#oyster piracy

[chauvinist-without-a-cause]

Oh to be a governor waving a cutlass out of a tugboat trying to chase down 3 women sailing a sloop and failing so badly I get a comic opera written about me

i wish i had something clever to say about this

[fricklefracklefloof]

if anyone has any old recordings of the wylan chapters of crooked kingdom audiobook (like the one that used to be on youtube before it got taken down) i will pay you. i will literally pay you. i will do literally anything to hear that awful va’s interpretations of the characters of the way he read wylan’s lines of HIS KAZ INTERPRETATION please please please please please please i just need to hear smokes-six-packs-of-cigarettes-a-day kaz brekker again it would make my day so much better

[strangelittlestories]

Captain Hook was in the process of making a third pirate walk the plank, when his first mate came up to the deck.

“Where is it?” Hook snarled at the pirate, brandishing a cutlass at his chest. “I know one of you must have taken it!”

“Uh, Captain Hook, sir?” The first mate piped up, nervously. “What are the crew walking the plank about this time?”

“Someone’s taken my Taylor Swift CDs! And they’ll pay for it.”

The first mate groaned. There was nothing more sure to upset Hook than someone messing with his playlist.

“Now, now, Captain.” cajoled the first mate. “Maybe we can listen to some Ke$ha instead?”

“I can’t listen to TiK-ToK! It reminds me of that damned crocodile. And you salty dogs should all know that!” In a rage, Hook advanced down the plank, forcing the poor pirate another step back towards the brink. “Well, I’ll show you what happens to thieves on my ship. There’s a blank space in the ocean, baby, and guess what?”

“You’ll write his name?”

“At the very least, I’ll put an ‘X’ there!”

“Captain! Perhaps we could just … download the music? You know, illegally?”

“That’s piracy, you foul cur!” Hook turned to his first mate with murder in his eyes. “What, would you download a flintlock? A dinghy? Would you download a mermaid, you foul tempest-botherer? Would you split her into bytes and force her through the sieve of our terrible wi-fi? Would you use all our data to torrent a whole-ass mermaid?!?”

“Well, we are *pirates*, sir?”

“But what about the record labels’ profits, you shucked oyster of a man? What about their projected turnover? Did you think about the turnover??”

“Okay, no downloads, sir.” The first mate held up his hands in surrender. “How about a sing song? We could do a shanty?”

“I’m sick of shanties!” Hook turned back to the pirate on the plank, cast the cutlass aside and dropkicked him straight into the sea. “The plankings will continue until the music improves!”

“Right you are, Captain. Sorry, Captain!”

The first mate fled back below decks. As he reached his hammock, the dismayed look on his face was replaced with a devious smile.

He took the walkman out of its hiding place and inserted a CD, then popped on the earphones. He began to quietly sing along:

“It’s Smee. Hi. I’m the problem, it’s Smee.”

[undeadvinyls]

Eyeing you with my one singular eye

Cookie’s body? Hello? Looking? Staring? Observing?

IM SO SORRY IT TOO SO LONG TO ANSWER at first i wanted to answer with a drawing/couple of sketches but then i procrastinated which made me feel bad, because i RLLY wanted to share this lore.

okay so, let's just start with saying this off chest,

calamari cookie is the secret, land identity of Kraken Cookie, a legendary kraken-like sea creature which has roamed the seas around the Creme Republic.

I've been working on a story for it for a while now, so i'll share a quick timeline. Calamari/Kraken uses she/he/they pronouns in both identities.

The story happens somewhere after the events of A Mermaid's Tale, but in a different part of the sea. With the ongoing hunt for sea creature cookies, great kraken cookie was one of the main targets for hunting season, being called a "threat" to all the cookies of the republic, but because of Abalone's demise events prior, another crew of cookies was assigned with hunting her. These cookies were the family of Macadamia Cookie, the Macadamia Clan. It wasn't a powerful house like House Oyster, hell it was a simple Cookie Clan. But the republic knew these cookies were the creme de la creme of sailors, hardened by their bond and experiences.

The at the time head of the clan, which was macadamia's maternal ancestor, was assigned with hunting kraken cookie for good.

instead, what she saw was not a monster, not a dangerous sea creature, but a hurt cookie drowned in grief from all the pain that cookies like abalone has caused them and their friends. forming a friendship between the two, macadamia's ancestor came with an offer, that they will protect great kraken at any cost and will hide the truth, but he will have to dissappear from the public eye. and so, using magic, kraken cookie has taken the land identity of calamari cookie, as macadamia's family sworn protection of her.

it is now a family secret that the family clan has hidden the truth, saving the sea cookie instead of slaying it, like they were commissioned with. everyone believes that "the kraken is dead", yet no one knows the truth. that is the reason why macadamia cookie is calamari's cookie first mate and most trusted crew member, just as his ancestors were her most trusted cookies too.

after all these years, calamari is still grateful for the help, and thank to them, she learned that not all land cookies are evil, but was still hurt by the ones who were rotten inside, that is why, calamari never takes evil cookies lightly, especially those who dare threaten her found family - the kraken fortune crew.

EDIT 22/05/2024: forgot about one small thing, so i'm copying this off a reblog of this post, so people who generally read original posts instead of reblogs, could also see it.

original text:

"i unfortunely forgot abt this nuance but calamari cookie has not entirely given up on her original identity!! she still, often even, transforms into kraken cookie to see how are underwater cookies doing. she sometimes spends a few days in her old form too, you could say that overtime, he found a balance between his life of piracy and his life of a sea cookie. they just do not emerge out of water too much, in fear of the truth coming out to light. she doesn't want her "return" to be marked as a point for "a new era of monster hunting".

the crew also knows abt this secret, and they've promised to never tell anyone. but sometimes you can see kraken cookie hugging the crew members near a deserted island and they love their sea monster captain so much. recently she also met sorbet shark and they are his baby"

[jessaerys]

i have spotify cracked on my laptop and today i've been deleting all the music i already have in my itunes library from my liked songs with the purpose of weeding out what i'm missing and what artists/genres i want to explore more of, and god damn the UI is overwhelmingly BUSY and the top-ten-songs-only shuffle incredibly annoying. it's also really clear now how if you're not playing mind games with the algorithm it's gonna like, typecast your music taste. also they made it way harder to get rid of liked songs AND took away the heart? what the fuck. stop living like this you guys the world is your piracy oyster

[razorsadness]

Acker wrote to fill the void of feminine subjectivity in writing as ‘I’—she also wrote for freedom. To save herself from constrictions of The Self. Kathy Acker mimed and mined literature, ravishing book after book that throughout history has silenced and foreclosed women and feminine writing. She broke them open, subverted the phallic ‘eye’, and re-told these stories, trying to find her ‘I’— an act of piracy. (There is only seeing and, in order to go to see, one must be a pirate.) A lone pirate, aboard a phantom ship, Kathy Acker sought to uncover the stories lost at sea, buried alive under the sand, marooned on piece of driftwood—forever lost. She swam in an ocean of books (the places for transformations), dived down into the depths. She transformed: grew gills, breathed in the water, letting the words fill her. She stole the language of the deep (into which all drown), one that she could only come upon as she disappeared. She learned the language of ghosts—appearing as mirages on the bow. (Ghosts equals pirates.) She pried open an oyster shell, put it to her ear and listened intently to the language of her body: its inner rhythms, embodied knowings, a relational energetic labyrinth of becoming woman. She swallowed the pearl (treasure!).

As a woman, (Born dead), Kathy Acker spent her life climbing out of holes—leather-clad, leopard print bandana, never taking off her rings. Each novel, essay or poem written was Acker climbing up out of various gendered, tabooed, literary, systemic holes. And if she wasn’t climbing out of them she was filling them in—with words, with fingers. 

—Mollie Elizabeth Pyne, from “After After Kathy Acker” (3:AM Magazine, August 2018)

[tresdem]

Half Shell

The thing is, Stede makes people happy. No, scratch that. Stede pisses people off most of the time like a grain of sand somewhere in your sheets you just can't find, but you can fucking feel it. He's fucking mental, and wild, and cheerful and desperate and, at times, yeah, too stupid to live, but he keeps on going somehow. So, really, Stede makes a space for other people to find their happiness. His grain of sand self is what makes a pearl inside an oyster. Ed's seen it. He's been amazed by it. Not just Fang who was always a sneeze away from being a teddy bear, but Izzy- fucksake- Izzy was singing. Ed hadn't heard his voice in ages, years, decades, and had forgotten just how beautiful it was.

So Stede makes a space for people to be happy, truly happy, happier than Ed thought any pirate could be. It's not just a party on deck, not just a break from the madness, but a party to celebrate the life they already had. A life they already lived.

But... Stede doesn't make Ed happy. Well he does sometimes, in fits and starts, when he's not being a dick. And when Ed is happy, he feels like he's the happiest he's ever been. But he can't fucking keep it. He can't fucking sustain it. It's because he's fucked, he knows this. Fucked in the head, fucked in life, he feels like sometimes he started off born in rage in blood and it went all downhill from there.

And now Stede is on his way to something great, something he's always wanted, something that's coming true far faster than even Ed would have expected and it's fucking genius and Ed is happy for him, but Ed just...isn't happy. He should be. He wants to be. He tries to be. He tries to shake the emptiness inside him, the questions of what is he? Who is he? Really? Who has he ever been? Who is this Edward then who is not Blackbeard or the Kraken but some secret third thing he's never had the chance to find out because it was always one fucking thing after another? And with those thoughts come the rain, come the gloom, come the ever present mist that clogs up his veins and fills his head and makes him want to curl up in the darkness of his bedroom and not come out. A time which had always frustrated Izzy to no end and Ed can't blame him. A time which Stede has never seen, not really, and would really cut into his whimsy. He would be concerned maybe at first and then irritated and then sad wondering why he's not enough. It would be shit. It would be an absolute misery. And Ed would want to do everything he could to keep being normal, whatever the fuck that was, until he snapped- which wouldn't be good.

And he could tell it to him, he could try to explain it to him, to talk it through as a crew, but sometimes he wonders if Stede would ever really listen if it's something he doesn't want to hear. And being ignored would be worse. Would cut him down to flakes of bone. And Stede could never understand Ed wanting to find himself. Hadn't fucking understood before, couldn't understand now. But then Stede had always been more himself than Ed has ever known. But as he stands on the dock, watching the fish glassy eyed, resting in the basket, ready to be sold and eaten- he can't help but yearn for it, that simplicity, a place where he could just be for a moment, a breath, where no one would care if there was mist in him or not. Where he could find out who this Edward Teach was and if he even wanted to be him at all. If he was even worth being.

And, in the end, he doesn't know if he'll be happy. He doubts he'll ever find that for himself. But he knows that Stede will be in his new brilliant life, bright as the sunshine, changing the world and the very fucking definition of piracy- and even if Ed isn't sure if he'll ever be able to sustain that spark, but he can be happy for Stede, and maybe that will just have to be enough.

Fin~ (if you like this, check out Never Shall We Die)

[thematicparallel]

REREAD UNTIL SOC CH.16!!! thoughts!!!!!!!!

once again complaining about shadow and bone tv precisely because it's not about six of crows instead. point 1, i think it was wasted opportunity that we barely saw kaz's sleight of hand & lockpick talents

thinking about them planning the ice court heist, kaz saying "this can be done and we're the ones to do it" oh the blacksailsism of it all!! and who's more powerful? the one who made the storm or the one who convinced us into battle to defeat it?

if i loved Inej less, then i might be able to talk about it more

if i loved Inej more, then i might also be able to carve a man's eye out of its socket as easy as shucking an oyster

the way Inej has no Dregs tattoo because Kaz didn't want to be the one to mark her again after her time at the Menagerie & both of them knowing, feeling her impermanence with the Dregs no matter how irreplaceable she is.. also thinking about Suli paths & how they travel a lot, which would parallel Inej's desire to captain a pirate ship & Kaz making it true...... god!!

will never forgive L.B. for trying to redeem Matthias, trying to make the readers sympathize with a bigoted piece of shit he says to nina "i saved your life and you accused me of being a slaver" BITCH YOU WERE A LITERAL SLAVER & WORSE...... glad he'll die later

black sails parallels that live in my head: inej = anne (choosing freedom by way of high seas piracy). kaz = max (embodying the place they chose to haunt)

[terrorpenned]

DOSSIER : CAPTAIN GORE

studies in: the merciless captain, Mr. Rochester and Bertha, Heathcliff, Mr. de Winter, Le Barbe Bleue, colonial ascendancy, ill-gotten mansions, the revenge of the dead.

FULL NAME: Captain Gideon Gorelieu. alias Captain Bartholomew Gore, alias Roberts AGE: 44 BIRTH DATE: May 17, 1682 ETHNICITY: white, French and Welsh GENDER: cis man ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: biromantic, lean towards women SEXUAL ORIENTATION: bisexual, lean towards women RELIGION: largely agnostic, some spiritualism and sailor superstition SPOKEN LANGUAGE: English, Welsh, some Gaelic and Louisiana / Creole French CURRENT LIVING CONDITIONS: split between a mansion in French colonial Louisiana; his flagship, La Tuerie; or his schooner, La Petite Revenante OCCUPATION: pirate, smuggler, plantation owner

RELATIONSHIPS

PARENTS: Alain and Carys Gorelieu   SIBLINGS: a handful of brothers, deceased SIGNIFICANT OTHER: Miss Priscilla de Claire of New Orleans CHILDREN: none, that he knows of

PHYSICAL TRAITS

EYE COLOUR: blue-green HAIR COLOUR: red HEIGHT: 5'9″  BODY BUILD: bulky, athletic TATTOOS + PIERCINGS: small gold sailors hoops (permanent) in each ear, several nautical tattoos scattered across his chest and arms including an anchor, crossed canons, swallows, and a carrick bend knot NOTABLE PHYSICAL TRAITS: distinctive, flaming red hair; a pointed mustache and goatee, elegant clothing that is salt-stained and what suspiciously looks like blood; always heavily armed with a pair of pistols at the ready and a large broadsword, as well as grenades, daggers, and poisons

PERSONALITY

INTELLIGENCE: extremely smart when it comes to practical, battle maneuvers, sailing, and smuggling / spywork. can read and write as necessary for the ship's logs, and decent arithmetic, anything beyond that is a bit of a struggle and can be a little masochistic. tends to rely on natural intuition rather than planning, mostly to his success. LIKES: alcohol of all kinds: namely gin, rum, and red wine ( rumors persist that the Captain adds a little blood to his cabernet sauvignon ), the smell of black powder, oysters, catfish, gumbo, oxtail, pain de campagne, storms, nightfall, the smell of blood, oil paintings ( particularly the Dutch masters ), silver, bronze, brothels and seedy taverns, jewel-toned clothing, leather, the sound of the french language, sea chanteys and work songs, the scent of ladies' perfume, onions, lemons, brick, wood, the feel of velvet, the sound of the guitar and harpsichord, an intoxicated ballroom, working with his hands, wielding power, comprehensive control DISLIKES: democratic piracy, brassy women, colonial officials ( to the extent that he is not them and does not wield their power ), the English and their navy, gold accents, pearl accents, the feel of silk clothing ( on himself: on women it's delightful ), the sound of the violin and flute, sunny days, windless days, cowardice, surrender, macaroni fashion, the feeling of wigs ( he tolerates wearing it when he has to, but does not enjoy it ), hardtack + weevils, burgoo, salt pork – anything preserved and flavorless, bananas, strawberries, the Idea of love and its weakness, waiting, any perceived pretentiousness / academia ( decently enjoys reading/books/etc, but despises the european collegiate structure, the royal academy, etc ), structural Christianity, sand in his boots

Bio:

Gideon Gorelieu was born almost nothing to a pair of indentured servants in French Louisiana: his father repaired the local magnate's fishing fleet, his mother a maid in one of the minor sugar baron's households. he watched his two older brothers die in a hurricane that wreaked horror on their coastal community, and his younger brother never lived past childhood –– dead of sickness and starvation, and his mother died of grief soon after. with a decent knowledge of fishing boats and weather patterns, he took to sea on a merchant vessel as a green hand, but showed promise and eventually made his way up through the ranks. as an officer, he was instrumental in staging a mutiny against their captain, and the ship became a profitable smuggling operation rather than a legal merchant ship. with her dark grey sails and unique capacity for escaping the notice of the law amongst the sandbars and coves, the schooner took a new name: La Petite Revenante.

for a while, Gideon bent his head to the new captain, but in an outburst of his soon to be infamous temper, killed his only competition in a duel of honor. when they put to sea again, he raised the prospect of piracy: any dissenters had their throats slit and were tossed to the sharks, leaving only the most merciless, and callus, among them. after a few minor prizes, cutting their teeth as buccaneers and filling out their ranks, Captain Gorelieu set his sights on a Spanish frigate. the revenante's crew swarmed aboard, and slaughtered almost every single man, leaving only a few to swim ashore and tell the tale of the newly-named CAPTAIN BARTHOLOMEW GORE.

Gore rapidly became a successful pirate with his flagship, La Tuerie, in his command, taking several prizes that he allocated to the command of his officers and building out a sizeable fleet. the Louisiana governor, wishing to keep Gore as an ally rather than an enemy, offered him a commission as a privateer, a plot of land, and some political influence if in exchange he would show mercy to the colony and share his ill-gotten wealth with them instead of elsewhere. Gore could not refuse, and began construction on the place which put fear into the hearts of all those enslaved and indentured who worked on it: Bloodmere Manor. to separate the privateer who now lived in privilege and wealth ( and hard won fear and respect ) in New Orleans from the bloodthirsty pirate captain, Gore occasionally used the name Roberts in other ports like Nassau, Port Royal, and Havana, but the people of Louisiana always attributed the stories of bloodshed to their own captain.

on one of his returns to New Orleans to check on the progress of his new mansion, Gore dined with the governor and a few of the city's socialites and was introduced to Miss Priscilla de Claire, a lovely, innocent nineteen year old heiress who –– kept in the dark about Gore's piratical exploits –– was charmed by the older captain who could be most gentlemanlike when he wanted to be. he began courting her, swaying her with expensive gifts and endless attention, and the two were set to be married as soon as the manor was finished. Gorelieu began integrating himself more completely into landed society and into his role as a plantation owner, befriending the de Claire's and most of the other New Orleans families with a by-and-by more polished exterior. but by night, he drank heavily, and every time he closed his eyes began to be haunted by the faceless masses he had put to the sword.

on the very night they were wed, Gorelieu hosted the de Claire's and other prominent families in the richly-decorated mansion, but while he entertained his in-laws, Priscilla snuck off alone to explore her new home. in the basement, she discovered a chest full of relics of his pirate's life: weapons, and maps, and worst of all, the bones of his enemies, kept like souvenirs and not all of them cleaned. she confronted Gore, horrified, threatening to have their marriage annulled. Gore was incensed. ( alongside the loss of his love, he stood to lose her dowry, too ) in a fit of rage, he dashed his bride's head against the wall, and bricked her body up in it.

while the de Claire's searched the bayou endlessly for their missing daughter, assuming she had balked from married life and fled the obligations of becoming his bride, Priscilla ensured her husband could not enjoy his newfound wealth, or find any peace in the expansive house: her ghost tormented him to madness, until he fled again to sea ( hoping to escape some suspicion, as well ). but he found no respite from his bride, there, either, and the visions followed him until –– his ears filled with endless screams –– he hung himself from the yardarm, a ghostly specter on a ship of death, leaving the mansion empty of everything but ghosts.

[i-stand-unshaken]

Still working on my second Assassin’s Creed Odyssey playthrough and I forgot how much island hopping fun is in this game, especially on the east of the map. The Ancient Greek Mediterranean is pretty much your oyster. HOT TAKE: with all the islands (yeah it’s not the Caribbean, but there are still plenty of palm trees), sunken ruins and ship-to-ship combat, to me this feels like the sequel to AC IV: Black Flag that everyone’s been asking for, just swapping out the Golden Age of Piracy for Ancient Greece. Can’t help but wish that the seafaring had Black Flag’s storms and rogue waves, though.

[widowshill]

DOSSIER: CAPTAIN GORE

studies in: the merciless captain, Mr. Rochester and Bertha, Heathcliff, Mr. de Winter, Le Barbe Bleue, colonial ascendancy, ill-gotten mansions, the revenge of the dead.

FULL NAME: Captain Gideon Gorelieu. alias Captain Bartholomew Gore, alias Roberts AGE: 44 BIRTH DATE: May 17, 1682 ETHNICITY: white, French and Welsh GENDER: cis man ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: biromantic, lean towards women SEXUAL ORIENTATION: bisexual, lean towards women RELIGION: largely agnostic, some spiritualism and sailor superstition SPOKEN LANGUAGE: English, Welsh, some Gaelic and Louisiana / Creole French CURRENT LIVING CONDITIONS: split between a mansion in French colonial Louisiana; his flagship, La Tuerie; or his schooner, La Petite Revenante OCCUPATION: pirate, smuggler, plantation owner

RELATIONSHIPS

PARENTS: Alain and Carys Gorelieu   SIBLINGS: a handful of brothers, deceased SIGNIFICANT OTHER: Miss Priscilla de Claire of New Orleans CHILDREN: none, that he knows of

PHYSICAL TRAITS

EYE COLOUR: blue-green HAIR COLOUR: red HEIGHT: 5'9″  BODY BUILD: bulky, athletic TATTOOS + PIERCINGS: small gold sailors hoops (permanent) in each ear, several nautical tattoos scattered across his chest and arms including an anchor, crossed canons, swallows, and a carrick bend knot NOTABLE PHYSICAL TRAITS: distinctive, flaming red hair; a pointed mustache and goatee, elegant clothing that is salt-stained and what suspiciously looks like blood; always heavily armed with a pair of pistols at the ready and a large broadsword, as well as grenades, daggers, and poisons

PERSONALITY

INTELLIGENCE: extremely smart when it comes to practical, battle maneuvers, sailing, and smuggling / spywork. can read and write as necessary for the ship's logs, and decent arithmetic, anything beyond that is a bit of a struggle and can be a little masochistic. tends to rely on natural intuition rather than planning, mostly to his success. LIKES: alcohol of all kinds: namely gin, rum, and red wine ( rumors persist that the Captain adds a little blood to his cabernet sauvignon ), the smell of black powder, oysters, catfish, gumbo, oxtail, pain de campagne, storms, nightfall, the smell of blood, oil paintings ( particularly the Dutch masters ), silver, bronze, brothels and seedy taverns, jewel-toned clothing, leather, the sound of the french language, sea chanteys and work songs, the scent of ladies' perfume, onions, lemons, brick, wood, the feel of velvet, the sound of the guitar and harpsichord, an intoxicated ballroom, working with his hands, wielding power, comprehensive control DISLIKES: democratic piracy, brassy women, colonial officials ( to the extent that he is not them and does not wield their power ), the English and their navy, gold accents, pearl accents, the feel of silk clothing ( on himself: on women it's delightful ), the sound of the violin and flute, sunny days, windless days, cowardice, surrender, macaroni fashion, the feeling of wigs ( he tolerates wearing it when he has to, but does not enjoy it ), hardtack + weevils, burgoo, salt pork – anything preserved and flavorless, bananas, strawberries, the Idea of love and its weakness, waiting, any perceived pretentiousness / academia ( decently enjoys reading/books/etc, but despises the european collegiate structure, the royal academy, etc ), structural Christianity, sand in his boots

Bio:

Gideon Gorelieu was born almost nothing to a pair of indentured servants in French Louisiana: his father repaired the local magnate's fishing fleet, his mother a maid in one of the minor sugar baron's households. he watched his two older brothers die in a hurricane that wreaked horror on their coastal community, and his younger brother never lived past childhood –– dead of sickness and starvation, and his mother died of grief soon after. with a decent knowledge of fishing boats and weather patterns, he took to sea on a merchant vessel as a green hand, but showed promise and eventually made his way up through the ranks. as an officer, he was instrumental in staging a mutiny against their captain, and the ship became a profitable smuggling operation rather than a legal merchant ship. with her dark grey sails and unique capacity for escaping the notice of the law amongst the sandbars and coves, the schooner took a new name: La Petite Revenante.

for a while, Gideon bent his head to the new captain, but in an outburst of his soon to be infamous temper, killed his only competition in a duel of honor. when they put to sea again, he raised the prospect of piracy: any dissenters had their throats slit and were tossed to the sharks, leaving only the most merciless, and callus, among them. after a few minor prizes, cutting their teeth as buccaneers and filling out their ranks, Captain Gorelieu set his sights on a Spanish frigate. the revenante's crew swarmed aboard, and slaughtered almost every single man, leaving only a few to swim ashore and tell the tale of the newly-named CAPTAIN BARTHOLOMEW GORE.

Gore rapidly became a successful pirate with his flagship, La Tuerie, in his command, taking several prizes that he allocated to the command of his officers and building out a sizeable fleet. the Louisiana governor, wishing to keep Gore as an ally rather than an enemy, offered him a commission as a privateer, a plot of land, and some political influence if in exchange he would show mercy to the colony and share his ill-gotten wealth with them instead of elsewhere. Gore could not refuse, and began construction on the place which put fear into the hearts of all those enslaved and indentured who worked on it: Bloodmere Manor. to separate the privateer who now lived in privilege and wealth ( and hard won fear and respect ) in New Orleans from the bloodthirsty pirate captain, Gore occasionally used the name Roberts in other ports like Nassau, Port Royal, and Havana, but the people of Louisiana always attributed the stories of bloodshed to their own captain.

on one of his returns to New Orleans to check on the progress of his new mansion, Gore dined with the governor and a few of the city's socialites and was introduced to Miss Priscilla de Claire, a lovely, innocent nineteen year old heiress who –– kept in the dark about Gore's piratical exploits –– was charmed by the older captain who could be most gentlemanlike when he wanted to be. he began courting her, swaying her with expensive gifts and endless attention, and the two were set to be married as soon as the manor was finished. Gorelieu began integrating himself more completely into landed society and into his role as a plantation owner, befriending the de Claire's and most of the other New Orleans families with a by-and-by more polished exterior. but by night, he drank heavily, and every time he closed his eyes began to be haunted by the faceless masses he had put to the sword.

on the very night they were wed, Gorelieu hosted the de Claire's and other prominent families in the richly-decorated mansion, but while he entertained his in-laws, Priscilla snuck off alone to explore her new home. in the basement, she discovered a chest full of relics of his pirate's life: weapons, and maps, and worst of all, the bones of his enemies, kept like souvenirs and not all of them cleaned. she confronted Gore, horrified, threatening to have their marriage annulled. Gore was incensed. ( alongside the loss of his love, he stood to lose her dowry, too ) in a fit of rage, he dashed his bride's head against the wall, and bricked her body up in it.

while the de Claire's searched the bayou endlessly for their missing daughter, assuming she had balked from married life and fled the obligations of becoming his bride, Priscilla ensured her husband could not enjoy his newfound wealth, or find any peace in the expansive house: her ghost tormented him to madness, until he fled again to sea ( hoping to escape some suspicion, as well ). but he found no respite from his bride, there, either, and the visions followed him until –– his ears filled with endless screams –– he hung himself from the yardarm, a ghostly specter on a ship of death, leaving the mansion empty of everything but ghosts.

[medicinemane]

Must not be too drunk if I can remember stuff like that for no reason almost all my music is in the music folder, but Blue Oyster Cult is in downloads (there’s actually a reason, you can probably figure it out)

[neverkayzat]

Rubbing my hands together mischievously (I wanted to add a few things, like addressing Frenchie and also the Midnight Man stuff) 😈

Frenchie Clarification: it was outrightly said that Frenchie had a crush on Marc! (Which, I love, but I cannot find the panel for the life of me 😔) Additionally, he looses his legs by an explosion from Randall when he’s called… no… not.. not ShadowKnight! ANYTHING BUT THE SHADOWLAND RUN PLEASE NO—and has awesome prosthetics alongside working at a top class, fancy diner :)

Furthermore, Jake always hung out at Gena’s in the older comics. He even was highly acquainted with her boys, giving them money, and Crawley money, if they gossiped to him basically. Gena didn’t allow this anymore when… well, I’m not spoiling it, but let’s just say, Jake does not hang out at Gena’s for a reason anymore.

With the Midnight Man, Marc killed him by pushing him off of a building in front of A GIANT CROWD. THOUSANDS OF PEOPLE. What we’re you thinking? Anyways, yeah. No, you’re basically right. Jeff’s father, the original Midnight Man, had a deep rooted legacy by being one of Moon Knight’s rivals (he once almost drowned Marc! Just for attempting to steal paintings! I love the OG Midnight Man, personally) When he dies from cancer and when Moon Knight declines the sidekick idea, Jeff turns evil, and Marc ends his life.

On the side, I enjoy that OP discussed his father bringing him home from Putnam’s and not the act that happened in Lemire’s run, for his father plays an important role in the older comics, and it would be odd if, you know, what happens in the Lemire comic. BUT ANYWAYS—

Another few runs to read, if you want to read more older comics, are those from the Hulk magazines! However, pre-warning, some issues may not be pirated, even though it is listed on their site. Another to read is Warren Ellis’ run (Moon Knight 2014 — which OP may of already said through saying: “from the dead” — but it’s Ellis’ run! This run effectively rebooted Moon Knight into his new form from It’s weird, horrible 2000’s counterpart— what was up with the 2000 runs??)

Also! Moon Knight is a (kind of) frequent Avenger! He makes random cameo’s everywhere, so really, when reading all of the comics he appears in, it’s a large variety! You could read from Secret Avengers to Original Sin to Contagion (my personal favorite — I even have a IRL copy of Contagion because I love it)! Really, the world is your oyster for comics, and a lot of the runs are super fun! Some comics may not be your cup of tea, but try them out, see what you like, and hold on dearly to your piracy services :)

Hey!, I just finished rewatching moon knight and now scrolling through the moon knight tags when I came across a post about how Mr knight is actually Marc Spector and Steven Grant is a playboy billionaire in the comics and I was shook. Then I came across your post of you ranting about the differences from the show to the comics, which blew my mind!, and now I’m so intrigued and curious about the true lore of moon knight, every time I try to search about it on google I just get references from the shows (so frustrating) I can’t afford to buy the comics, so if you can/want could you please tell me all the important and interesting facts/lore that’s in the moon knight comics?

Sorry for the long message, just came across your page and pressed follow, love your content!. ❤️

AAAAAAGGGGHHHH HOLY SHIT. HOLY SHIT. GIIGLING AND KICKING MY FEET IN THE AIR. HEY, LOOK MA, I MADE IT!! I GET TO EXPLAIN THE MOON KNIGHT COMICS LORE TO SOME GUY ON THE INTERNET!!

in all seriousness, this made my day. I'm so glad you enjoy my content, and I will happily explain to you the MK lore!

I completely get you on the not wanting to but the comics thing. Comics are expensive. Honey, imma be real with you, readcomiconline.li is where it's at. It's where I read all of the comics I didn't have.

So before I go on a tangent and explain things, and this goes for anyone wanting to start reading the comics, heres a little list of all the comics I've read so far in what I understand to be chronological order.

It's a little bit cheesy and a VERY long run, but Marc Spector: Moon Knight from 1989-94 is maaayybbeee where you want to start off, but maybe not. I didn't start off with this run, but even as bad as the old comics are, they're a bit important.

But, I HIGHLY suggest you start out with the Lemire and Smallwood run from 2016. It was the first run I completed, and it's an amazing run and VERY important to read. Many people say it's the best run. It's certainly a run, I'll tell you that. ( Also I didn't read that one online, I received it last year as a Christmas gift. Also readcomic doesn't have all of the issues, so be warned on that. )

Next I read From The Dead. And I moved on to Vengeance of The Moon Knight from 2009. And after I'd suggest reading Age of Khonshu, Devils Reign and then The Midnight Mission. You can read all of these for free on readcomiconline.li ( don't type in comics plural because it will direct you to the wrong site ) be warned though because there are a lot of ads and you will get jumpscared by anime boobies.

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Now moving onto what you asked me for. The important stuff, right.

I'm new to this whole comic reading stuff as well, and for anyone else reading this who knows more than I do, please add additional information I missed down in the reply section. It would mean a lot. So now I'm going to give a you a quick run down on Marc's origin story. ( And for a quick disclaimer, I will come off as not taking myself seriously in some parts of this post because I don't take myself seriously lol. )

Marc Spector was born on March 9th, 1987 in Chicago Illinois into a Jewish family. His father was Elias Spector and his mother was Wendy Spector ( his younger brother being Randall Spector )Elias was a rabbi who manged to escape Nazi prosecution during the days of Hitler and all that jazz. Because Elias was a rabbi, Randall would get picked on at school a lot, and Marc would be there to stand up for him. Even at a young age Marc was exposed to a lot of violence. That could come from growing up yk... Kinda poor and having to stand up for your lil bro.

Marc's violent nature was really born when a close family friend of his, Yitz Perlmen was discovered to be a secret serial killer who targeted Jews. From what I understand, Perlmen tried to Kill Marc ( mind you Marc was like 11 or 12 ) but Marc had escaped but his traumatic experiences led him to form D.I.D

As seen in the Lemire run, the first time Marc had encountered Khonshu was when he was 12 and was getting diagnosed for his D.I.D Marc wasn't told to his face from the doctor about his disorder and was told to step outside the office. Marc tried to evesdrop on the conversation, and from outside of the doctor's office, he meets Khonshu. Khonshu tells him, " That man in there is not your true father. I am. " Mind you, Marc is 12!!! 12!!!! Khonshu began manipulating Marc since he was twelve because he was, obviously really fucking young, and traumatized. Khonshus tactics were to strip Marc away from his religion and culture and make him submit to him.

So anyways, Marc was sent to Putnam Psychiatric Hospital and would stay there until he was 18 when his father funeral came along and he was let go for a week to go visit his family. This is where we learn Marc's relationship with his father was complex. Marc tells his mother, Wendy, that his father must have been happy to send him away because he was embarrassed by him. Wendy and Marc have an argument, which ends in Marc saying he's going to the bathroom, when he actually leaves to his childhood bedroom and escapes out the window when he hears Khonshus voice.

Marc later enlisted into the U.S marines Corps and served as a private for a couple years. But on Marc's second tour to Iraq, superiors started to report his odd behavior and they found out that Marc had lied about his disorder, leaving him to be discharged. Marc joined the CIA and served with his brother Randall. Randall was jealous of Marcs talents and killed Marc's girlfriend, Lisa, because she was going to expose a gun scheme. Marc then like... Threw bombs at Randall and shit and then assumed he was dead...but he wasn't.

Marc left the CIA after that and started doing illegal boxing, where he met his soon to be best friend, Jean-Paul Duchamp ( usually refered to as Frenchie ) and they became mercenaries together and started killing a bunch of people, in Marc's case, for mooonnneeyyy!!! Get that bag, girlie. And then Marc got put on trial for war crimes!! His crime being yk...assistanting the president of this south African country called Bosqueverde as one does.

And then he started to do missions under this group call the Karnak Cowboys and fell in love with one of his groupmates, Layla El-faouly, as seen in later issues of The Midnight Mission. Then she fucking died when an escape went wrong.

So anyways Marc meets this funny lil guy named Raoul Bushman ( he is not funny lil guy, he's killed hundred of people, probably) So Marc works for him with Frenchie and they, together, set to north Sudan to raid a dig site. ( This should start to sound familiar, as it was briefly touched on in the show when Arthur's guys captured Steven and put cuffs on him and slammed him in the back of their car ) Looks like raid shadow legends went down again, and things started to get not so epic when Raoul killed the lead Archeologist of the dig site, Peter Alraune in front of his daughter Marlene. This pissed the ever loving shit out of Marc because even though Marc likes violence, he doesn't enjoy violence against innocent people, and so he punches the fucker but uh oh! The Raoul Bushman Strikes Back, and he fucking KILLS MARC IN RETURN AND EVERYONE ELSE EXPECT FOR FRENCHIE AND MARLENE AND THIS ONE MF WHO TOLD HIM HE WOULD TELL HIM WHERE THE DIG SITE WAS. ( really Raoul left Marc mortally wounded, but he was on the brick of death, basically)

Marc was able to regain conscious and drag himself halfway to Khonshus tomb ( which is what Raoul was looking for ) Marlene and a bunch of other citizens find Marc and they carry him to Khonshus tomb. Marc hears Khonshus voice for yet another time, and Marc is revived and becomes the Moon Knight we all know and love. Then he basically killed Raoul's guys and then fell in love with Marlene.

So that's his origin story. Now onto the stuff I know as fact but it won't be explained in chronological order because I haven't read a ton of comics to explain it in chronological order.

He used Steven as a a way to handle money and build wealth so they could have recourses like vehicles, weapons and a ton of other random bullshit ( go!! ) that they don't need. Jake was used as a new York taxi driver so that he had his eye in the streets and knew when shit was goin down. They're both kind of horny. Jake literally spends his free time in a strip club drinking rum. ( As seen in the midnight mission and implied on in the Lemire run. )

His relationship with Marlene was long, but didn't last because, if I'm recalling correctly, Marc had a mental breakdown and decided to basically stop working for Khonshu so he could be with Marlene. But soon after he started hearing Khonshus voice again and Marlene couldn't take anymore of it, so she left him.

And then there's that bullshit with The Midnight Man. All I know is that he passed away from cancer and had a son named Jeff Wilde. Jeff aspired to Marc and wanted to be his sidekick, kind of like Robin and Batman in the Lego Batman movie with a little less adoption, but Marc kept on refusing as a way to protect Jeff. The Jeff had this whole thing where he turned evil or some shit idk and I guess Marc killed him? I'm not sure. Please, moon knight gang, let me know what happened in the reply section because I'm ignorant.

Marc had his independence from Khonshu after banishing Khonshu to Asgardian Prison ( seen in Age of Khonshu and discussed in The Midnight Mission) and decided " fuck you, I don't need need you anymore. Imma do my own thing and you can't do nothing about it " and then he became Mr. Knight. Mr. Knight is kind of a detective and he consults with policemen ( as seen in From The Dead ) Moon Knight is the one who does all the fighting.

From where Marc's development is at right now, Marc was running a thing called the Midnight Mission, which was a place where citizens would go to to report strange things happening in the city.

Additional, fun information:

Marc has a daughter named Diatrice. He only knows about it because Jake had a secret relationship with Marlene on the side after Marc and Marlene broke up.

He sleeps all day in the tomb of Khonshu and fights crime at night. He's like a bat!!

His ringtone ( as seen in the midnight mission) is The Killing Moon by Echo and The Bunnymen. ( Y'all should listen to it, if you haven't. it's really good. ).

He drives a red convertible car ( as seen in the Brain Micheal Bendis run, don't read it it's REALLY bad and insufficient. ) and also a motorcycle ( as see in Vengeance of The Moon Knight)

He was originally supposed to fight mainly just werewolf's and um... Writers at Marvel had different ideas.

His favorite drink is an ice cold vodka ( as seen in the Midnight Mission)

He had a mansion and then his money went bye bye and now he lives in a haunted house ( as seen, once again, in the Midnight Mission)

Frenchie is also gay! Hes married to a man named Rob! ( And this is only from what I've heard, by he apparently had a secret crush on Marc at some point.)

And yeah. That's all I have for ya today. Thank you if you made it this far, and I hope I was able to satisfy your curiosity a little bit!

Goodknight everyone!!!

[cookie-run-kingdom-story]

CONSUL’S BRILLIANCE CRESTS

House Vanilla Sugar

“First, let us all offer our prayers to the Glorious Celestials!” A crest of House Vanilla Sugar, one of the Nine Great Houses of the Crème Republic. House Vanilla Sugar's sphere of influence is the education of Paladins: noble warriors whose mission is make* sure the Republic's glory never fades. *actual text

House Canelé

“What is it now? Another gathering?” A crest of House Canelé, one of the Nine Great Houses of the Crème Republic. House Canelé's sphere of influence is finance including the funding of the Republic Senate.

House Sablé

“Oh, a gathering on such a short notice!” A crest of House Sablé, one of the Nine Great Houses of the Crème Republic. House Sablé is famous as a generous patron of arts.

House Caviar

"A gath’ring, eh? Well then, hope ye don’t mind the noise above deck.” A crest of House Caviar, one of the Nine Great Houses of the Crème Republic. House Caviar is famous for its achievements in the war on piracy and enjoys the overwhelming support of the Lower Town Cookies.

House Oyster

“It appears our young Consul has got something to say.” A crest of House Oyster, one of the Nine Great Houses of the Crème Republic. House Oyster's sphere of influence is maritime trade. They are famous not only for their tremendous riches, but also for as masterful information brokers.

House Mulled Juice

"Ha ha! I can’t help but marvel at this magi-vision council device I created!” A crest of House Mulled Juice, one of the Nine Great Houses of the Crème Republic. House Mulled Juice's sphere of influence is magichanical engineering. They are famous for revolutionizing transportation in the Republic.

House Baumkuchen

“A gathering at this hour? How unusual.” A crest of House Baumkuchen, one of the Nine Great Houses of the Crème Republic. House Baumkuchen's sphere of influence is medicine and the Cookies' well-being.

House Mille-feuille

“We must find a way to save all those who are suffering.” A crest of House Mille-feuille, one of the Nine Great Houses of the Crème Republic. It will not be an exaggeration to say that all the magnificent cathedrals in the Republic were built by the devout House Mille-feuille.

House Custard

"State affairs cannot wait.” A crest of House Custard, one of the Nine Great Houses of the Crème Republic. House Custard's sphere of influence is politics. By right, this Great House is known as the most powerful.

[dr-archeville]

On January 21, 1891, Gov. Daniel Fowle declared “war” on northern fishermen poaching on North Carolina’s deep-water oyster beds.  The oyster “pirates” had already depleted the Chesapeake Bay’s rich oyster beds during the 1880s.  In an effort to meet seafood canneries’ growing demands, they had moved their dredging operations into North Carolina.

[pictured:  A Carteret County oyster farmer.  Image from the N.C. Museum of History.]

In 1888, several dredging vessels from Virginia had gathered thousands of bushels of oysters weekly from Hyde County’s waters.  The following year, North Carolina banned non-resident dredging, but there was little enforcement.  In 1890, Carteret, Hyde and Pamlico Counties tried unsuccessfully to oust the oyster pirates using local patrol boats.

Then, in early 1891, a small fleet of illegal oyster schooners were reported in the oyster beds of Pamlico Sound and off the coasts of Hyde and Dare counties.  Governor Fowle and the General Assembly quickly passed legislation to stop the out-of-state dredgers and halt the shipping of North Carolina oysters to northern markets.

Fowle sent an armed patrol boat into Pamlico Sound to seize or sink any illegal oyster dredgers.  Within three months, the oyster “war” was over.   Only the captain and crew of one ship were ever taken to trial.

This Day in NC History: Oyster Pirates Attack NC Beds

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All crest descriptions^^! This took FOREVER wwww

Hopefully this helps with oc making or lore :)!!

( Side tangent this was a NIGHTMARE to get all of the images on this post because these specific ones would NOT download or show up on this post so I had to screenshot them all again so they’d actually show up )

Also when I saw piracy I just thought of ”You wouldn’t illegally download an oyster” instead of,,,, actual historical piracy lmao