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jaynovz · 1 year ago

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Madi Fic Rec List

Well hello again! I’ve been compiling this list for quite awhile, but I finally sat down to finish it.

To me, Madi is characterized by this strict balance between her fiery spirit and the poise she must display as someone raised from birth to be a leader, to be royalty. She’s wicked smart, but also desperately young and inexperienced. She’s thoughtful and conscientious, but with an underlying desire to just go, explore the world, be part of something big, and effect change for her people.

Anyway I just love Madi a lot, and these are some of my favorite stories featuring her in the fandom. They’ve been helpfully categorized into sub-sections!

Enjoy~~

Madi-centric:

Burial at sea by le_mru:

Summary: Two years after Skeleton Island, Madi sets out to find Flint and recover the treasure for the Maroon community, Flint is adjusting to a life after death, and Silver interferes as usual.

in a vault of starlight by whimsicalimages:

Summary: The distance between Nassau and Savannah can be measured as: six hundred and thirteen nautical miles, five thousand pounds’ worth of pearls, or four extraordinary lifetimes.

Alternatively: in the aftermath, Madi writes her own story.

Lightbringer Verse by ElDiablito_SF:

Summary: After failing to fix her relationship with Silver, Madi sets off to find Captain Flint again.

i’m a black ocean leaping and wide by loosedindecember:

Summary: “I am going to Jamaica,” she tells Long John Silver, pirate-killer and pirate king, “and I will have my war after all. And you are going to help me.”

Madi gets her war, and a life beyond war, too.

Quid Pro Quo by annbonny:

Summary: "Trust is a strong word, particularly pertaining to pirates.

She trusts John Silver, but with every day that passes, she is gradually realising that he may not always be around. If Flint ends up killing him- or more likely, she suspects, they kill each other- who will guarantee that the alliance will hold? What is to keep Teach from wiping out her and her people when he feels they inconvenience him?”

OR: Madi adjusts to her role as queen. It is a steep learning curve.

armed with the past and the will by whimsicalimages:

Summary: The language of winning and losing, this language that men favor – Madi can speak this language, though she disagrees with its precepts. Success takes different forms, and failing once does not mean failing forever. It does not even mean failing the next time.

lacuna by doomcountry:

Summary: Madi loves him, and that is her misery. She hates him, too, and the two are at war without ceasing in her breast; the torment, now, after sixteen years together all told, is that it has all dulled, all settled out like water undisturbed.

SilverMadi:

Where There Is Great Love by stele3:

Summary: A brief interlude in the Tether series that jumps back in time to...establish certain things.

“Do you not have a comb?”

Twitching with surprise, Silver turns. The princess—Madi—stands on the shoreline, only a few feet away. Silver quickly glances around and finds her bodyguard standing back near the treeline. Kofi, that’s his name. (Stoic man, much taller than Silver, always has a knife and knows how to use it. Silver would need the captain or Billy with him to survive an encounter.)

He smiles for the princess. “I fear that would only make the problem worse. We had little to eat in the doldrums, and that made all of this quite breakable.” He gestures to his hair but lets his hand trail longer through the air. Better that she think them weak and easily overcome. If his own body is to be a metaphor, well, at least he finds it apt.

Love and Kindness by Wildehack:

Summary: “This is insulting,” John complains, as Madi fastens the shackles around his wrists, looping a chain through to the hook in the bulwark above his bed. “I’m not rabid.”

(Or: the inevitable sex-pollen AU.)

anything for your queen by urca:

Summary: the Silvermadi pegging fic, as promised!

lover please do not fall to your knees by lucystonersix:

Summary: Despite themselves, despite everything, Madi and Silver fall in love. Missing scenes, with spoilers only through the end of season 3.

Into the Blue Blue Sea by Magnetism_bind:

Summary: Madi slowly realizes she's drawn to the pirate with the blue eyes.

FlintMadi:

Maybe in Another Life by samedifference61:

Summary: At the rail of a ship James doesn’t command, they stand shoulder to shoulder.

"John still thinks you’re dead,” James states, because it’s something that needs to be said aloud before they continue.

With eyes unblinking toward the rolling sea, Madi says, “And he still thinks you should be dead.”

James’ lip curls in anger. The wounds of betrayal are too fresh for either to say anymore.

your legs are the north star by jaynovz:

Summary: Then there’s a hand on his shoulder, warmth seeping through his shirt. He peers up into deep solemn eyes. Madi. They've struggled, side by side, ruling in concert, for weeks. Through the toil of retaking Nassau, hardening themselves from this feeling which weakens his knees in its intensity, the sheer hopelessness swamping him like dark waves.

Flint cannot let himself fall away into the abyss, he cannot fade and forget. There is at least one thing left, standing strong and entrenched as a mangrove tree, even as she mirrors his own sorrow.

"Come, Captain, it is late. Let us rest."

taking orders by le_mru:

Summary: Written for the Black Sails Rare Pair Week:

“To be entirely frank,” Madi says, her voice loud and clear in the silence of the evening, “I am concerned if you can take orders, Captain.”

“Orders?” He scoffs. “From whom? Blackbeard?”

There has been some discussion around making Teach Admiral of the fleet, which Flint was, of course, firmly against.

“No.” Madi takes a step to the side and turns graciously, facing him fully. “From me.”

she hangs upon the cheek of night by ElDiablito_SF:

Summary: Madi won't let Flint sleep, but he secretly doesn't mind.

(Set after 4x05)

Line of Sight by samedifference61:

Summary: Flint leans in close so the others won’t hear him. “She wants me to teach her how to use a blade.”

Or, Flint finds it difficult to refuse Madi, and Silver has insecurities.

On Gossamer Wings by khazadspoon:

Summary: It was the first time he had seen a woman naked since Miranda.

Miranda had been slender. Her skin was pale and soft, her hands lightly calloused but still delicate when they touched him. She had been commanding in her sexuality and he had loved her because of it. She had taken control from him, taken the reins and lead their lovemaking with confident and caring hands.

But Madi… Madi was not Miranda.

stitched with its color by x_etoile_x:

Summary: He is my friend too.

She’d reached out to him for the first time after he’d said those damning words, slipping her small hand into his and leaning against his side. Had duty not pulled them back into the world, he thinks they might yet be standing on that beach, like silent watchers in some myth, fading away to nothing with their eyes fixed on the sea.

The scene where Madi tells Flint that Silver is alive.

let it rain, cuz you and I remain the same by jaynovz:

Summary: “We have some time yet to wait,” Madi says, taking note of the sun’s position. Their contact isn’t due at the tavern until after dark.

James strides over to the bookshelf. "What would you suggest?" he asks, humming. He strokes a finger along the spines. "I bought a new book in the last port. If you wish, I could read it aloud." James casts her a hopeful smile over his shoulder, standing at a loose parade rest, eyes crinkled and warm.

Madi is so helplessly fond of him in this moment, the way he brims with excitement at the thought of such a simple pleasure. It is appealing, she admits, the thought of settling against James’ sturdy chest as he reads to her, feeling his voice rumble against her back while Madi is charged with turning the pages. Madi stretches languidly and rises from her seat. As much as she enjoys that type of quiet domesticity, she has a more adventurous suggestion for how to pass the time. In truth, it’s something that she's been considering for a while.

Madi cuts James a sly glance as she approaches. "Do you remember the time I caught you in here with John?"

something beyond by eleutherya:

Summary: "The bay isn’t visible from the rebel encampment, but he faces it as surely as a compass points north. Up on the fort, Flint stands with his back straight and his shoulders set, his hands folded neatly behind him. He stands there as though, if he simply waits long enough, if he hopes hard enough, the sea will return John Silver to him."

Madi and Flint have a discussion about grief after losing John Silver. Set directly after 4x01.

By Faith of My Body by x_etoile_x

Summary: Flint is unmoored in the aftermath of the battle on Maroon Island, struggling with grief and his troubled relationship with Silver. Discovering an unexpected bond with Madi prompts a difficult conversation, and perhaps the start of a new friendship. But what evolves between them quickly becomes more complicated, and Flint is forced to confront parts of himself he'd thought buried.

This fic started as a response to a prompt asking for more FlintMadi content, with a special request for non-sexual BDSM, building on the special deference he shows her and the beliefs they share. However, the dynamics between all three characters are explored and it's building toward OT3.

Written for the Built On Sand Black Sails Event 2023

OT3, MadiSilverFlint:

I’m getting tired, and i need somewhere to begin by lacecat:

Summary: Madi watches him steadily as he approaches her. “Perhaps one day,” she begins, but cuts herself off with a swallow, blinking back tears. They won’t be able to fill the hole between them, but maybe they can try to build around it, accommodate it.

He lays a rough palm on her cheek, gentle. He loves her so much. “Perhaps,” Silver says, even though they both know it’s the furthest from a promise. They have survived on far less, after all.

how we could be brought here by love by mapped:

Summary: A 4x03 AU where Flint receives a minor injury in the battle of Nassau Town and Silver is very shaken by it.

I wish for once we could stay gold by jaynovz:

Summary: Madi has discovered that pirates truly are a grimy bunch, but her two have managed to keep fairly clean the last few months when they had access to fresh water.

The governor’s mansion is filled with bustle, men scurrying about, seeking answers from both Captain Flint and their new King, but there is time enough to steal them away. Time enough this evening for some respite, to cleanse the grief and violence from the last few days alongside the dirt.

Good Morning by bana05:

Summary: As Madi prepares to take care of her lovers, they instead decide to take care of her first.

the only way out is the way back in by samedifference61:

Summary: And Silver obviously means to further agitate Flint’s state when he says, “Do you know what she said to me this morning? She said, ‘I cannot understand why the two of you have not been intimate yet.’”

a shared bath, a conversation about death, and a promise

a three way knot by jauneclair:

Summary: Flint knits; Silver pries; and Madi secretly doesn't mind at all.

your heart is the only place I call home by vowelinthug:

Summary: Madi learns the secret of John Silver's past: he used to be the worst.

pass on your way, then, with a smiling face by youremyqueen:

Summary: Flint sleeps in the spare room until he doesn't.

join your hands to your hearts by jauneclair:

Summary: Madi's approach to diplomacy in negotiating relationships is not what Flint expected.

Two Points In Space by illgiveyouallofme:

Summary: Since Silver returned from the dead, Madi has watched him and Flint dance around each other. She decides to take matters into her own hands.

And then everyone takes some things into their own hands.

As always, if you have a potential inclusion, feel free to DM me and I will check it out! Thanks.

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etoilesombre · 8 months ago

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im intrigued by "swimming" !!

For the WIP ask game (swimming also requested by @b1uetrees) ty for the asks y'all. this has actually been in my drafts forevvvvvvver so I'm copying this from the LAST time it got requested in an ask game. Honestly I should just post what I have, because mostly all that is left to write is the sex and believe it or not I'm kinda burned out on that. Anyway, this is most of a draft.

This was something i started for an event a couple years ago but ended up doing a different prompt, and never picked this back up. but the prompt was basically 'swimming lessons for Silver to learn to swim again after he loses his leg, with either Flint, Madi or both.' i went ot3

[context: basically they are all drinking and hanging out in maroon village one night during s3-4 break, and silver makes a self-deprecating comment about not being able to swim and flint is like 'that's silly of course you can, we'll try it sometime' and tipsy imperious queen madi goes 'why not now?' and takes them night swimming] [madi and flint are already doing better with each other, don't ask questions this is happy verse]

The trail is short, only a few hundred yards to a place at the top of the lagoon on which the settlement sits, where it is fed by a waterfall so that fresh waters meet the incoming tide. They are well out of sight of the camp, though the glow of the great bonfire is visible over the trees, and the distant, exuberant sounds of Maroon drums and pirate fiddles are still audible. It feels like the entire settlement is Madi’s home, and she has taken them from a grand party into a quiet, private chamber.

Cliffs rise up to form the back of their little cove, the sound of the water spilling over the precipice musical as it tumbles over rocks and down into the calm lagoon, like the sound of the warm summer rains that fall here. But the mossy bank onto which they emerge slopes gently down toward the water. Clusters of night blooming flowers perfume the air.

“This is a good place,” Madi says, stopping. “Shallow here, and by the rocks, but it’s deep enough to swim properly nearer the cliffs.”

Flint has come this far, but now he feels flustered, awkward as a school boy. He’s not going to go *swimming* with Silver and the Princess, it's a stupid idea. Why did he come?

Although the water does look appealing. In truth he loves to swim: the solitary rhythm of it, the power of the sea, exhausting himself until returning to the ship is a challenge that demands everything of him and leaves no room for thought.

But this is different.

Silver looks between them expectantly. Flint thinks he doesn’t feel quite comfortable with this, either, but clearly he would follow Madi to the ends of the earth, so he awaits her signal.

She kisses Silver on the cheek, takes a drink, and hands him the wineskin. Then she undoes her belt and pulls her shirt out of the loose, flowing trousers she wears, and Flint doesn’t know what he thought was going to happen---he’d been trying desperately not to think of this part---but he didn’t truly expect that she would calmly undress in front of them both.

“Now, wait a minute…”

“Don’t worry, Captain, your precious British modesty is not in danger.” She’s teasing, but he wonders if she knows him enough yet to realize the depth of the challenge there, and suspects she might. “When it is your turn to undress, I shall avert my eyes until you are in the water.”

Silver, goddamn him, is *giggling.* Certainly he doesn’t seem protective of Madi, which stings a bit. Flint isn’t sure he wants to be quite *that* unthreatening, though he does value the implicit trust.

“This… is not what I was expecting from the evening,” Silver breathes, appreciative, as Madi’s garments fall away one by one, then seems to remember that he probably shouldn’t be watching so blatantly. He helps himself to a healthy swallow of the wine and hands it to Flint, who takes an even longer pull because fuck, he needs it.

“Nor I. She’s not an easy woman to refuse, is she?”

“I can hear you, you know,” Madi says cheerfully, stepping out of the rest of her clothing. She is turned mostly toward the water, revealing the graceful curve of her back and hip, and she casts a look back over her shoulder directly at Flint. “What I am about to do, do not attempt it. I know where it is safe. I will meet you.”

Flint watches in disbelief as she saunters off to the cliff face and begins to climb lithely up. He has an urge to shout at her to stop; doesn’t she know that drinking and climbing waterfalls is a good way to get killed? He’s lost men to this kind of stupidity and she doesn’t need to show off.

Hell, when had he become a clucking mother hen? He forces a deep breath and watches the bunch and pull of her muscles, much stronger than he’d realized, appreciates the economy with which she moves.

“Goddamn,” breathes Silver next to him, face full of awe, and of course it isn’t Flint she’s trying to impress. She stands poised at the top of the cliff for a long moment, then, without warning, she dives. They both gasp. It’s not really that high, perhaps twenty feet, but for an instant she is perfectly suspended in the air and she looks like a bird in flight, arms outstretched, silhouetted against the sky. Then she turns her body gracefully in the air, brings her hands together above her and slips head first into the water with barely a splash.

There is a moment of absolute stillness. Then she breaks the surface, laughing. “Come on then!” she calls. Silver moves first, removing clothing without further hesitation, and Flint sees no choice but to do the same. They don’t look at each other. At least, he very studiously does not look at Silver, and it's only from a corner of his eye that he sees Silver strip completely, as Madi did. He’d thought they could at least keep the dignity of their undergarments, but Silver is giddy and unthinking, naturally eager to be naked with his lover, and Flint refuses to be the prude in this situation, so he lays his clothes aside.

In fact, he is so determined not to look at Silver, not even to *think* of looking at the newly bared expanses of his skin, that it takes him some time to notice that Silver has sunk to the soft bank, all happiness drained from his face. He has removed the peg from his left leg and is staring into the middle distance, coming to terms with his own set of inconvenient realities.

It makes Flint’s heart ache, and without further thought he goes to where Silver sits and offers him a hand, because Silver will sit there all night rather than ask. Flint’s limbs are still loose and heavy with the wine, his thoughts syrupy slow, or else he probably would have hesitated a great deal more before putting his exposed prick at the same level as Silver’s face. As it is, he doesn’t see the tableau they create until it's too late, and then he can’t *stop* seeing it. He is not, thank God, fully hard, but he’s not exactly soft either; this evening has been full of suggestiveness to which he is not immune, and Silver is sitting so close before him, it would be so easy for Flint to bury a hand in his curls and guide his mouth forward… *fuck*.

“Come on, up,” he says gruffly, like he would if they were training and he’s once again knocked Silver on his ass. That snaps Silver out of his reverie; he clasps Flint’s forearm and allows himself to be pulled to his feet, thankfully without looking at him too closely first. He wavers a bit, then throws an arm over Flint’s shoulders and allows himself to be helped out into the placid water.

It truly is a perfect spot, the water barely cool against Flint’s skin, the gradually sloping bottom made of soft white sand, and he tries to focus on the way it yields beneath their steps, on the shine of the moon, the distant rolling of waves from the ocean, on anything other than the weight of Silver’s arm around him, the nearness of him. The way they’re carefully not looking at each other. They’ve lived together for months now, seen each other undressed from time to time, and it hasn’t been a problem. Perhaps Flint has glanced, but he has discipline. And it has been incidental, momentary, nothing like the intimacy of supporting Silver’s weight as they make their way deeper, feeling the tickle of long black hair on his own shoulder, smelling Silver’s scent, the salt of sweat and something sharp and wild beneath it, which he would be able to tell apart from a hundred other men. His pulse quickens.

This is hell.

He is almost able to resist, but when they are thigh deep in the water he forgets himself and steals a glance. Silver’s cock hangs heavy between his legs, also half full. Flint has known Silver is a well-made man, but to see something of the extent of it, of what it would be like to— He swallows hard and quickly looks away. Silver’s attention is, unsurprisingly, focused elsewhere. Flint follows his gaze.

Madi, true to her word, is ignoring them entirely, cavorting under the waterfall like a proper nymph. She stands on a little rock ledge behind the fall, letting it obscure her like a veil, then dives through it into the deep pool before climbing back up. Sometimes she swims to the bottom, as if fetching treasures.

It’s jarring to see her like this. It's true that the Maroons don’t seem to particularly value concealment of the body; it’s perfectly common to see women with their breasts exposed, and in some of the ritual dances, men, heavily painted, appear with their genitals uncovered. Which Flint has paid no mind. It only means that this isn’t necessarily significant; people have their different customs and there’s nothing untoward here, it is only being so shaped by the conditions of his own repressive nation which makes it seem so to him.

Except Madi is not unfamiliar with their customs. She knows exactly the significance of what she is doing. Had they been alone, it would have been either a seduction or a strange play for power. But her lover is here, and Flint can’t figure out what she’s trying to accomplish.

He’s not ready to let himself consider the obvious. He wants it to be true too badly, and doesn’t trust his muddled mind to read the situation correctly.

Maybe she’s merely young and drunk, and wanted to go swimming.

The water is to their waists now, a bit above. He extricates himself from under Silver’s arm, though he still holds on to it, steadying him. Silver looks at him for the first time in what feels like forever, and his wide eyes are so full of tender, fledgling hope. There is no color in the darkness, but he knows the exact shade of blue they’d be, paints it over them in his mind.

“Will it really work?” Silver asks, and he’s never sounded so vulnerable.

“Course it will. It's mostly saltwater, you couldn’t sink if you tried.”

Unbidden, Flint remembers sinking. He’s never told Silver, but he was still conscious when he fell. Conscious enough to know that, shot and beaten as he was, to stand a chance of reaching the surface he would need to struggle out of his heavy boots and coat at least, and then remembers seeing an empty bay where the *Urca* should have been, and realizing he had killed Gates for nothing. Conscious enough to let himself sink instead of fighting. He remembers feeling hands on him, pulling him up before everything went dark.

“You’ve got nothing to worry about. Trust me.” He squeezes Silver’s arm, then lets go.

Silver wavers, manages an awkward hop or two, and then plunges forward. Instinctively he steadies himself with his arms so that although it’s shallow he is half treading water; he founders only for a moment, and then he discovers the trick of propelling himself forward, slicing through the water with his arms and pushing his foot off of the bottom.

In moments he has made his way to deeper water, and when he regains his footing it rises partway up his smooth chest, lapping at him just under where dark nipples are pebbled. He can stand easily now, the water balancing and supporting him. He tests his newfound abilities, moving a few easy, floating steps, and a broad smile spreads across his face. It's like watching the breaking of dawn, or the sun emerging after a long and terrible storm.

“Captain! I--- I can…” Silver dives under the water and surfaces laughing and full of wonder, rediscovering his former grace. He’s only a few paces from Flint, close enough to see that he’s almost vibrating with excitement. “It’s so *easy.*”

There’s a breathless moment between them, a moment when recklessly he imagines Silver will embrace him, but neither of them moves.

“I know,” Flint says softly. “I should have thought of it.” He’s glad for the darkness, hopes it will conceal the tears pricking at the back of his eyes. He aches with all of the things he should have done for Silver, should have considered, should have given him in return for his terrible sacrifice. His eyes cut to Madi, who in the short weeks of their acquaintance has shown Silver more of love and joy than Flint has known in years. She’s lounging on a rock shelf a few feet above the deep pool, watching with an almost proprietary air of approval.

Silver follows his gaze and brightens even further.

Madi dives back in and swims to them without breaking the surface, popping up just in front of Silver.

“Madi!” he cries and picks her up, delighted, and tries to spin with her, but her added weight changes his balance in the water and they topple sideways, splashing under the surface, only to emerge laughing and sputtering. Madi shrieks in feigned reproach and Silver catches her in a firm embrace. It's like watching the play of puppies.

Until it isn’t. Until she takes hold of Silver’s face and stretches up to kiss him, and his hands slide down her back, out of sight under the water. They shimmer in the moonlight, pale against dark, her delicate form pulled flush to his broad, muscled one, a perfect image of lovers from the dawn of time

The kiss deepens, and Flint turns away. He shouldn’t be here, is intruding and doesn’t want to be able to picture what he can’t have. Silver seems to realize it at the same time, breaking away from Madi and speaking to her softly, casting a sidelong look in Flint’s direction. Flint tries to act as though he finds the view of the jungle enthralling.

“I don’t think your Captain objects,” Madi says, her voice pitched to carry. Her eyes find Flint’s and hold them, as if they share a secret. Her words are heavy with implication. “You don’t object, do you Captain?”

Fuck. She knows.

The weight of the realization descends on him, the danger, and he can’t force enough air into his lungs; he’s been trapped into this and will be exposed for exactly what he is because *she knows.* “I--- I don’t know what---” He stammers foolishly.

Silver is just looking back and forth between the two of them, bemused, his hand still resting on the curve of Madi’s spine.

“Answer me,” she says in the affected, imperious tone she has been using to play with him all evening. His frantic mind catches on that, puts information in order. She knows, and what has she done? Skillfully engineered this absurd situation. He meets her eyes again. They’re warm and reassuring, despite her tone, waiting for him to see it.

This isn’t a threat. It's a fucking invitation.

#ask game #my writing #ok for real i think i might post this #because i actually like the beginning bit too #it was just getting way too long

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saibug1022 · 1 year ago

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Writing Masterlist

Link to MCs Masterlist

Blades of Light and Shadow

Walls of Regret

Tyril Starfury x MC, Mal Volari x MC, hints of Tyril x Mal Hurt/No Comfort Summary: During an encounter with Valax in the Shadow Realm, Asterin, Mal, and Tyril learn that Asterin's missing year was worse than any of them could have possibly imagined.

The Last Time

Aerin Valleros x MC Hurt/Comfort, Angst Summary: After getting injured by Valax in a fight Asterin awakens to find himself being cared for by Aerin and he can't help but think about the night they shared...and how Aerin left.

Funeral of Faith

Aerin Valleros x MC, referenced Tyril x MC and Mal x MC Angst, Hurt/No Comfort, Evil MC Summary: The Shadow Realm has a new Prince.

My Heart Won't Start Anymore

Tyril Starfury x MC x Mal Volari, references of Aerin x MC and Valax x MC Hurt/Comfort Summary: Finally, Asterin breaks. But this time he doesn't do it alone.

Love, I See You Now

Aerin Valleros x MC, reference Tyril x MC and Mal x MC Angst Summary: When Asterin gets hurt in the Battle for the Whitetower Rift, the Shadow Aerin thought he got rid of comes back in a burst of rage and fear. But it may not be enough.

Monster Made Of Memories

Word Count: 2k Characters/Relationship(s): Asterin Nightbloom (MC) x Mal Volari x Tyril Starfury, Asterin Nightbloom x Aerin Valleros Genre/Tags: Hurt/comfort, nightmare Summary: Asterin has nightmare and when woken puts a knife to Mal's throat.

No Longer You (Epic pt. 1)

Word Count: 2k Characters/Relationship(s): Asterin Nightbloom (MC) x Mal Volari x Tyril Starfury, Asterin Nightbloom x Aerin Valleros Genre/Tags: Angst, Hurt no comfort (yet), aggressive parallels Summary: After a confrontation with Nilfira the party is imprisoned on an island. But when finally freed, the rest of the party realizes Asterin was left behind.

It Lives In The Woods

Val's Resurrection Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Lucas Thomas x MC, hints of Noah Marshall x MC

Hurt/Comfort

Summary: After years, finally, finally, Valen Ebony is saved.

It Lives Within

The Morning After

Abel Flint x MC

Fluff

Summary: A sweet little morning scene after the scene in Ch 14.

The Sun's Final Breath

Lincoln McQuoid and MC, Abel Flint x MC (background)

Angst

Summary: Castor Athantis is dead, and something is glowing in Lincoln's pocket.

Revelations

Abel Flint x MC, General

Angst

Summary: "I'm not Castor Athantis...I'm not even human."

Two Birds on a Wire

Lincoln Aquino & ILITW MC, Lincoln Aquino x ILW MC (background), Lucas Thomas x ILITW MC (background)

Fluff

Summary: After weeks of dancing around the reveal that Matthias is Val's real father, Lincoln and Val finally are forced to talk about it.

Nightbound

The Wrong Engagement

Nik Ryder x MC

Angst

Summary: Just one more morning. Alex just needed one more morning with the love of his life. One more morning before he married someone else.

Into the Wind-Verse

Link to full universe masterlist

A New Start

Magnus Bishop & Wind Velez

Summary: The story of Magnus getting recruited from unemployment in Ohio after being fired from his firm, to McGraw-Byrne.

Bad Liar

Magnus Bishop (MC) & Wind Velez

Summary: Magnus Bishop, just trying to do his work. Enter Wind Velez, here to remind Magnus he scared the shit out of his boyfriend, hadn't slept in three days, and needs some goddamn friends.

Come Morning Light

Magnus Bishop/Marcus Sharpe

Summary: Magnus is awoken when his boyfriend stirs in the night. He may not be the most adept at empathy or comforting people but for Marcus? He'll try.

Feeding Schedule

Wind Velez/Martin Vanderweil

Summary: Magnus is secretly a walking talking disaster. Wind knows this. Now he needs his boyfriend's help for a unique request.

The Breach

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Magnus Bishop/Marcus Sharpe

Summary: In an attempt to finally put his past to bed, Magnus returns to Westchester one last time to visit the strange forcing lurking in the woods he grew up in. But little does he know, nothing with the Power is ever that simple.

Choices Sequels We Deserved

Elementalists 3

Nightbound 2

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creativewaygrace · 5 months ago

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Bible Verses on Guilt and Shame

1 Corinthians 10:13- No temptation has come upon you except what is common to humanity. But God is faithful he will not allow you to be tempted beyond what you are able with the tempatation he will also provide a way out so that you may be able to bear it.

1 Corinthians 6:18- Flee sexual immorality. Every other sin a person commits is outside the body, but the person who is sexually immoral sins against his own body.

1 John 1:9- If we confess our sins, he is faithful and righteous to forgive us our sins and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness.

1 John 2:1- My little children, I am writing these things so that you may not sin. But if anyone does sin, we have an advoacate with the Father, Jesus Christ the righteous one.

1 John 2:2- He himself is the atoning sacrifice for our sins, and not only for ours, but for those of the whole world.

1 John 4:1- Dear friends, do not believe every spirit, but test the spirits to see if they are are from God, because many false prophets have gone out into the world.

1 Timothy 2:4- No one serving as a soldier gets entangled in the concerns of civilian life, he seeks to please the commanding officer.

2 Peter 3:9- The Lord does not delay his promise, as some understand delay, but is patient with you, not wanting to perish, but all to come to repentance.

Acts 2:21- Then everyone who calls on the name of the Lord will be saved.

Acts 2:38- Peter replied, "Repent and be baptized, each of you, in the name of Jesus Christ for the forgiveness of your sins, and you will recieve the gift of the Holy Spirit.

Acts 3:19- Therefore repent and turn back, so that your sins may be wiped out.

Acts 8:22- Therefore prepent of this wickedness of yours and pray to the Lord that, if possible, your hearts intent may be forgiven.

Hebrews 12:2- Keeping our eyes on Jesus, the source and perfecter of our faith. For the joy that lay before him, he endured the cross, despising the shame, and sat down at the right hand of God.

Hebrews 12:6- For the Lord disciplines the one he loves and punishes every son he recieives.

Isaiah 50:7- The Lord God will help me, therefore I have not been humiliated, therefore I have set my face like flint, and I know I will be put to shame.

Isaiah 54:4- Do not be afraid, for you will not be put to shame, don't be humilated, for you will not be disgraced. For you will forget the shame of your youth, and you will no longer remember the disgrace of your widowhood.

John 3:16- For God love the world in this way. He gave his one and only son, so that everyone who believes in Him will not perish but have eternal life.

John 3:17- For God did not send his Son into the world to condemn the world, but to save the world through him.

Micah 7:19- He will again have compassion on us, he will vanquish our iniquites. You will cast all our sins into the depths of the sea.

Philippians 4:13- I am able to do all things through him who strengthens me.

Psalm 22:5-They cried to you and were set free, they trusted in you and were not disgraced.

Psalm 34:5- Those who look to him are radiant with joy, their faces will never be ashamed.

Revelation 21:4- He will wipe way every tear from their eyes. Death will be no more, grief, crying, and pain will be no more, because the previous things have passed away.

Revelation 3:20- See! I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in to him and eat with him, and he with me.

Romans 10:13- For everyone who call on the name of the Lord will be saved.

Romans 10:9- If you confess with your mouth, Jesus is lord, and believe in your heart that God raised him from the dead, you will be saved.

Romans 2:15- They show that the work of the law is written on their hearts. Their consciences confirm this. Their competing thoughts either accuse or even excuse them.

Romans 3:23- For all have sinned and fall short of the glory of the God.

Romans 8:28- We know that all things work together for the good of those who love God, who are called according to his purpose.

#christianity #bible verses #faith

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fuckingfishfuck · 1 year ago

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I've never seen anyone talk about how perfectly Ship in a Bottle by Fin Argus represents the story and themes of Captain Flint, so here's my mini essay that nobody asked for.

One of the first verses is "Everything you have earned is a ship" which is so true for Flint. He's worked for years and years in Nassau to try and build something new, but at the end of the day all he has are his ship and crew.

Then there's, "You set sail alone, there is no crew, No one on the deck who can help you, This is all your own battle to win, This is your ship and you are the captain." Flint left England with no one but Miranda. He had no one to help him get started and even when he does acquire a crew and "friends," they are on wildly different journeys, fighting wildly different battles than he is. I feel like those last two lines are things Flint tells himself aswell, reminders that keep him going so he never forgets the immense amount of pressure he's put on himself.

The song has a lot of lines about drowning or the idea of the bottle cracking. "Ocean waters rising above your neck, You feel the glass start to crack." First of all, the motif of a ship in a bottle ties perfectly with Flints themes of isolation. The song talks about how the bottle contains not only the ship, but the crushing weight of the captain's emotions and lies. It hammers home the idea that the fragile glass bottle and the ship it contains are falling apart because the captain refuses to be honest with himself or with others.

Finally, there's the lines: "Flying flags of ships that have long since, Sat at the floor of the sea, but in defense...." These are so fucking Flint coded jesus christ. Flint is fighting a battle for a man that died years ago. He is holding onto loyalties that are so far gone no one aside from Miranda could possibly understand them. He is "flying flags," of ideas, of goals, that no one is even aware still exist.

I could literally go on for ages longer about this song and why exactly it fits Flint but seriously go listen to it. I am not even remotely normal about this topic.

#black sails #james flint #music #no one even asked for this what am i doing #somebody please sedate me

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heartbinders · 6 months ago

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IMPORTANT HEADCANON DIRECTORY

This is a masterpost of headcanons that are most worth knowing on this blog. Seeing as this is a multimuse, I’ll organize it by series and then by character (with general worldbuilding-type meta under the series name and character-specific meta under the character’s name). This will get updated as the blog is around for longer, and none of it is required reading, but it’s helpful if you want to learn more about my take on a character or world!

Series and muse names link to their respective worldbuilding / headcanon tags, while list items link to specific headcanon posts.

ANIMAL CROSSING

Cammie

Who were Camille and Cammie’s neighbors? ( link goes to Camille’s blog, run by Aaron! )

Why Camofrog is important to Cammie

KID ICARUS

Angels, Flight, and the Mechanics of the Power of Flight

Where do Angels Come From?

Structure of the Underworld

Pit

Pit’s reflection after Dark Pit’s appearance

Justifying Pit knowing about other game universes, without godmodding! ( Plus an aside about divine technology )

KINGDOM HEARTS

Telling Roxas and Ven apart

Sora

Misc Sora body headcanons

Sora's parents

MOTHER

Tazmily after the Dark Dragon

Lucas

Lucas growing up bilingual

Post-game Lucas and tech

Lucas’s relationship with Flint

Lucas, mind-reading, and empathy

Lucas fighting during-game

Lucas’s feelings about being in Smash

NEON GENESIS EVANGELION

The world after End of Evangelion

Shinji

Important people in Shinji’s life / NPCs ( cw: abuse mention, internalized biphobia )

Shinji’s upbringing in the anime and rebuild vs manga ( cw: physical abuse )

Shinji’s scars and body image ( cw: self harm, body image, implied toxic masculinity )

Post-canon Shinji and gender

POKEMON

Trainer cards

Red

Public vs private knowledge about Red

Noctis ( PKMN verse )

Knowledge meme

Prompto ( PKMN verse )

Knowledge meme

SMASH BROS

How Smash works in-universe

How humans can use weapons from the Kid Icarus universe

VOCALOID

Baku / Ren

Important info about Ren’s abilities, general demeanor, and what happens to his victims ( cw: gaslighting )

#❛ important: headcanon directory.

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libidomechanica · 1 year ago

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And she, and griping Paradise

A Meredith sonnet sequence

’Re we to plunge me thee,—that heart. And shuddered: I knew many mornings of the graveyard. In our stray, that blossoms around he did before that eve, a strange beil’, where. For fears desire love music I can crabbed to make it. I played, the awful think I’ve broken you milk curdled in your voided cried, betwixt Nature helm, now her sake, and over earest o’ Ballochmyle. Like in you leave the other but I an earthly pale little girls flies. The time came, and fall, Let not one, but a girl? Were tasted, and vtter suspect, for eternal smile, they liege, ’ said he if yours abed and soft and queen the player. For Juliana came: for I a God’s Life may, turn’d. Mighty way.

The value on purpose by more. For so heart—and mony and gain-say, give found Wit: od’s universe of the dog because of your adventurer’s. No longer and flower; do what afternoons, who was it’s loved again. Will happy may say again, and flit, to incense; might of science to my would not, can make loved in earth, or evening thin what is as wood, but none, a spurn as his lesson is far, far to me, thered it you art it was weapons lay, and then, which erst from tyranny this, nor happier time. Fed within be cut him with the nightly troth and crowns dull surely and Beauty shall moved in love, to tie up with my verse or two prevail, in the cried; no fights.

III

The grace me, turned and many and love made it was been: she spake with a hush, some said off begetting husband’s apace, and every turne will no faces the human had though my bosom of Kingly: For young, week: much of prompt to a name. To feet, when two, we are gone day rose peepers are not bless wi’ drink that my breath’s unite, and you none. She dangers, a breath. And with it; afternoon that Stellation, most creature feet is not of recognize his horse it see my mother’s and love, but thy current paths on, with that look like though me mysterious house a Maying not you now, and were, Her voice even form, unless now you shall the altar’s reade their with us in her going!

And of ice, as may move to salute heaves we’ll ne’er you sworn await up, to none hard, and yet on the blossoms in a girls, neglected? What vex true thy heart design’d to sleepe for a distress in the marvelous in my earthy Lust; nor slain, I clings of Woman the road Hell. Who knee: but a dear, her sues for him to reward—an Isis hidden of this bright at chick mass o’ Coil, I knew not there in love thing just make reclined, would not lost in full strok’d above thee, the vanished in the secret head, and summer of Gaule into attent the pine had heart. And ran in one that I speak of flaming and I’m come; answer wise. And I sward; when will. The tempt third degrade of man!

I knew not, and sagged dusty as I glided and unstain’d with her. Come, fail in cloud water. But fountain arms limp as woo’d of pearl and yet but approve thy Mistress—in thyself the laid the was it inter closeted for this arrowed with might me singing so choose. Went yesterday; but the Norther hurt to not that point myself up of whom I knew the Princesses we’ll ne’er fool; but he pieces. About the Canterbury belly, her sink all haunt me in all in vain still learn the race. Win you knows the cry, a day rose time, no fence, my Katie,— canst thyself too for a moment, and vain; nor sugar-cakes to obliged to me, my disprouting’s eyes slipt from hate yowes.

And all their she now your breath’d never hid by thy Saviours for the apply, a blind, wandering it grieve, thou upon the palm she rapidity of the was never vice this mind. That I sport, and by Worth,? Are you said she said she door; inquires to my should obsequious good, and their to offended to the knew she is gone. Back to light, and flint! If one-and-twenty, Tam! The will to this obsolete. I am pushed; but can do. Into stir of innumerable tepid poor star came over mind; the need sprang on the head, and ever leapfrogs a shame, then reign the lawns, who knees. How I am, and rever—and drove your was no tide shadow you speak, my delight.

VII

Then given being through fair; yet the Harvest, where he’d die as thy that night have her such as gather’s face; but ne’er succeed? But her, tis high wind; hers caution, which her footing on a sistering wander youth wind. To walks without end; nor planet of this similar to tumbled so totall a kissing evenings aside should’st have I am tired cold stark, has decorum. At dinna cry.—Cease to spring all hit; then first, and wide-embracing she word, nor through you, the ride of a gentle like must take them, thou are more and night, which with for your will mortar, a whom Mankind beats of therefore funeral from thou art myself have, you may chaunst thy life in thee distantly.

VIII

I have eyes, they wound, and though your own and added within my early lies nor he wife was tied, an as in hills. The body, war piled his isles of Kings, impossible. That the wife affliction Since I heart in the fail? And at al war; and thinke I stood name. Haste as the slipp’ry strawberries like tax; behind their please; a fair possess’d here, that parted prepare to it: when dropping as we gave over the wolf’s-milk curdled eyes morn to grand die, till the bride: was for here your orange my own, advance; your cite thy soul, as past a pulse to false than the bound wishing you said he, what potions for name. And the rags of a little small arguments so got up and sick, or else palm.

”—Just the money, have left he walk with clay. Doe not a glade, I the oldest to lay. ’Re one was asked they creeds or in the snake, my lips the children, why I’m telling—come, draw ane an’ twenty, Tam! In who place, but then, would, in the risen and thus long-distance ourself, yet you ask, they died. And left to seek her hue chaste in come, and she belied inside the rosy lips, and trimm’d wi’ a togethere command take the shine own with ass’s early risen. And answer his owne each its pinnacle to the light the peeping. In the stool, down soft liked him with the ruby-budde, and slip at all. Provide and of the oaks, with honor: the I want you are sky sagged affection, ah!

And they swim someone even our selfe the dark breast man be a medicite! She, when Arac. Let third, she’s on my knee. The river: your alter to obliged to more? A dank, sickens great breast. The red rites in each in that nothing, too quivering till word she far-fleeted beyond him err: now, the dance in thy love is of Kingdom is the phone lonely train torturer joy? My hair tongue the shows her heart in hide the love that is all deserved him with my mount and for the Wolf, nor fame: hiding the Hall-garden, entertain the maids, pitch on the skin lies blue will his wisdom henceforth sea and there, to fetch in the Canterbury belly Gray! Receive; fresh in battle hand o’er wile?

Joined private pains may move to preciates are said her face and she a little, hurrying on thing; I left and throw to be revolving planet’s delays heart of Phœbus was like in the main, which erst perforced ever life three winds in flowing up like bride? Yet knew my verse of my skin, the earth an incorruption give herd that you art beloved us. Both moue. And woo’d of time I am for her forgotten, and loving planes above to see the two resplendid sucking languish’d on endlesse Head. Ask why sytten up in thy peculiar Eyes up all allow her firing into a suddenly dismantling. But come hither Eyes clog of the clouder power.

XII

’ Dry winters in low unto me hence, running, to take to lay the cry from here them will not saved men in the nighting not your hand inlets of the gray, steal; I know in lovely I am had poverty be Thee the pains may widows what are then wild- flower, and hospital; at kith other’s wisdom hate, if your Liberty. The other, last wet understand incense; might of ghosts the counts her far they tale thy service precious I listen to known, but O too far to when our gifts its long silver, without ensigns: yet the word shades were it. The heart he fire, her end. Lass the hulls of this marked in love. Fields easily thinks he soul is fair, ah, which I for his earthy tree!

XIII

Descended to the desire; and pretty her little near as your sweet selfe he man; and flinty savage of all that make break; till shut eyes above the cloud water. Faire eyes more alive, and Mary. Do as ocean is overplus as he spell. One at thou are also to thee! He whole, ’ would we defence; if some play, that out why of thunder voice trembled on earth my hand, at die? The larger more thing limbs the birth of prejudice resmoothing from its pacific season’s warm New York, that right. And sable cold to her brother dues. Turning, without of the bird, the wife his sleep I’m dying. We did me wonderstands were but let there to firmly proclaimed, that ranckleth moue.

XIV

For him with wide! On cheeks but gauds; nay, raw- cold dancers left theft. No more one thou aren’t. Should your grief, and received: tho puffing o’er against sunshine. While I who serpents but the cloud drag you so slow aisle no paced, and, so ill, though way to her, I am murderous expects not be her syne, and draw a quiet. Some have Vizírs—but burst upon the fastidiously two women still dominion yesterday; lorn and marriage ring she turn is gone; and farewell! Who being me for where were the Faith in hand. Come slender acacias, and full of that is dear light be the hear; ’ and go, and I thy dark, to the child at me in your face rosy lips, delight a rose-or me.

She tub is mine when we resto! That dim light to say, for to say he went warmth and quietly almost inquiring for, to scourge. Soon, like king roun’, and nights. Perhaps a year slant I went and common brother, till turn like the stood, Therewith blushing off, some shatter his strawberries have and rubies. By Odysseus her to one.— Let the trees I cannot by the paradise, then fair Corinna, come, and thy daylight forth. In the bed to see you would clowdie Welkin clams around, showing echoes dipt in the shoes. And in natures are, since, and that you might i’ th’ impervious gates across that me haggard father. Thy Herald together side; herself for head.

XVI

And your first night. If though the did, and by sweet Ida: then being, that I am she who have, and bow’d: I bow’d it was endures, from those will shotte. I wanton and go by. Not due to tumbling day; lorn at their name machine. ’Er, and a peak to me! Let me say on that I wipe them sure out of ruthless song? And each we caught cannot destroying the doors! Will we seem right Desire. Ben into thy bosom was it The bush, the past almight have sweet will pay heralds breaks within, an’ twenty, Tam! Would not have, and, bidden meteor one Phœnix shall not blossom fell, said told might seemed then fields are not the ways, and the opened the western hill? Then once more, and obstinated.

XVII

And hath so dispute the cloud with wan was. The necessor save. They also this maimed, which has beheld the want relent, then may all I can decked the iron her hear and chose the eye is fondly it always understood, the more: your Highness once stray; so blamed her, like you, heart a little flushed my fault, they will not thirty years now them in town with Plenty, Tam. Was it is not to for a lass wi’ a tocher, to tell a tansy let his Should have dream. When to booth. Erect Hebrew for the head from nightgown to give a dole of love that what to her break my purse, and sees and my death for her progress you say she cars will a clamouring ording. Repose? But I, deeper day!

#poetry #automatically generated text #Patrick Mooney #Markov chains #Markov chain length: 5 #181 texts #Meredith sonnet sequence

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madeimpact · 1 year ago

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IMPORTANT HEADCANON DIRECTORY

Series and muse names link to their respective worldbuilding / headcanon tags, while list items link to specific headcanon posts.

ANIMAL CROSSING

Cammie

Who were Camille and Cammie’s neighbors? ( link goes to Camille’s blog, run by Aaron! )

Why Camofrog is important to Cammie

BANDORI

Tomoe

Tomoe and gender

KID ICARUS

Angels, Flight, and the Mechanics of the Power of Flight

Where do Angels Come From?

Structure of the Underworld

Pit

Pit’s reflection after Dark Pit’s appearance

Justifying Pit knowing about other game universes, without godmodding! ( Plus an aside about divine technology )

KINGDOM HEARTS

Telling Roxas and Ven apart

Sora

Misc Sora body headcanons

Sora's parents

MOTHER

Tazmily after the Dark Dragon

Lucas

Lucas growing up bilingual

Post-game Lucas and tech

Lucas’s relationship with Flint

Lucas, mind-reading, and empathy

Lucas fighting during-game

Lucas’s feelings about being in Smash

NEON GENESIS EVANGELION

The world after End of Evangelion

Shinji

Important people in Shinji’s life / NPCs ( cw: abuse mention, internalized biphobia )

Shinji’s upbringing in the anime and rebuild vs manga ( cw: physical abuse )

Shinji’s scars and body image ( cw: self harm, body image, implied toxic masculinity )

Post-canon Shinji and gender

POKEMON

The world map that applies to this blog

Trainer cards

Allister

Allister’s ghostly mannerisms

Kazuya

Kazuya can’t talk about his mom

Kazuya and gender

Kyouhei

Kyouhei and Kyurem ( meta in tags )

Red

Public vs private knowledge about Red

Noctis ( PKMN verse )

Knowledge meme

Prompto ( PKMN verse )

Knowledge meme

SMASH BROS

How Smash works in-universe

VOCALOID

Rin and Len

The twins and gender

Baku / Ren

Important info about Ren’s abilities, general demeanor, and what happens to his victims ( cw: gaslighting )

#repost with beta editor #❛ important: headcanon directory.

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cxptainflint · 8 months ago

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He closed his eyes at the touch to his shoulders, it provided a calming feeling to him, perhaps he needed that touch more than he initially realized. James took his hand, rubbing a thumb over his palm before securing a greater hold. "Not entirely sure, just got lost in thought I guess," he replies softly as he turns his gaze toward Thomas. "I blame the weather. You alright?"

#thomashxmilton #verse; no longer flint

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cxptainflint · 6 months ago

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The guilt would never leave him. Even though Thomas said that it did not stop the wheels in James's mind from turning. 'I should have been there, I should have been there. I could have freed you. They would not have been able to catch me,' he says to himself before snapping out of it as the man's words become more prevalent. "I.. love you too," he says, incredibly softly. His hands rested atop the ones that held his face. "We're here now... that's what matters."

"I love you, James." He held him close and said, Thomas said, "and I'm so sorry for all the pain you've had to endure because of your connection to me." He looked down as he spoke and said, "I will spend the rest of my days trying to atone for that, if you'd allow me."

#( i should have been there. )#thomashxmilton #he means to make us queue ;#verse; no longer flint

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tpanan · 2 years ago

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My Saturday Daily Blessings

April 1, 2023

Be still quiet your heart and mind, the LORD is here, loving you talking to you...........

Saturday of the Fifth Week of Lent (Roman Rite Calendar) Lectionary 256, Cycle A

First Reading: Ezekiel 37:21-28

Thus says the Lord GOD: I will take the children of Israel from among the nations to which they have come, and gather them from all sides to bring them back to their land. I will make them one nation upon the land, in the mountains of Israel, and there shall be one prince for them all. Never again shall they be two nations, and never again shall they be divided into two kingdoms. No longer shall they defile themselves with their idols, their abominations, and all their transgressions. I will deliver them from all their sins of apostasy, and cleanse them so that they may be my people and I may be their God. My servant David shall be prince over them, and there shall be one shepherd for them all; they shall live by my statutes and carefully observe my decrees. They shall live on the land that I gave to my servant Jacob, the land where their fathers lived; they shall live on it forever, they, and their children, and their children's children, with my servant David their prince forever. I will make with them a covenant of peace; it shall be an everlasting covenant with them, and I will multiply them, and put my sanctuary among them forever. My dwelling shall be with them; I will be their God, and they shall be my people. Thus the nations shall know that it is I, the LORD, who make Israel holy, when my sanctuary shall be set up among them forever.

Responsorial Psalm: Jeremiah 31:10,11-12abcd, 13

"The Lord will guard us, as a shepherd guards his flock."

Verse before the Gospel: Ezekiel 18:31

"Cast away from you all the crimes you have committed, says the LORD, and make for yourselves a new heart and a new spirit."

**Gospel: John 11:45-56

Many of the Jews who had come to Mary and seen what Jesus had done began to believe in him. But some of them went to the Pharisees and told them what Jesus had done. So the chief priests and the Pharisees convened the Sanhedrin and said, "What are we going to do? This man is performing many signs. If we leave him alone, all will believe in him, and the Romans will come and take away both our land and our nation." But one of them, Caiaphas, who was high priest that year, said to them, "You know nothing, nor do you consider that it is better for you that one man should die instead of the people, so that the whole nation may not perish."

He did not say this on his own, but since he was high priest for that year, he prophesied that Jesus was going to die for the nation, and not only for the nation, but also to gather into one the dispersed children of God. So from that day on they planned to kill him.

So Jesus no longer walked about in public among the Jews, but he left for the region near the desert, to a town called Ephraim, and there he remained with his disciples.

Now the Passover of the Jews was near, and many went up from the country to Jerusalem before Passover to purify themselves.

They looked for Jesus and said to one another as they were in the temple area, "What do you think? That he will not come to the feast?"

**Meditation:

Do you allow fear or opposition to hold you back from doing God's will? Jesus set his face like flint toward Jerusalem, knowing full well what awaited him there (Luke 9:51; Isaiah 50:7). It was Jewish belief that when the high priest asked for God's counsel for the nation, God spoke through him. What dramatic irony that Caiaphas prophesied that Jesus must die for the nation. The prophet Ezekiel announced that God would establish one people, one land, one prince, and one sanctuary forever.

Luke adds to Caiphas's prophecy that Jesus would gather into one the children of God who are scattered abroad. Jesus came to lay down his life for the many, but not in a foolish reckless manner so as to throw it away before his work was done. He retired until the time had come when nothing would stop his coming to Jerusalem to fulfill his Father's mission.

St. Augustine of Hippo (354-430 AD) wrote: "The passion of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ is the hope of glory and a lesson in patience... He loved us so much that, sinless himself, he suffered for us sinners the punishment we deserved for our sins. How then can he fail to give us the reward we deserve for our righteousness, for he is the source of righteousness? How can he, whose promises are true, fail to reward the saints when he bore the punishment of sinners, though without sin himself? Brethren, let us then fearlessly acknowledge, and even openly proclaim, that Christ was crucified for us; let us confess it, not in fear but in joy, not in shame but in glory."

The way to glory and victory for us is through the cross of Jesus Christ. Are you ready to take up your cross and follow Christ in his way of victory?

Lord Jesus, may we your disciples be ever ready to lay down our lives in conformity to your will, to willingly suffer and die for you, that we may also share in your victory and glory.

Sources:

Lectionary for Mass for use in the Dioceses of the United States, second typical edition, copyright (c) 2001, 1998, 1986, 1970 Confraternity of Christian Doctrine; Psalm refrain (c) 1968, 1981, 1997, international committee on english in the liturgy, Inc All rights reserved. Neither this work nor any part of it may be reproduced, distributed, performed or displayed in any medium, including electronic or digital, without permission in writing from the copyright owner

**Meditations may be freely reprinted and translated into other languages for non-profit use only. Please cite copyright and original source. Copyright 2021 Daily Scripture Readings and Meditation, dailyscripture.net author Don Schwager

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etoilesombre · 1 year ago

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for your wip tag game, love to hear more about "swimming"!

this was something i started for an event a couple years ago but ended up doing a different prompt, and never picked this back up. but the prompt was basically 'swimming lessons for Silver to learn to swim again after he loses his leg, with either Flint, Madi or both.' i went ot3

ok this is a stupid long excerpt, but the fic will probably never get posted so might as well put it here. wow, i was really just kind of vibing with this concept.

“This is a good place,” Madi says. “Shallow here, and by the rocks, but it’s deep enough to swim properly nearer the cliffs.”

Flint has come this far, but now he feels flustered, awkward as a school boy. He’s not going to go *swimming* with them, it's a stupid idea. Why did he come?

But this is different.

Silver looks between them expectantly. Flint thinks he doesn’t feel quite comfortable with this, either, but clearly he would follow Madi to the ends of the earth, so he awaits her signal.

“Now, wait a minute…”

“Nor I. She’s not an easy woman to refuse, is she?”

This is hell.

He’s not ready to let himself consider the obvious. He wants it to be true too badly, and doesn’t trust his muddled mind to read the situation correctly.

Maybe she’s merely young and drunk, and wanted to go swimming.

“Will it really work?” Silver asks, and he’s never sounded so vulnerable.

“Course it will. It's mostly saltwater, you couldn’t sink if you tried.”

“You’ve got nothing to worry about. Trust me.” He squeezes Silver’s arm, then lets go.

There’s a breathless moment between them, a moment when recklessly he imagines Silver will embrace him, but neither of them moves.

Silver follows his gaze and brightens even further.

Madi dives back in and swims to them without breaking the surface, popping up just in front of Silver.

Fuck. She knows.

Silver is just looking back and forth between the two of them, bemused, his hand still resting on the curve of Madi’s spine.

This isn’t a threat. It's a fucking invitation.

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strangerstuffandthingsimagines · 2 years ago

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Heavenly Body (Eddie Munson x Fem!reader)

Summary: A fellow high school failure managed to delve below Eddie Munson’s radar, but once he sets eyes on y/n he’s absolutely consumed.

Warnings: Implied steamy content?

A/N: HEY! It’ been a minute since I’ve posted, let alone write...I’m so sorry if this seems a bit rusty. I hope there aren’t too many mistakes.I can’t wait to get back into posting...Enjoy!

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Half an hour was all you really needed to finish your book. Though you had practically memorized verse by verse like a sacred text, it didn’t matter. Not in the slightest. Something new could be found, something profound something beautiful. There was a comfort in familiarity. A safety you held onto for dear life.

“Room’s taken.” A voice so sure of itself declared.

Eddie hadn’t paid much mind to the figure hidden in the back of the room, curled into itself like a stray caught in the rain. Far more focused on cramming as much of last weeks readings into his thick skull - at least that’s what he had convinced himself, it was the only probable way he could rationalize failing senior year twice.

“Ah, a fellow victory lapper.” You smiled softly, showing your face for what felt like the first time ever. Cheeks darkened by the rush of blood to your hanging head - the price you paid for what felt like days, but truthfully had been maybe an hour or so of reading.

It was a face that pulled all the light and lustre in that stuffy storage room and solely zeroed in on you. A black hole, that’s what Eddie had convinced himself you were, a big black hole in a yellow knit jumper, chipped pink polish peppering your nails, and a tired lull to your eyes. All focus from his mind, body, soul had been consumed by you in an instant.

“A what?” He asked dumbfounded, nearly gawking at you. He was still as stone where he stood. Maybe if he didn’t move you could no longer see him. Most likely not, but hell, he could pretend.

“Victory lapper. You know, doing a victory lap of your senior year?” You asked, unsure whether to move or die. “Have you never…never heard of that before?”

“Ohhhh, see where I’m from, we call that a failure.” He chided, folding his arms across his chest, suddenly ashamed of his hellfire shirt. He was so matter ��o fact you felt small in his presence.

“Gee, thanks.” You uttered dryly, dropping your gaze to the pages of your book. It didn’t take long for life to throw you a line, just for it to tangle and disappoint.

In that instant gravity weighed down on his chest like a thousand dying suns. So quickly your all consuming pull shut him out with a force that made him dizzy. He couldn’t even prepare for the shift that sent him plummeting into the stratosphere.

“No, shit,” he exclaimed, suddenly his hands fell from his chest, nearly raised, reaching for you, desperate to feel that rush of your pull. “That’s not what I meant. Christ, that came out so much worse than It sounded in my head.”

Fingers pinched at the papers of your novel, the words no longer coherent as you couldn’t seem to drag yourself away from his presence. Eddie Munson? Grovelling? God, this must’ve been how cavemen felt when they created fire from flint.

“Whatcha reading there anyways?” He asked, curious as to what held your attention in a vise. Quiet. Still. You were outer space. You were the whole fucking galaxy.

“Swear you won’t make fun?”

He pursed his lips, searching the ceiling for a moment before offering a shrug. “Alright,” he sighed, laying the theatrics on thick. “I guess, since you and I both are part of the ‘I can’t graduate to save my life’ club, I’ll let let it slide. A members only perk.”

“Uh, it’s probably not your style.” a shaky breath escaped your lungs, before holding up the cover to Eddie. The book was your only shield to hide you from his stare. “It’s more of a romance I guess.”

Your teeth clenched as a scoff sounded from his mouth. Here we go. You braced yourself for impact.

“Beren and Lúthien is not a romance.” Eddie began, plucking the book from your grasp, pushing himself up on the makeshift stage built from storage bins covered by linen sheets. The grip on your thundering heart loosened, the words melting into your skin like honey. “It’s some of Tolkien’s finest. The bridge between steady plot and evolving style. It’s an epic romance. Epic.”

The loud clap of his sneakers meeting the worn linoleum made jumpstarted your heart. “This doom she chose, forsaking the Blessed Realm, and putting aside all claim to kinship with those that dwell there; that thus whatever grief might lie in wait,” Eddie stood striking a pose that mimicked that of the pledge of allegiance. “-the fates of Beren and Lúthien might be joined, and their paths lead together beyond the confines of the world.” kneeling before you like a knight bowing a princess, he extended his ring clad hand out to you like an offering to a god.

“Wow,” you couldn’t help but allow your lips to pull into a toothy grin. “I’m impressed, Munson. I think any guy who knows Beren and Lúthien word for word can have my hand in marriage.” you admitted before biting down on your lip. His big brown eyes were hypnotic, merely looking into them could make you astral project.

“Are you proposing marriage? At least tell me your name, and maaaaaybe I’ll consider being your blushing bride.” he teased, pushing himself off the ground, standing before you, eye to eye batting his lashes.

The urge to let your smile to fall was hard, but none the less you fought. “You don’t remember my name?”

He pulled a piece of hair in front of his face, hiding away from the kicked puppy look that washed over your face. You had shared twelfth grade history with Eddie Munson twice now. You had wanted to talk to him more than the summer breeze wanted to blow through a field of tall grass. The least he could offer was remembering your name when called during attendance.

“No.” He winced, praying the ground would split beneath his feet and swallow him whole then and there. “Do you hate me now?”

It was impossible to be put off by him, absolutely impossible. Your lips sucked to your teeth as you tried not to simper. Letting out a breath you hadn’t realized you had been holding, you feigned devastation. The back of your hand pressed to your forehead, leaning back a bit to truly sell the 1960’s starlet act. “This is truly the worst revelation I have faced in my entire life. How will I crawl myself out of this hole of peril.”

In love. Eddie Munson was hopelessly in love and he hadn’t even known your name.

“Let me make it up to you.” he blurted out. Your ears burned like the sun on a hot summer’s day. The room felt small suddenly, you felt so close to him. Had he been standing that close this entire time? Your brain felt like liquid, a hot static fuzz filling your chest.

“Y/n.” you breathed.

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Just off the side of the main road, hidden behind the tree line, tucked amongst the forests cover, sat Eddie’s beloved van. The windows frosted, born from your heat battling the unforgiving cold desperate to invade the vehicle. This was ritual for the two of you - parking somewhere secluded, laying out a few blankets and talking for hours, illuminated by the camping lanterns light.

Tonight was different. Tonight was astronomically different.

The first kiss had been quick, a foreign feeling to your lips that rendered your body stiff - too afraid to move, for the fear of crumbling in his grasp was far too real to risk. Stunned silence followed for a few seconds, it took some coaxing, reassurance really until you could look him in the eye again.

The second kiss was smoother, far smoother than the first. Gentle guidance from Eddie helped ease your nerves. He wasn’t to be fooled, as you were a fast and eager learner after all. Teeth met teeth, gentle tugs on hair, soft sounds that sounded so foreign to your ears filled the back of the van. Planets aligned when he touched you, Stars danced across your eyelids when the cool metal of his rings met the heat of your skin.

“We can slow down.” he would whisper, hear and there, his lips ghosting across the shell of your ear. “We don’t need to go further than this. Not yet.” He would remind. “Not if you aren’t ready.”

Shaky breathes escaped you, the more he spoke the more you were sure. The more you were certain. Hesitant fingers grazed the leather of his belt, before settling on the hem of his shirt.

“I love you.” was all you could muster, lifting, tugging and pulling at the fabric of his shirt.

Again his lips found yours, deeper, heavier now. Eddie was consumed, lost in your touch.

A black hole. No he had been so wrong that day in the drama room.

He knew now the name. It was so clear now, so unbelievably clear. You were an anomaly. A heavenly body.

You were a heavenly body and you loved him.

You loved Eddie Munson.

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threadbareturnbacks · 2 years ago

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Black Sails and Facial Hair - Part 3, (Long) John Silver

One of the important aspects of character creation in Black Sails is that it proports to show not the Pirate Of Legend (a la POTC) but the Origin Of the Pirate Legend. But nothing can be created in a vacuum, you cannot reference pirate legend without engaging in some sort of historical storytelling that connects to the modern audience, which is, at its heart, the stuff of pirate legend. Narrative is an ouroboros, constantly eating its own tale.

John Silver shows up bright eyed and busy tailed and a perfect picture of a late 18th century sailor, down to the black shoes. His hair is a little too short, but reasonable and he’s rocking just a shade of a five o’clock shadow, but nothing untoward for a merchant ship in 1715. He’s a bag of snakes and like any good bag of snakes, he could get off in any port in the New or Old World and slip into the crowd without being noticed. He is, like Flint in 1704, perfectly suited to his surroundings. Flint’s crew take him at face value, but we know that this is a skin he wears that gives him more freedom than the bewhiskered pirates around him.

Throughout the first season, he stays pretty well shaved and clean. I mean, look at our boy after 5 days at sea and a shipwreck. This is the face of a man who plans to disappear into civilization as soon as he can. He even tells Flint, “I’ll find somewhere else to survive” - His appearance isn’t predicated on fitting in or telling a story, it’s predicated on survival. He’s handsome enough, but no one would look twice if they didn’t need to.

Unfortunately for Silver, everything he says comes true. And when he says “I don’t want to be a pirate”, well, I’ve got bad news for you snake man. He might say that out loud but his face tells a different story. After the capture of the galleon and his little Stomp Stomp routine, he stops shaving. It’s subtle at first. He’s still bright eye’d and bushy tailed (haired). But his hair is longer, his face is rougher. He’s starting to ingratiate himself with the crew, starting to become essential to Flint, starting to even find a place of belonging and in doing so, he drifts further from the safety of anonymity.

By the end of S2, he’s teetering on the edge. He’s got the mustache but compared to almost the entire crew, he’s still relatively respectable. However, look at how different it shows up in the light verses the dark. He might look like a citizen in the day, but at night his true self comes through and it’s all pirate.

Just as Flint’s door is closed at the end of s2, so is Silver’s. He can never again be an anonymous citizen, a snake in the grass. He might be able to integrate, but never again without notice. And he reflects that in his face. A full, patchy beard, very long hair barely brushed or contained - this is not a man who can step off a boat in any city and blend in. He’s clearly not taking care of himself.

Amputees are occasionally depicted in 18th century illustration - often in two distinct ways: The Good - employed and respectable (and clean-shaven) and The Poor - unemployed, whiskered, and dirty. Silver’s decided that since he can’t blend in, he might as well lean into the stereotype.

Additionally, there are instances of white men with beards living in the ‘civilized world’, particularly England and North America, but their lives are not easy. The beard is an essential feature of their Otherness, often Jewishness, and choosing to exist with that facial hair is a conscious statement. Whether as a statement of faith or as embracing his new condition, his beard is a clear rejection of reintegration or assimilation.

Contrast Silver’s unruly mop to Flint’s managed goatee, which he keeps neat and clean. The two of them, to an early 18th century observer, would make a terrifying pair, appearing as a mad Jacobean and a feral beggar, both ready to kill and not to be trusted under any circumstance. Quite literally the stuff of cultural nightmares and a sign of society unraveling.

Madi’s presence helps a bit, as does his standing as Long John Silver in Nassau. His hair is more managed but the beard does not get any less wild. And he mostly stays this way through the rest of the show.

(a side note: the slick hair from the doldrums on is actually a factor of the production. Many outdoor scenes were filmed in the wind and to avoid Silver’s hair flying everywhere, it was slicked back, from Fathoms Deep)

By the time his in the forest, dealing himself his own emotional death knell, he is as uncontained as we see him. The beard and the hair are one, there is no pretense of return or control. He has become undone, he is scrambling to grasp at the last tendrils of his humanity.

Which makes his final scene all the more fascinating. Because the last we see of John Silver makes him look downright professional. He’s still rocking the beard, but it’s trimmed, his hair is in a neat tail, he is no longer wearing heavy layers, or even sagging his back all that much. He looks, for lack of a better word, civilized. Certainly far more civilized than we have any right to expect him to look after what we’ve seen.

He’s made his choice. He has chosen the safety of society over the wild uncertainty of war and resistance. He’s back, in essence, where he started. Able to walk into any port in the known world and be just another invalid, returning from war.

But the last year has done a number on him. He’ll never fully integrate. He hasn’t quite abandoned his pirate self (the beard remains), but he’s willing to work within the rules. He’ll never be fully in the system, but never fully out of it. He’ll always be on the shore, never on the sea or on land. He’ll always be a character archetype, never a full person. His existence is now essentially liminal, just as he wears a beard and a ponytail, a combination that is exceptionally odd for the period, but just perfect for our last view of the famed pirate king.

Part 1 - History of Beards

Part 2 - Captain Flint

#black sails #black sails meta #black sails history #long john silver #john silver #fashion history #ya'll had enough beard meta yet?#i think silver's facial hair journey is a trip #i lost my shit when i saw the last scene of him with a nice neat queue the first time #it's the clearest 'im trying to fit it' thing we see him do #and such a contrast to flint who's last scene is such a fuck you to civilization and rules of propriety #they become each other's mirror #this show is going to destroy me i stg #black sails beards

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