#pirate au I GUESS

[timmys-and-scribbles]

Day 6 (I think?): Nothing Can Harm You

@lovelikeyoursfest

Someone asked for whump Julian so I think this is a p good way to satisfy that want 👀

[captainjimothycarter]

Okay while preparing to cast this mold I had a thought.

I guess a pirate au where things are on fire and Skinny Steve has fallen, too dizzy to focus, can't breathe account for the smoke. Choas around him as people start to scramble. Steve is just a cabin boy. Useless in eyes of many.

Captain [name] in an attempt to make peace throws Steve towards the approaching pirates. "Take him. He's a good lay. About the only use he has around here. Boy can't even tie a proper knot to save his life."

Through the smoke Steve sees this 'angel'. Sharp cheek bones. Bright brown eyes that harden as she looks down at him. Ringlet curls. She draws her sword and he fears right there is the end. He'll be put out of his misery.

Instead she points to the Captain and jerks her sword. "Kill him and his men. Salvage everything you can. Dum-Dum, bring the boy to me and be gentle. He's been through enough."

Steve's last sight is her gentle smile before a burly man with a thick mustache stands above him and scoops him up.

[gaelfox]

I am currently going through a very specific type of brain rot right now and I just gotta get it out, you understand

[astrixemily]

One of my OCs, but if she was a pirate (she’s not usually a pirate)

[head---ache]

Sketches and a comic I never finished for the split au:)

[onefey]

by popular demand, more of this au !!! i've decided it needs a snazzy name so i'm calling it the "pirate hourglass au"!

local pirate captain nerfed by having to use a regular sword instead of a cutlass and pistol, more at 11

[ginzburgjake]

HOOOO BOY LETS GO—

so for the last month I’ve been severely plagued by the idea of a space pirate/android au, and here’s what I’ve managed to come up with, which is a rant accompanied by sketches :)

The setting is vaguely futuristic. “The Revenge”, a custom ship with solar sails, is captained by a wannabe space pirate Stede Bonnet fleeting from his past. His crew consists of both humans and androids, who are free to fall in love without prejudice and harassment. Lucius (lu-spr199s) is a construction designer robot who instead chose drawing dicks and polyamory as his hobbies (both not programmed by his initial settings). Pete is just some guy engineer who conveniently likes the ideas of 1) polyamory and 2) having his dick drawn.

Jim (cuz I’m tired of the alien/robot/eldritch god enby sterotype) is a human. They are a street kid, good with tech and violence, very agile and competitive. Frenchie (fr3nn4) is a tad glitchy. He stutters, stumbles over words, makes repetitive motions and sometimes gets distracted/spaces out. Yes I made him into an autistic android. No I will not take criticisms. Others that I might sketch later are as such: Roach, Oluwande, The Swede are androids. Ivan, Fang, Wee John are humans. No one knows what the fuck Buttons is.

I imagine Stede’s ship to look something like this (not my artwork sry):

On the other hand, there is “Queen Anne”, ruled by the most wanted man this side of the galaxy, Edward Teach. His First Mate, Izzy (iz-1701), is a former battle android that was set out to be deconstructed after four decades of missions. Ed accidentally acquired him when raiding a transporting vessel, and Izzy has been in his service for ten years now. He completes logs and maintenance around the ship and also fixes himself up when needed (although it’s becoming increasingly difficult due to the age of his model — the company stopped producing details for him long ago).

And this is how I approximately see Queen Anne, inspired by the concepts of Nemo’s Nautilus:

In the wake of Stede’s crushing into their lives, Izzy struggles with overcoming his programming and breaking the three laws of Azimov: do not harm a human being, do not resist orders, protect own existence if it’s not against the first two rules. Stede, meanwhile, also has some skeletons in his closet that are bound to be discovered. And Ed is just along for the ride.

Will Izzy finally admit to having emotions? Will Ed stop perceiving him as a mere object and not a person with opinions? Will Stede help bring about the necessary changes and insights?? *whispers* remains to be seen…

Also if you want to have a grasp on what inspired this idea and what I see this au’s Izzy as, listen to The Hoosiers’ “Goodbye Mr A”. I think it captures the essence of Izzy’s internal conflict quite well. Also also, I have some plot ideas but I am seemingly unable to sit down and write a cohesive multi-chapter fic, so bear with me as I post updates to this insanity :>

[ash-and-starlight]

thinking abt the potc will and elizabeth marriage scene but make it zukka in your art style.....foaming at the mouth biting my pillow screaming etc. <3

OH OKAY OKAY OKAY BRAIN=GONE MAKING STATIC NOISES. THANK U FOR THIS IMAGE

u know I thought I might have been done with this au after the next batch of lil drawings I’m working on but then u go and do tHIS and now my life is over

[pauleonotis]

✨Stranded✨

(Draco’s form underwater/when wet was inspired by @pato-roldnart's beautiful art and the last frame- and this whole scene in general tbh- was inspired by @aceveria-art's amazing work! Y‘all please check out their works! 💗)

Commissions are open | My Ko-fi <3

[timmys-and-scribbles]

Julianne and Julian as pirates would certainly make an interesting pair

[tennessoui]

Uuu new prompts!! How about "i won't let you"?

hello !!! hello !! ok this is another ficlet based in an au that doesn't actually have an on-ao3 fic; this is in the pirates of the caribbean au (ficlet for that can be found here, whole tag here) and takes place after son of governess anakin frees pirate obi-wan from prison and takes him to the docks so he can make his escape. both of them have conflicting ideas on how many parties are going to be leaving the island.

(1k) (squick tag: a/b/o)(a lil nsfw)

Obi-Wan stops on the docks and turns around, gripping Anakin’s hands tightly in both of his own. “Thank you,” he says simply, quietly, words trembling with emotion. “Oh, Anakin, I’m sorry.”

Anakin blinks and looks behind him. No one has noticed Obi-Wan’s absence from the cells yet, but it’s only a matter of time and they’re not nearly far enough away yet. Anakin will not be able to relax until they’re in Obi-Wan’s quarters on his ship. Anakin’s never been on a pirate’s ship before. He’s hardly even been on a British ship. He can’t imagine there’ll be that many differences, but he’s looking forward to finding out.

That’s what he thinks whenever he looks at Obi-Wan, that this alpha is going to show him everything in the world. This alpha is going to teach him everything important that he doesn’t already know, just like he taught him letters and simple maths when he was a pup still and the pirate was an unruly schoolteacher known for public brawls outside of pubs.

He shivers and presses closer to Obi-Wan, hit all over again by the knowledge that he came back. Obi-Wan came back. To make sure he was alright. He’d told him everything, between frantic kisses in Anakin’s apartments. He’d been in Pirates’ Bay, at a pub with his crew, and he’d overheard another table talking about raiding Anakin’s city, perhaps even capturing the governess or her son for a pretty ransom. He’d remembered Anakin, he’d snuck aboard that crew just to make sure that no one would lay a hand on him.

He’d broken his nose himself, purely by mistake, but Anakin is of the forgiving sort. Especially because Obi-Wan had set about trying to kiss it better soon after when he realized who Anakin was and how much he’d grown up.

“Forgiven,” Anakin promises. He means, of course, for the unfortunate situation with his nose, but Obi-Wan slumps as if he’s had his strings cut and all his guilts absolved.

The alpha closes the distance between them and takes his face between sea-roughened hands. All he can smell is Obi-Wan’s natural scent. Pirates have no use for suppressants, and Anakin cannot wait for his own to fade from his body’s chemistry. Soon—in a few months—perhaps he will swell heavy with Obi-Wan’s child. It’s a fate he is looking towards with great enthusiasm.

He’s never particularly looked forward to his future with enthusiasm. But it’s perhaps not the most surprising, that he does so now with Obi-Wan. When he was a pup, he’d looked forward to sneaking away at nights on the off-chance of seeing the older alpha, on the off-chance that he’d been arrested and sobering up in the city cells. So it makes sense, maybe, that they’ve arrived here. Mates.

Or, not mates yet. Almost mates. Mates who had been interrupted in the middle of their first mating, before Obi-Wan could bite him. Anakin had thought that perhaps the alpha would slam him up against the prison bars and take him right there, by knot and by teeth, but the alpha had refrained. He probably wants to be sequestered in his den before he touches Anakin again, which is fair. Anakin will cry if anything else interrupts them.

“Be safe,” Obi-Wan tells him. His thumb is stroking over the skin of Anakin’s cheekbone. “I—I need you safe, love, even if I will not be there to see it.”

Anakin opens his mouth and closes it with a confused blink. Why would his alpha not be with him at all times?

“I will…I will think of you constantly,” the alpha murmurs, dipping his head forward until their foreheads are pressed together. His breath ghosts warm and wet against Anakin’s lips, and he shivers trying to get closer with a confused whine. “I apologize for trying to take that which is not mine.”

“We have to go,” Anakin mumbles. “Obi-Wan, they’ll—they’ll notice soon. I will not see you hanged, I’d rather die.”

The alpha’s hands tighten on his face as he growls slightly. “Do not even joke,” he warns, nosing down his cheek until his lips brush his jawline. “Darling, I cannot stand the thought.”

Anakin’s head is getting hazy with arousal from all the touches from his alpha. “Go,” he repeats. They need to go. “I already set up a rowboat at the end of the pier, let us—”

“If I only have a few more seconds with you, omega, I will enjoy every one of them,” Obi-Wan mutters, pressing harder for a moment before letting go completely, stepping back.

Anakin wants to tell him that that’s silly, as they will have forever together, but before he can, the alpha opens his mouth. “Goodbye, Anakin.”

The words strike him dumb and silent, stick him to the wood of the dock. Goodbye, Anakin. Goodbye, Anakin. Goodbye, Anakin.

Obi-Wan is in the rowboat before Anakin’s brain restarts. “Alpha!” he cries, rushing forward. He can see the way Obi-Wan’s muscles freeze at the pain in his voice, the Omegan call for support. But the alpha must be incredibly mentally strong because he continues his motions of untying the boat and pushing away from the wood.

Anakin runs.

“No! Alpha!” he yells as he gets to the edge of the dock. “No, I won’t let you—we’re supposed to be—Alpha, you��re my—you’re my alpha!”

Obi-Wan’s face looks lined with pain beneath the silvery moonlight, but he doesn’t stop rowing. Rowing away. Away from Anakin. “And I will not let you give up your life! Your comfort! For—for—”

“You said you loved me!” Anakin keens. “Alpha, come back, you love me!”

“Precisely,” Obi-Wan agrees. His voice breaks.

Anakin will not be left behind again by this alpha. He cannot stand the idea. “I cannot swim,” he warns, backing up from the edge.

“Another reason that a pirate ship is not suited for an omega like yourself!” Obi-Wan shouts. He’s stood up in the boat, body leaning towards him as if he cannot help but be drawn to him. “What are—what are you doing?”

Anakin has shrugged off his jacket and let it drop to the wood. “Save me,” he says. “Or watch me die."

The water greets him, rushing over his head, at the same time that his alpha’s panicked yell does. 

[missingalaxies]

having the high ground is a pathway to many abilities some may consider... unnatural

[gaelfox]

Inspired by an ask this morning reminding me of my roots - ((Thanks @ko-konutty!)) Back in my ye olde skating days, I remember that I *hated* testing days for dance and m.i.f. Every test session there was this one dude that was paid by the rink to skate partner with everyone at every level — this dude trucked from like 6am to like 3pm before classes opened and I can only imagine how exhausting it must have been just dealing with people.

Anyway, because I enjoy subverting expectation, at the Grand Line Rec Complex, Kidd and Killer are tough-as-nails do-or-die instructors (Kidd likes freestyle, Killer focuses on technicals) that often butt heads with everyone else on the ice. Because, in reality, I’ve never known a coach to let anyone have an inch of space where they can take a mile. (We get pretty possessive of good ice.) Plus, this may just be me, but I personally find the idea of Kidd and Killer being bully bastards to everyone on the ice except the kids is pretty on par for them both.

Anyway congrats to her she passed her test and my brain continues the rot

[gummy-wormies]

homosexuality wins once again and im waking up from my eternal slumber

[robinsnest2111]

reading a book i planned on reading: takes several tries and months and months littered with procrastination breaks to make any progress :^(

stumbling upon a fanfic that sounds intriguing: devouring that good shit in under an hour >:^9

[wanderingchocolateeclair]

*throws the yandere x pirate snippet au thing we created at an unholy hour at you* catch (i also added more to it! :D)

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"Don't worry, captain-" Tsunagu pulls out a knife, and Shinya stiffens up, even through his suffocation via rope.

"Wait-" The knife comes down. Shinya's voice was strangled, raspy, and there are healing bruises around his neck. Tsunagu doesn't like that. Doesn't like that someone other than him had hurt Shinya at all, and, well.

Very convenient that he'd just been cursed, and with the curse, comes the ability to manipulate water, doesn't it? People drown all the time. One or two -or maybe even ten- more bodies in the ocean wouldn't cause anyone to bat an eye. He smiles, and wrenches the knife out of Shinya's flesh.

"We'll have you out of this rope in no time," Tsunagu says to a trying-to-heal corpse. "Don't worry. I'll make it quick."

The bone takes a few seconds, and Tsunagu has to make a hacksaw out of water to do it, along with chipping away at the bone, but eventually- he's holding Shinya's head in his hands. Literally. For a second, he's tempted to see if the body can regrow from this, but… no. Too risky. Maybe another time, when Shinya hasn't been suffocating in the dark for hours and maybe even days.

Another time. Tsunagu opens up the sewing kit he has, and pulls thread through the eye of the needle, making sure to double-layer it. He sews the head back onto the neck, using the stitch made for suturing skin together, pulling on the end to make sure only the barest bits of thread could be seen, and making sure to put the bone back correctly. Shinya's eyelids flutter, after two agonizing, too-long heartbeats, and he snaps awake. "-Tsunagu!"

"Morning, Shinya," Tsunagu says, giving the newly-undead captain his nicest, prettiest, smile. "How was hell?"

"Very warm. Blue fire, you'll like the aesthetics when you go downstairs, don't worry. You'll even blend right in," Shinya shoots back, raising a hand to prod at the unneeded stitches he'd put in. "Why-?"

"I didn't have a collar." Tsunagu reaches a hand out to gently trail across the green-blue thread embedded in Shinya's neck. "And this was the next best thing. They even match my eyes." He hooks a finger around the end, thread not-quite pulled tightly all the way. Tsunagu yanks, relishing at the gasp of pain and the drops of blood staining the thread. He ties it off. "There. Now I'll always be under your skin."

Shinya reaches up. "You don't need thread to do that, Tsunagu." He pulls an odd expression and gingerly moves his head around. The stitches hold. Tsunagu had used the surgical thread, a new invention- it would dissolve into the... stitchee's(?) blood after a few days, carrying a healing potion with it. He'd stolen it off the bodies of the people who had captured Shinya.

Tsunagu doesn't say any of this out loud, but he offers an elbow to Shinya. "Come on," He says. "Let's get out of this basement. And then you're treating me to some food, I spent days looking for you."

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im not gonna lie, the dynamics in this have kinda stolen my heart (pun intentional)

-story anon

HEHEH-

Their banter after literally getting decapitated and coming back <333