#pirate francis

[crimson-phantom-designs]

So in my under the weather mind, I had an idea of a few variations where once being discovered for who he really was, Francis dissappears to life at sea as a privateer what eventually turns into a notorious captain of The Barbary pirates coining himself the name Black King of the Ottoman corsairs striking terror in the coasts of Europe, North Africa all the way to Tripoli. (Somehow my characters always turn to piracy at some point in any fandom, I swear 🤣 Francis just would look nice as a pirate lord OKAY)

Years later, one of his fleet strikes raids through London's Thames again, yet this time worse in retaliation to EITC taking down some of their ships. They're busting down business, taking whatever isn't nailed down and setting the rest to burn whilst battling the royal forces. Eb makes sure he's out in the midst of it this time to try and find Francis and asks if they know Osman, he knows him and he wants to convene with him. Securing his idea of meeting with what he thinks is a guarantee by quoting parlay(Eb you poor idiot, stop mixing your adventure novels with real life).

Which they would delightfully sneer in entertainment. "Oh he doesn't go by that name anymore but we know who you are, he bloody hates you- but we'll gladly take you to him." He gets taken prisoner but they do leave after that and will take him to Francis main vessel in eager hopes of a bounty of their lord's worst kept secret fixation of spiteful vindication.

Francis at this point is madly hostile and ever bit his reputation over Eb not leaving with him years ago so this could go one of two ways. What Eb knows but doesn't care for Eb himself has repined in regret for not leaving from having been afraid to. He feels responsible for turning Francis into the terror he's become and just wants to stop the violence he caused, to apologize and confess then let whatever be may. At least he got it off his chest and said his peace.

Friend after telling them this: Hey have you watched Our Flag Means Death?

Me: No... It's that pirate series right? I haven't heard much about it but I do love pirates. Is it a new show?

Friend: Yeah... you should... You basically described it. It's two middle aged men down bad for each other and goes horribly because one wouldn't accept his feelings leaving the other to brood in a emo, angsty mess of violent rage. They act like a rogue version of your Francis and Scrooge. They're about to come out with a second season.

Me: O^O ...Why am I always the outler to hear about good shows, what the hell? I didn't know it was about two men that need to just smash each other! That's made for me!

@rom-e-o thought you might find this amusing. My mind is a circus sometimes. I don't see myself writing this but definitely would enjoy some pirate style artwork for it.

[puntastic-artist]

HI HERE'S SOME MORE TNMN DOODLES, sorry (not sorry) a majority of them are of Gabriel (this is where the among us doodle came from lmao)

ALso I am forever cursed to make pirate AUs for each fandom I enter so have that

I only did 3 neighbors per floor

Gabriel really wants the tired guy to kiss him

[tnmnpirateau]

Helloo! I saw you just recentlygot hit with the tumbler ask curse! So,have a flower crown made from daisy's, Captain!

- sincerely, the void anon

"Why thank you! I have no idea who this... Daisy is, 'Void Anon', but the crown is very nice and-"

"FRANCIS NO DON'T EAT THAT!!!!"

[wawtif]

so I have decided to erase what I like to call the 'instagram account of shame', but I wanted to salvage 1 or 2 of the most decent stuff I posted there, and repost them here, one at the time, when I have nothing else at hand

anyway, starting with big badonkers pirate MILF because I love her

[brainrotisseriechicken]

somewhere along their trip they got stranded in scotland. whoopsie daisies!

[bantarleton]

A drunken English soldier accidentally giving away Francis Drake's planned ambush on the Spanish silver train at Venta Cruces in February 1573. Drake's expedition had trekked through the jungle to attack the train as it left from Panama City, capturing several mules laden with silver before escaping. Art by the great Angus McBride.

[sophsicle]

Regulus adjusts his position just so, looking out with practiced disinterest at the hall in front of him. His shoulders pulled back, head high. He doesn't quite fill out his brother's throne. The back just a little too tall, the legs a little too long, the soles of his boots only barely grazing the ground. He acts as though he notices none of this, of course. Acts as though the crown fits.

"You may rise," he says finally, to the man currently kneeling before him.

He's dressed in leathers, a blade and pistol hanging from his hip even though both are technically forbidden in the throne room. Sirius let him take too many liberties.

Regulus eyes him cooly, the man flashing him a grin, like this is all some big joke. Like Sirius isn't missing.

"My advisors tell me you think you know where my brother is?"

"I do."

Regulus waits, arching his brow. After several seconds of silence the man rolls his eyes.

"Your majesty."

Regulus tilts his head to the side, looking him up and down. He knows him, of course, his brother's lowborn drinking buddy. It's a good thing their father isn't alive to see the company the King has been keeping as of late.

"Tell me then," Regulus says finally, hoping his desperation isn't obvious. Tell me where he is. Tell me how to find him. Help me bring him home.

The man before him smiles again. "Why don't you just give me one of your pretty ships and I'll go fetch him myself, shall I?"

Regulus's eyes narrow. "You seem to think we are bargaining. We are not. You will tell me what you know. Now."

The man quirks his brow. "And if I don't?"

"Then I'll have you killed," Regulus says flatly. And he means it. Mostly.

The man's grin only grows, showing off his teeth, two of which, are golden. "Nah, I don't think you will."

"James--"

"Oh so you do know my name."

Regulus grimaces. "Do you think you could show just a little deference? I am your King."

"Prince."

"King until my brother returns. A process you are hindering with your insufferable..." he waves his hand in James's direction. "Insufferableness."

James laughs. "My insufferable insufferableness? Come now my Lord, surely your fancy tutors taught you a few more words than that?"

"Where is my brother!"

His voice rings out through the grand room. Guards and courtiers all turning their heads in his direction. Regulus resents the blush that instantly rushes up his neck. He knows how he sounds. Like a child. For all his winging about not wanting to be King, Sirius was always far better at this than him. Regulus was meant for a quiet life in a monastery somewhere, transcribing manuscripts, translating philosophical works. Not this. Not politics.

James seems to take pity on him, stepping slightly nearer. "He's okay Regulus," he says quietly.

"How can you know that?" he demands.

"He's Sirius. He's always okay."

And isn't that just the truth.

"Let me go get him back huh?"

Regulus gives him a petulant look before sighing and pinching the bridge of his nose. "I can't just give you a ship James. I barely know you."

"You don't trust me?"

Regulus drops his hand. Delivering him a flat look. "No."

James considers him for a moment, before that old familiar smirk returns to his lips. "Then come with me."

Regulus feels his eyes go wide. "What."

"Then come with me," he nods his head towards the doors. "Come on Regulus," he says, still talking quietly, as though that will stop people from hearing. Someone is always listening in this palace. "Leave the safety of the library for once huh? Come with me. We can get him together."

It's mad. Mad and impossible. He can't. For so many reasons he can't. And yet, somehow, the ridiculous man in front of him is making him think maybe he can.

[francixoxoxo]

pirate billy finding a shell or an oyster with a pearl in it and feeling kind of silly giving it to mermaid reader because she lives with it all but he's just reminded of her when he sees beautiful things and he thinks everything lovely should belong to her. and mermaid reader loves it so much too :)

omg this is such a cute idea I think I went a little too crazy with it

As Billy turns the delicate thing over in his hands, he feels like a fool. You tend to have that affect on him.

His thumb feels over the small ridges of the oyster, hands behind his back. It’s already been cracked open a bit, though he left it to you to fully unfurl. You’re laying on your back in the sand, hands splayed over your belly (which you’re pleased to find is becoming dotted with sunspots, a token of spending time on the surface), and your eyelashes fanning against your cheeks. You already called for him to sit beside you, and sure, he’s shrugging off his boots and sticking his socks into the mouths of them, but he’s stalling. His baby blues are trained on the crown of hair sprawling around your head and collecting grains of sand, the low hum emanating from your throat as you hum a tune a mother’d sing to a young’un.

You already have what he wants to give you. You can find it anywhere, frankly, so what’s so special about the fact that the gift passed his fishhook-bitten and rope-scathed hands? Fact is that he ain’t got much to give. The most he can do is pick frangipani in their fullest bloom to thread into your hair, bend over a bracelet of twine for hours to ensure the rope is devoid of anything that could prick your soft skin, rove his eyes over the surf at low tide until he finds a worthy shell. A nook to lay in, to remain near to him even when miles separate you, a bed in the softest recesses of his heart; that's all he can give you.

"Billy?" You call again, opening an eye just by a crack. The tresses of your hair collect more sand as you tilt your head to see him. What could he possibly be pondering so hard, you don't know, but you know it won't be hard to coax it out of him.

"M'here." He's snapped out of his thoughts, willing his feet to move on the sand, finding it in himself to settle beside you. his feet are in the surf, the cold saltwater lapping at them tenderly. Satisfied with his presence, you close your eyes again, turning your face to the sun. Billy twirls and brushes his fingers through your locks affectionately.

The environment is gently licking at Billy's ears, all of it careful and all of it gentle, not one thing overpowering another. There is the warm breaths puffing from your nostrils, the sea's basin of rolling tides swishing against the shore, the faint twitter and warble of birds in the forest a ways away from the beach. You fit into this place like it was formed around you, like a party moves around a sleeping child on the sofa, the tide at your schedule, the sun at your preference, the wind at your whims. Billy sticks out like a sore thumb, thrown into this world with two left legs, stumbling like a fawn for survival. In the meanwhile, all that was beautiful in nature seemed to be created in your image.

He feels like a fool, presenting a queen with a birch twig when she is deserving of sapphire.

Billy fills his lungs in a deep breath and murmurs, "Got somethin' for you." The smile that splits your lips fills the growing cavity in his chest with a whisper of hope. Your eyes flutter open.

"Really?" Your smile was one that inspired murals. Billy nods, a laugh emanating deep from his chest. Carefully, he unclasps the hands in his lap, lifting a cupped palm to you, presenting the taupe oyster. As you take it into your own hands silently, a nervous feeling creeps up into Billy's stomach.

"I know y'probably got plenty, don't need none from me, but.. I dunno, I thought it was pretty. Made me think of you." Billy rambles, his brows drawing as he watches you. There is a tender smile on your cheeks, as you wedge both thumbnails into the tight-lipped mouth of the oyster. Masterfully pulling it open, not damaging the hinge, not needing a knife to shuck it. Of course you don't need a knife, his strong girl.

There's plenty more he wants to say, sure, he could fill a book with all the words to make up for the embarrassingly simple gift. But once the oyster is pried open and your thumbs are working the pearl out, he falls silent. You smile at him when you hold the small, ivory bead. "It's beautiful!" You lean over, bridging the small gap twixt you two and cupping his cheek in the hand not holding the pearl. His stubble is familiar, the scratch of it on your fingertips welcome. "It's already my favorite."

A breathy chuckle slips from Billy's lips, his eyes filled with a fond awe. You liked it, the thought is light with relief as it echoes in his head. It wasn't anything special to you. But it passed his hands, your man held it and wanted you in particular to have it. As he leans forward, tenderly bringing his lips onto yours, you feel absolutely certain that any gift from him would be cherished more than a bird appreciates the wind under its feathers; more than a fern cherishes the sun lending warm hands to its leaves; more than the sea cherishes the moon, willingly moving to its whims. Billy'd someday admit that he was under a similar gravity. Wherever you go, he will follow.

[kirajia]

Pirate（UK）x Merman（FR）

Context：Francis is captured by humans and Arthur rescues him, but his tail is eaten by them

[amber-isnt-a-precious-stone]

fruk vibes during homoerotic sword fights

[reading-backstage]

fun fact: most of the information we know about classic pirates (blackbeard, anne bonny, mary read, calico jack) is from one book. and it’s more hilarious the more you know.

A General History of the Robberies and Murders of the Most Notorious Pyrates (or A General History of Pyrates) by Captain Charles Johnson

firstly: captain charles johnson is not a person nor a captain. it’s a pen name. and we have no clue who he actually was. he probably chose “captain” to give himself a sense of credibility he did not have. (could possibly have been daniel defoe or nathaniel mist and you can actually find modern copies printed under both their names)

secondly: he made a lot of it up. he gathered whatever information was available and just made up the rest and anything he thought would make it cooler. that’s not even to mention the second volume where he made up several entire people. this dude was just making stuff up and it’s now the earliest history we have of these people and we’ve accepted it as fact.

thirdly: it was initially published in 1724. (golden age of piracy was 1650s-1830s, dude was writing about the present) several of the pirates he writes about were still alive. and the rest were very recently dead. (henry every is an outlier) he was literally making up facts about people who were very much alive likely while he was writing it.

so this mysterious random dude made up stories about pirates who were still running around killing people and it’s now accepted as pirate cannon. amazing

[kakashi-fangirl-ita-blog]

PERDONATEMI PER IL RITARDO. Ho appena pubblicato il capitolo con Inghilterra pirata e Francia prigioniero, andatelo a leggere!

"La vendetta va servita su un mare blu"

- Abbiamo trovato questo qui che si aggirava nel porto con fare sospetto. - disse il pirata, tirando i capelli dell’uomo per fargli sollevare la testa. Il suo viso era contorto in una smorfia di dolore, ma i suoi occhi blu guardavano Arthur con ostilità. Non aveva paura di lui. [...] Gli angoli della bocca del francese si incresparono in un sorriso provocatorio. - Sei troppo assetato di ricchezza per uccidermi. - disse in un inglese arrancato. - Questo tuo tallone d’Achille un giorno ti distruggerà e io non vedo l’ora di assistere alla tua rovina.

Chapters: 23/31 "Pirates AU" Fandom: Hetalia (Anime & Manga) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: England/France (Hetalia) Characters: France (Hetalia), England (Hetalia) Additional Tags: One Shot Collection, One Shot, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Romance, I've never participated to these kinds of challenges before help, I love FrUk Summary:

Una raccolta di one-shot scritte per l'evento FrUK-tober2024 organizzato da @imgigglesita su Tumblr (https://www.tumblr.com/imgigglesita) incentrate esclusivamente sulla coppia FrUK! A ogni giorno di ottobre il suo capitolo corrispondente. Non è necessario leggerli in ordine, trovate i titoli dei capitoli nell'elenco per leggere quelli che vi interessano di più. [Coppia principale: FrUK. Altre coppie che potrebbero comparire nei prossimi capitoli: Spamano, Gerita, USUK, altre] !!! Maybe I'll translate these one-shots in English but I still don't know !!!

Efp Fanfiction:

[puntastic-artist]

Right! Here's another request I got!

Take the Dad Francis content :)

[tnmnpirateau]

Can I see some Frangus content aka Angus x Francis lul 😇

Ask and you shall receive!

[meerawrites]

Santo Domingo, Dominican Republic, 2024. 🇩🇴

[tarotoftheendless]

Tom Sturridge Discord?

So... why isn't there an everything Tom Sturridge discord? For pics, videos, films, shows, fan art, fanfics, discussion, and just overall gushing over him? Would ya'll be interested in making and setting up a Tom Sturridge discord? Hell, not even just for fanfics, but maybe even roleplaying? Just for fun... Not everyone, that includes me, is very good at fanfic motivation and simply writing back and forth with someone who is pretending to be Tom (knowingly for everyone involved) or a character of his and writing a story back and forth? I guess this is a two part question: Why is there no Tom Sturridge discord? And what about over-all Tom Sturridge role-players; of either Tom and or his characters? I think a fuck ton of us would have fun with something like this. 18+ would be preferred... What do ya'll think?