#PIRATE OT3
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schmirius · 10 months ago
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oh Ed. so kinky. so obnoxious
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my guys.
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tampire · 22 days ago
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MattToddLee polycule
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8balldoodles · 4 months ago
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Happy birthday @fivedayslater !!!!! I hope you had an amazing time and enjoy my zosanlu agenda
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angelwiththeblue-box · 1 year ago
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leverage pirate au
okay actually i want to talk more about this post
eliot is an ex solider for some sort of nobility, he hates uses guns after watching his boyfriend get his shoulder blown off, and he swears off guns and off the monarchy, jumping from pirate crew to pirate crew, never finding a place to 'settle' (as much as pirates can settle) until he meets nate ford
parker wasn't on any official crew, she would sneak onto a ship and steal their gold, before sneaking off before anyone noticed. she chose to stay with nate because she was still able to do what she did best, but with something new, something exciting (plus he let her hang out on the ropes, literally) she was raised on a rich man's ship, but she set out on her own when she was sixteen, honing her skills and gaining a name for herself
hardison was the forger. he taught himself how to do everything he knows in a small foster home. you want a map, he knows it well enough to create it from memory without needing any reference. he could navigate waters like it was no difficulty and create id papers out of basically thin air.
nathan ford is not a pirate captain, he is very adamant about that. he is on a ship that he is leading, and he is leading a crew of people but he is not a pirate captain. he's putting together a crew to take down his ex navy captain, who he was helping take down pirates stealing from noble ships.
sophie has grifted her way onto all sorts of ships, into all sorts of parties. no one has one clear defintion of who she is, but the britian nobility know her as the queen of india, the chinese government are hunting her for impersonating a princess, and most pirates are in awe of her. she's a legend, a story pirates tell to their other crewmates and an unknown to the people nate ford used to work for, unclear if she exists or is an exaggeration spread to scare them
nate ford used his last money that he has to build his ship, the lucille, which explodes once, gets attacked once, and set on fire twice. (hardison mourns it every time. if you get close enough to see the lucille, you'll notice four tally marks slashed into the wood next to the gold cursive, clearly done with a sword, or a knife)
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megalomari · 5 months ago
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thoughts on spillabeth?
many….
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i love this ship… i think they should kiss…..
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schmirius · 1 year ago
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GOD breakup boat Ed being held by both of them from either side. Stede doing the penetrative sword as if at Ed's heart but Izzy redirecting and stilling it. I'm undone.
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passion and desperation
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schmirius · 1 year ago
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ofmd 2x06 spoilers
right, a whole section specifically for la vie en rose:
Con got to do his Izzy torch song :D
somebody make an mp3 of it for me already pls
what the fuuuuuck what an unbelievable soundtrack choice for Ed/Stede boning I'm stunned. what the FUCK Stede/Ed/Izzy confirmed
there's a lyric "c'est lui pour moi / moi pour lui dans la vie" (~"it's only me for him / him for me, in life") that in the credits, Izzy changes to "toi pour moi / moi pour toi" (you for me, me for you) thus directly singing to. SOMEONE.
what the fucccccckkk wtf wtf
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Izzy wearing makeup was not only beautiful showstopping spectacular etc but also really drew a line under how queer he is, stfu already, Izzy is straight truthers. I mean this is also a lovely instance of Izzy pushing his way out of the celluloid closet – the whole season – but more importantly, he sings his semi-coded torch song for Ed in public and sasses the enemy crew about his pain kink. 10/10
Ed really was like "okay so do you want to talk about that traumatizing thing you just did?" and Stede 100% decided they should fuck about it instead. (such a dick, such a dick!) the whole chorography of it: Stede pressing Ed up against the wall, bare-chested Stede pulling the curtain closed around them with still-dressed Ed on the bed! I suspect if a character who was not Stede did this there might be SOME WANK about how problematique the whole thing was. people who are not absolutely babies might however enjoy this character beat and what it means for The OTP and what they need to resolve between them next.
... I bet things happened in this episode that weren't about my OT3 too. uh, I think the Stede/Izzy side of the triangle was probably good too? but great, in 2x07; this episode can't compare.
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2eyedsin · 4 months ago
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BKTDDK Pirate Au 🏴‍☠️🌊
Based on one shot by surveycorpsjeans [ x ] R18
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ellena-asg · 2 days ago
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Once upon a time in the old pirate era, there was a bloody ot3: Barbossa x Teague x Feng
Sometimes a ship is three angry old pirate lords.
@spacedustpan ♥️
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ph1lsimpmcu · 8 months ago
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Alright guys, guys, hear me out.
Pirates.
Like, Stephen, before his accident, was a royal doctor and best of the best. Stephen’s most frequent patients were Tony and Pepper because Tony was (is) a reckless doufus and Pepper all the time had to drag him somewhere to patch him up. The couple (yeah they were already a couple before meeting Stephen) were visiting so often that they both started to have a crush on a certain badass, handsome, snarky royal doctor (who wouldn't?).
(Tony and Pepper, like 100%, had nights where they were squealing into pillows, babbling about how perfect Stephen was, and telling Rhodey how badass and cool Stephen was. And yea, Rhodey is their therapist and adviser on how to woo Stephen into a relationship and, hopefully, their bed.)
But then Stephen’s accident happened, he left, became a sorcerer, and started to travel and sail across the world. After Stephen left, “civil war” happened, Tony and Pepper left and became pirates.
And so, many years later, Pepper and Tony hear about some wizard who tried, with his “evil” tricks, to get his place as a royal doctor back but failed. Rumors say that the wizard is sailing across the sea and the couple decides that they would like to pay a “visit” (kidnap him *cough*) to their doctor, especially since their crew needs a doctor.
In Stephen’s doctor days, he didn't really remember them, all he remembered was a very annoying couple that visited him too often. But when the said pair kidnapped him, well, it's not like he has a chance to say no because 1. They'll just put him in a cage or something and he would rather prefer to patch up a couple of people and a normal room than to sit in a cage and rot. 2. His past crew was boring and he wanted some adventures because in his doctor days, the pair was known for their tendency to attract trouble. 3. From what he remembered, they weren't bad people and they didn't like violence (if there was a peaceful way). Also, the fact that Tony was the captain of this ship and Pepper was his right hand, he would be relatively fine. 4. Tony and Pepper (from his previous interaction where they attacked his previous crew) became absolutely different people, that were worth his time. The pair was absolutely in their element, from being awkward and awestruck, they became badass and snarky, commanding and snarking at everyone on this ship.
So Stephen decided to hang around for some time, but before, he made sure that everyone treated him respectfully by leaving the captain and his right hand awestruck. (the truth is, the couple didn't really change, they were always like this. On people they were in their “persona”, with someone who they could trust they were adorable gremlins. Stephen never really bothered to look at them when they were working, not sitting in his workroom and awkwardly joking.) Tony and Pepper remembered their days before becoming pirates and Rhodey started to suffer again ( yes Rhodey is with them whenever he can go sailing with them).
(after such a long time of simping, Stephen was devoured ;) ).
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chaosfairy18 · 8 months ago
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Finally more pirate drawings. I'm sure everyone is very excited haha. But yes this time we have Bumlets, Skittery and Swifty! Please take note that every one of them (some more noticeable than others) have the other two's colours in their outfits!
A little lore for anyone who hasn't read my fic: Bumlets is a topman, meaning he is mostly climbing around the rigging, setting the sails, also looking out for any islands as long as they don't have a lookout. Skittery is just a normal seaman, no special job, just doing whatever (also he is like in Blood Drips basically invulnerable but doesn't know yet). Then Swifty is the Boatswain/Bosun, meaning he is largely responsible for maintenance on the ship and at least here also for keeping a tab on what needs to be bought. And he likes to sew and craft, hence this drawing.
(If you want rambles on them just ask or dm I am always ready)
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schmirius · 1 year ago
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#Iz you stIBBED HIM! – finnigualart
love this version where it's Izzy claiming Ed, actually, all of his pain and eyes closed trying not to see what's happening even as he tries to stab Stede to keep him off. TOO BAD, Stede's come to love Edward already (of course he fancies the pants off him. who wouldn't) and Ed appears to be taking one last look at his partner of so many years.
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i avoided this meme for years but, well, what am i even doing here if i dont draw it at least once?
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leverage-ot3 · 9 months ago
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hi really random question but ive been following you forever ily and I feel like you might know the answer but do you know where/who has leverage eps? like a logo less account or like mega link? ily thank you thank you
knowing my blog and my brand you are absolutely correct that I should know how to access/pirate shit, but unfortunately for me I am easily overwhelmed and been too unmotivated to actually look for ways to access episodes for editing purposes etc
to any of my followers that know how to pirate, make edits, etc that have this knowledge, can you please help a fella out? either in the comments or messaging me- I would also love to know how to do this so that when I do have some free time and am motivated I could try to make some content for us
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thebluestbluewords · 8 months ago
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OT3 Week Day One: Meet-Cute
a sea ot3 meet-cute of sorts :) I'm going to be trying my best for the @ot3-week prompts! Mostly Gil and Uma, pre-ship, more of a meet-ugly than a meet-cute. Because they're terrible adorable children and I think Gil is an underrated sweetheart even when everyone else is being terrible all around him.
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“I HATE YOU!” 
“I HATE YOU MORE!” Uma shouts back, balling her hands into fists so she’ll be ready when he stupid slimy ex-best friend starts swinging at her. “YOUR MOM IS STUPID AND YOU’RE EVEN STUPIDER BECAUSE YOU’RE JUST MINI-HER.” 
Mal, daughter of Maleficent, the undisputed queen of the Isle of the Lost elementary school playground, narrows her eyes. “Take it back.” 
Uma, daughter of Ursula, the queen of nothing except for possibly her mother's bad graces, sticks her tongue out. “No. You’re mean and boring and so’s your mom.” 
“Take it back, Uma! Or you’re not invited to my birthday party!” 
“You’re not having a party,” Uma sneers. “Nobody has parties anymore, not after what your mom did to the last girl who left you out. You’re the one who ruined parties for everyone, because you’re the worst, and you’re not even interesting about it. You’re just a baby who hides in your mom’s shadow all the time, and you–” 
“TAKE IT BACK!” Mal screeches. Uma’s plenty accustomed to screaming. It’s her mom’s main way of communicating with the staff at the chip shop, and Uma is seven years old now, which is more than old enough to be considered part of the staff, by both her mother’s expert opinion, and her own assessment of her precocious skills. She can catch fish with her mom, and slice the bones out of a flounder faster than any other kid she’s pulled off the docks, and she hardly ever drops ice cubes into the fryer anymore, even when she’s carrying a whole tray of drinks from the icebox and has to lift it over her head to dodge the knives Petey the main cook throws at her sometimes. 
What she’s less accustomed to is her former best friend launching herself at her teeth-first. 
“FUCK!” Uma screeches back. “Biting’s cheating! You’re not just a boring baby, you’re a boring, stupid, mean cheater!” 
“Take it back!” 
“No! You’re a boring baby and so’s your mom!” 
“You’re boring! You’re so boring that you don’t even know how to use the swings!” 
Uma shakes Mal’s teeth out of her arm, and shoves her back with both hands. “I know more than you.” 
Mal bares her teeth again. One of her front ones is loose, and there’s a scrape mark in the neat imprint on Uma’s arm that matches up with it. “Do not.” 
“Do so. You’re not invited to parties because everyone hates you. Because you can’t do anything without your mom there to make people do it for you.” 
Mal narrows her eyes. “I bet you I can make everyone kick you off the swingset. And the climbing bars. And the tower.” 
“You can’t.” 
There’s a dangerous green light in her ex-friend’s eyes. “Can so. You can have the sandbox. It’s for babies. Not even a baby like you can have fun in there.” 
The sandbox is widely regarded as the worst part of the school sulking ground. It smells like cat pee and cigarette butts, and not even the cats that pee in the alleys around the school will go in it anymore. 
It’s also boring. Nobody ever falls off and breaks their face on the sandbox, and you can’t do flips off it or anything. There’s no gold coins buried in the sand like there sometimes are on the real beach, and there’s not even any sharp shells left after the first group of elementary school kids, the ones a year or two or even three older than them came through and pulled them all out for makeshift knives. 
Sometimes being the second group of kids born on the isle sucks even more than usual. 
“Make me.” Uma snaps. 
Mal’s eyes flash green. “I will.” she spins around to the crowd of dirty boys who’ve been climbing up the rickety wooden tower that’s the best place to play. “HEY GUYS. I HAVE A NEW GAME. IT’S CALLED KEEP SHRIMPY FISH LOSERS OFF THE TOWER.” 
The boys stare. 
Mal sighs. “I mean, GET HER OUT OF HERE.” 
The future brainless henchmen of the isle already understand how to follow orders. “GET HER” is pretty clear even to a brain-damaged kid, so Uma makes her second smart decision of the day (the first being ditching Mal, because ugh) and turns to sprint to the sandbox before the boys realize that the base of their precious tower (with all the cool climbing spots and platforms and places to hide and pretend to stab each other) is built on a pile of small, easily throw-able rocks. 
“This isn’t over, princess!” Uma shouts. Even though it is. She’s smaller than the henchmen boys, even though she’s strong enough to work in her mom’s shop already, and she can throw rocks back, but she’s better than fighting against henchmen. She’s going to be a captain of her own crew someday, and she’s got to out-plot her slimy, cheating ex-best friend. 
“IT TOTALLY IS.” Mal shouts. 
“It’s totally not,” Uma grumbles under her breath. “I’m gonna be so much cooler than that ass-kissing baby. She just follows her mom and calls it cool, and everyone’s too scared to tell her anything else. I’m not gonna be like that.” 
She kicks a lumpy patch of sand. “Stupid. Stupid slimy Mal.” 
The sand– 
Uma kicks the sand again. Sand isn’t supposed to move like that, and even though she’s pretty sure that nobody at school is powerful enough to do magic under the barrier, because even her mom can’t use magic with the spell, and nobody at the elementary school is more powerful than a real sea witch, even one without most of her powers, there’s a lot of bad stuff and dangerous stuff and stuff that wants to hurt kids on their island, and she’s not too sure that the sandbox is actually clear, because it’s the worst and nobody’s played there for weeks. Partly because they haven’t had school in a week, because they only have Dr. Facilier and Mother Gothel as teachers, and they both left to do some other stuff that was “more important than teaching brats like you lot” last week, but also because the sandbox is the worst and nobody wants to play in it. Because it sucks. 
“Hey!” The lumpy sand says. 
Ume jumps back. “Are you a creep? Are you going to start licking my toes? My mom says creeps do that to little girls who don’t stay away.” 
“I’m hiding.” 
Her mom’s stories about creepy men don’t include many details about them hiding in sandboxes. “Have you considered not hiding?” Uma asks. “I could use a minion right now.” 
“Oh. No. No thanks.” 
Thanks? 
“Who the fuck says thanks?” Uma asks. “Are you sure you’re not a creep?” 
“I’m sure.” 
“That sounds like something a creep would say. One who’s lying.” 
Finally, the sand shifts again. “I’m not!” it says indignantly. “I’m just hiding a little bit.” 
Uma plops down next to the sand, which now that she’s actually looking at it, is all disturbed in a big pile right around where the kid is hiding. She hadn’t noticed before, due to being so mad that she wanted to spit on everything and maybe burn down the stupid play tower. Which isn’t even real. She’s not even kicked off a real tower, which would be something cool and evil and not lame at all. 
“Why’re you hiding anyway? All the kids are busy kicking me off the fun stuff anyway.” 
The pile shakes a bit more, and a blue eye emerges from the sand sort of near where Uma’s feet are. “Are you sure?” 
She snorts. “Sure’s snakes.” 
“Shakes?” 
“Snakes. Like, hiss hiss?” 
“Oh.” The pile shakes a little bit more, and a freckled nose peeks out. “I know what snakes are. I’m only a little bit stupid. My brother Third, he brought home a dead snake one time, and he wanted to put it in a stew, only my dad wouldn’t, and Third put it on a stick instead and roasted it over the fire, and then Dad said we couldn’t eat it cause the scales weren’t safe for kids, only I was awake later, and he totally said that ‘cause he was just waiting for us to go to bed so he could eat it himself.” 
Uma wrinkles her nose. “Gross.” 
“No, it looked good! I mean, wicked. It looked– tasty, I mean. Yeah.” 
Uma snorts, but not because she’s annoyed anymore. “You’re not very evil, are you?” 
“I’m super evil!” 
“Then why’re you hiding?” she shoots back. “Evil kids don’t hide from each other. We fight, like villains.” 
“You’re hiding,” the sand-kid points out. “In the corner with me. That makes us both not very evil.” 
Uma’s chest does a little flip at that. She’s the most evil. She’s just…plotting. “I’m taking a tactical retreat. To plot my next move. I’m super evil. Even more than you, blondie.” 
The kid shakes his way loose of the sand pile. He’s really blond, more than just the little pieces of hair that were sticking out with his nose before. He’s like a bleached broom, all pale and fluffy and covered with dirt, even though it’s mostly sand.  “It’s okay to hide with me. If you want. I’m Gil.” 
Uma sticks out her hand to shake like her mother does with new staff. “Uma.” 
She squeezes, just like her mom does. It’s not quite the same, because she doesn’t have tentacles and octopus strength behind her grip, but that’s okay because she shouldn’t care what some loser who buried himself in the sandbox thinks about her. 
He squeezes back. And smiles. 
What a weirdo. 
“You’re cool!” Gil announces, dropping her hand abruptly. “You should come meet my other friend!” 
“We’re not friends,” Uma says, because this is important to her. She doesn’t have friends anymore. She has enemies and people who aren’t her enemies yet, and she’s the coolest, evilest, most independent future-ruler of the school. She doesn’t need friends, not like that stupid fairy. She’s better than that. Better than all of them. “I don’t have friends.” 
Gil blinks at her. He’s tall, and he’s got big arms, Uma realizes. He could probably throw a rock a lot further than she can. He could get one all the way up to the second or third layer of the tower, maybe. “I have friends.” 
“No, Gil. Villains don’t have friends. You can be…” 
It’s a bad idea. It’s a monumentally bad idea. Villains don’t have friends, and she shouldn’t want to use weird boys who hide in the sandbox, but she doesn’t have many other options. “You can be my sidekick,” Uma finishes. “Just for today.” 
Gil beams at her. “I like that! I’ll be your sidekick every day, Uma. Let’s go get Harry now!” 
He grabs her hand and starts tugging. 
“Gil.” 
He stops. Perfect. A useful sidekick follows orders. 
“What?” 
“I’m the leader,” Uma explains, tossing her braids over her shoulder. “That means I lead the way, and you’re the one who follows me.” 
“Oh. But– but I know where Harry is, and you don’t know him yet, so I could show you? If you want?’ 
Sidekicks. Never the brightest. “You can tell me where he is,” Uma explains. “And then I can lead us both to him. Because–” 
Gil picks up on the cue this time. “You���re the leader, and I’m your sidekick. Got it, Uma.” 
“Perfect! Now, where’s my sidekick number two?” 
Gil frowns. 
He spins in a circle. 
“Um.” 
Oh, evil.
 “Is he real?” Uma asks, with enormous patience, considering the circumstances. Playground exile is no laughing matter, and she can still ditch this kid if he’s the sort of baby who still talks to imaginary friends. It’s not like anyone still believes in ghosts, not when they can’t die on their island. 
“He’s totally real!” Gil instsis, still spinning. “He’s the coolest ever except for you and he’s got a red coat and he steals crocodile teeth from his sister Harriet and he’s got real fish in his lunch and– there he is!” 
He points to a teeny, tiny little stick of a kid with the craziest black hair Uma’s ever seen, and yes, okay, a red jacket. 
A kid who’s in the middle of being thrown off the tower. 
Perfect. 
“Okay, blondie,” Uma laughs, over the sound of Harry’s shriek as Gaston Junior pitches him off the tower platform. “We’re mounting a rescue mission.”
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angelwiththeblue-box · 1 year ago
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the leverage crew is the best known pirate crew in all seven seas- and also the weirdest
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leveragetober day 10- alternate universe
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taglist: @blueskiesandstarrynights @katbratsupernaturalwhore @thedrowningpoetofdionysus @thedragonemperess @someguyiguess @dramabeansoup @genuine-possum @depressedtransguy (lemme know of you want to be added or removed)
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eye-of-yelough · 18 days ago
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i do think it’s funny i picked possibly the most jealous dragon age companion Ever to romance with a polyamorous hawke. sorry anders
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