "Matelot" printemps/été d'Yves Saint Laurent.

Photo Keystone/Getty images

[khruschevshoe]

Jim, Archie, and Oluwande Jimenez

Sleep on me, feel the rhythm in my chest, just breathe

I will stay so the lantern in your heart won't fade

The secrets you tell me I'll take to my grave

There's bones in my closet, but you hang stuff anyway

And if you have nightmares, we'll dance on the bed

I know that you love me, love me

Even when I lose my head

-Jon Bellion, Guillotine

The first nightmare occurs Olu's second night on the ship. He wakes to Jim shuddering in his arms, gasps heaving through their body without sound. His mind snaps to attention, seeking a way to soothe Jim, but he finds a strange but welcome sight.

Archie is already awake and turned around to face Jim. She knows what to do, it becomes instantly clear. She taps his hand, silently guiding it to hold Jim tight around the waist, then takes Jim’s face in her hands and presses their foreheads together. Though no words pass between them, Olu listens as Jim’s breathing evens out, falling in line with Archie’s.

When Jim murmurs, “Tell me you’re alive,” he doesn’t ask them any questions.

When Archie responds, voice tight, “We’re both here, mate,” he doesn’t request any of her answers.

Olu only says, “We’re not leaving you, Jim,” into the back of Jim’s neck, feeling them relax beneath him, and for this moment, at least, he at least gets the comfort of knowing that Jim is able to relax, to fucking breathe, when between the two of them.

-aletterinthenameofsanity, you are still alive when I look to the sky in the night

I know that this isn't the first fic in the series about them, but it is my favorite fic in the series so far! It covers Olu's POV on the gap btw Seasons 1 and 2 and the developing relationship between the three of them in the early parts of this 'verse. Absolutely gorgeous. I ship them so much and I definitely plan to make them each their own moodboards soon enough!

@polikate @angxlwiings @possumsmushroom @bricksbloggyplace

[pixelpayaso]

Furry beam‼️

[spineless-lobster]

YARRRRR HAPPY TALK LIKE A PIRATE DAY ME HARTIES!!! MAY THERE BE NO SCURVY NOR WEEVILY BREAD FOR YE! FAIR WINDS AND FOLLOWING SEAS TO ALL ME MATELOTS!!!

🏴‍☠️🏴‍☠️🏴‍☠️

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[spaicymeatballs]

Love For Sail

[laurasinele]

Why can't we be mates?

In which Black Pete asks Lucius Spriggs' hand in matelotage

Matelotage was a practice among pirates and privateers consisting on a binding contract between two "matelots", according to which their respective wealths would belong to the surviving part in case of untimely death at sea.

This was written pre S02, for the prompt 5. "You're the smartest person I know" from tumblr's 2023 Fictober fest. I'm trying to finish an outrageously delayed fic exchange and start with this year's Fictober prompt list, so I thoughnt I'd post the few past prompts I wrote last year for a chance at a motivation boost.

I had no idea S02 would give us a proposal and a wedding. My spouse swears I have psychic powers. I'm just happy for the boys.

Black Pete was a man of action, Blackbeard’s right hand at one point in time. He lived and breathed piracy, he was tough as nails and he never got attached —his many lovers knew— because his one true love was the Sea. 

This was an approximate depiction of Black Pete. One that the man himself would have gladly approved, and also mostly lies. What was true was this: Black Pete was a pirate; Black Pete lived at sea and had all his possessions with him; at any given time Black Pete could die in a raid or he could sink with the ship. Oh, and of course: Black Pete was in love with Lucius Spriggs. 

On the deck of The Revenge, Black Pete was watching Lucius from a distance. The weather was nice and it was close to noon. Nobody had much to do, and most of the crew was in their cabins or in the common areas. Lucius was lounging on a hammock, touching up a sketch he’d done earlier that day of Mr. Hands throwing up. Black Pete loved the mischievous smile it brought to Lucius’ face. 

“Hey, babe”, he finally said. 

Lucius looked up and his smile switched to delighted:

“Hey, babe!” he replied, scooching to the side so Black Pete could join him.

After some precarious balancing and a healthy measure of “wait, no” and “let me” and “you gotta” and “yeah, I know, just let me”, they were laying together face to face, up and cozy on the hammock. 

“So”, began Black Pete, propping his head up on his hand.

“So?”, encouraged Lucius, wiggling in cheerful anticipation.

“I’ve been thinking”, said Black Pete.

“You have?”, joked Lucius, faking surprise. 

“Ha, ha, yes I have”, Black Pete replied, and he took Lucius hand, and intertwined their fingers, and kissed the knuckle at the base of the wooden one. “I think we are good, aren’t we?”

“Uh, I’d say so. More than good”, replied Lucius. He fluttered his lashes playfully and gave him a peck on the lips before leaning in to lick Black Pete’s neck with obvious intent. 

“Ah, okay, okay, I see we are very good”, he said, gently pushing Lucius back with a little laugh. Lucius looked at him inquisitively and Black Pete sobered up and got serious: “Can I ask you something, babe?”

“Of course, babe. Shoot”.

“Would you… would you be my matelot?”

Lucius scoffed:

“Oh, no. Newnewnewnewnew, no. Uh-uh. Nopity-nope”, he said. 

“Well, I don’t see why not”, replied Black Pete, more hurt than he cared to admit. 

Lucius sighed, put on a serious face and sat up, giving his back to Black Pete. 

“Babe, I’m a free bird! Everytime a man has tried to claim me, terrible things have happened. To him, mostly. Because I am a lovely, educated person with many, many skills and gifts, not a random piece of shit to own. You have to understand”, he said, turning to look at Black Pete’s miserably sad face. “I can’t be tied up, I need to fly”.

“But I don’t want to tie you up! I— I just want to be with you wherever you are and watch you fly”.

Lucius put his hand to his heart, touched. He caressed Black Pete’s scruffy cheek with the tips of his fingers. 

“Isn’t this enough, then? Why do you need to write it down?”

Black Pete sputtered as he moved one arm to encompass the whole ship.

“We are pirates! Stede is mental! And so is Blackbeard! Anything can happen. I don’t want all my stuff and my dreams and hopes sinking to the bottom of the sea if I die”.

Lucius sighed and lied down again. For a moment, he just looked at his lover in silence. 

“Didn’t know you had hopes and dreams”, he teased.

Black Pete smiled. 

“Well, I do, of course I do. I, uh… I want to open a grill bar!”

Lucius laughed and slapped Black Pete’s chest lightly. 

“That’s Blackbeard’s dream! I told you about it”.

“He copied me!”, said Black Pete, barely holding back laughter. 

They chuckled and stared at each other lovingly for a moment, basking in the warmth and the breeze and the salty scent in the air. 

“I get it.The whole matelotage thing. But why me?”, asked Lucius.

Black Pete sighed and took Lucius’ both hands, ready to deliver what he hoped was the best version of the speech he’d been musing on for weeks. 

“You are the smartest person I know. You light up the room even when you look bored, which is most of the time, to be honest. But for some reason when I call your name you stop looking bored. You look happy to see me. I never had anybody looking happy to see me before. Least of all someone I too am happy to see. Least of least of all someone as clever and sexy and funny as you. I might never understand why you smile when you see me, but I want to keep seeing you smile forever. So fly away, free bird. No matter what, as long as you want me to, I will follow”. 

With a teary eye and an enamored smile Lucius prepared to say yes to the man he loved, who respected him and understood him so well, only to be interrupted by Buttons’ rugged voice:

“That was mighty precious, lads. I hereby pronounce ya mates”, he announced while passing by them on his way to the bridge. Naturally, he was naked.