#remember: polyamory is always the answer to any ship war

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Snuuy looking at Kle, Auby, and Bagel be like.

#omori #omori spoilers #omori sunny #remember: polyamory is always the answer to any ship war

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Black Sails fic recs

Working titles: 12 fics for christmas? 12 days of ficmas? 12 fics none of which actually have anything to do with christmas?

OKAY, so I love nothing more than a fic rec post, and I’ve seen a few Black Sails rec posts floating around but they mostly seem to be a couple of years old and they all recommend a similar bunch of fics (and deservedly so! they are all amazing!). But I thought I would make one to highlight some newer or less shouted-about fics, because I may have only been here for a couple of months but jfc there is so much talent in this fandom and more of it deserves to be hyped. 

So, here are 12 of my favourite fics for the 12 days of christmas! (i.e. an excuse to put an arbitrary number cap on the list or we’d be here all day)

The majority of these are Silver/Flint and the ones that aren’t still all feature Silver prominently because that boy owns my soul, sorry for who I am as a person.

we should rip it straight out by minormendings

45K (Silver/Madi, Silver/Flint, Flint/Thomas)

Madi has always wondered if Silver understands what is between him and Flint as well as she. To her, it has always been obvious, from the way the two of them had fit together, had worried about each other, had acted as one. She had tried to bring it up with Silver back when they were together. But Silver had shaken her off, too enmired in the idea that he or Flint would prove each other’s downfall. Or perhaps just unwilling to open his eyes to the fact that he had loved Flint.

It was, unfortunately for the both of them, even more obvious after the thing between them had broken. Just as Silver had thrown away the war out of love for her, Flint had let Silver take away the war rather than kill him.

God. What a group the three of them were, showing love by betrayal.

Post-canon. Madi and Flint find their way back to Silver.

This fic diverges from canon right at the end of the 4x10; Silver has Flint held in a cell in Port Royal and Thomas delivered to him rather than taking him straight to the plantation. It is a BEAUTIFUL character study of how Flint and Madi could both come to forgive Silver, and has a great FlintMadi dynamic too. It also centres Madi’s struggle between wanting to provide for her people and wanting to experience the freedom of piracy, and fleshes out Julius’ character in a way the show never did. 

we can lose and call it living by I_wouldnt_be_one_of_them

31K (Silver/Flint/Thomas, Silver/Flint, Flint/Thomas)

It's been twelve years since everything fell apart, and John Silver is settled in New England. He has a nice house and a job he likes, and he's gotten used to the loneliness. It's a good life, he thinks, but of course that's cast into doubt when James Flint and Thomas Hamilton show up to find closure and, apparently, to see whether he's happy.

This is an inverse of the ‘silver arrives on flint and thomas’ doorstep’ trope and has Flint and Thomas instead being the ones to interrupt Silver, who is living a sad and lonely existence post-series. I love the ThomasSilver dynamic here. And this Silver feels so true to canon he makes me want to WEEP.

Tell me we're dead and I'll love you even more by Craftnarok

21K (Silver/Flint)

In the year 1725, or thereabouts, John Silver finds himself driven by a storm into an inconsequential little port town, barely a speck on any civilised map. Returned to the life of a drifter, tired and rough around the edges, he is resigned to waiting for the weather to pass before he can sail on again to the next town, and the next, and the next. That is until he overhears a conversation in the inn about a local fisherman, one Captain Barlow, and his tall tales of tempests and becalmings, devils and sharks, and Silver finds a new future opening up to him, haunted by the spectres of his past.

All of Craftnarok’s fics are amazing but I am particularly drawn to this one; it’s set 10 years post-series and is a delightfully angsty exploration of how Flint and Silver could find their way back to each other in a scenario in which Thomas wasn’t at the plantation. It doesn’t let Silver off easy and I love that.

armed with the past and the will by whimsicalimages

3K (Silver/Madi, Madi & Julius)

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.

Post-series, Julius teaches Madi how to fight. This fic is BEAUTIFUL - give me anything that centres Madi post-canon - and it explores Madi’s relationship with both Julius and Silver so well in so few words. 

Always In Season by mycapeisplaid

60K (Silver/Flint, past Flint/Thomas, past Silver/Madi)

Towering sand dunes, crystal-clear water, miles of forest, vineyards, orchards, and very spotty cellular service -- John Silver finds himself in a part of the state he's never been before and decides to take on seasonal work. Meanwhile, back from his yearly wintering in Florida, James Flint thinks that perhaps he'll take on a new business venture, even though it means he might have to interact with people other than his two close friends. Their summer employment fosters a friendship that could become something more. Like construction season in Michigan, the two must navigate through their own obstacles in order to seek an alternative route toward happiness.

This is an AU and so much fun!! Silver finds himself in Michigan and takes on some seasonal work at Guthrie Dunes. The whole cast features and the setting just WORKS SO WELL. And this Flint feels brilliantly in character despite the difference in setting.

to make a life by gone_girl

53K (Max/Anne, Max & Silver)

“What am I going to do with your name?” Max asks, a little incredulous.

“Whatever you want,” the salesman says. “Didn’t you want something real?”

Max heard a story once about the importance of answering questions like that carefully. If something emerges from the forest and asks for your name, don’t give it up, the story went. Offer only what you know you can live without. She’s never heard a story that tells her what to do when something emerges from the forest and offers its name to you.

I literally only finished this this morning but holy shit this fic is amazing, it’s a Max-centric AU set in Missouri the early 00s and it’s all about found family and building community and platonic love and it has a brilliant SilverMadi dynamic. And there just aren’t enough fics out there that focus on Max & Silver!! 

the straight walk home by vowelinthug

73K (Silver/Flint)

Let me tell you a story, about a vaquero named Vasquez…

Obviously vowelinthug’s fics are recc’d all the time and rightly so as they are AMAZING, but one that I don’t see featured as often as the more prominent ones is this incredible Western!AU. It’s 73K guys!! It adapts the canon narrative into the Western setting SO well!! It has background Vane/Billy which I was not at all sure about going in but just WORKS!! Go read it.

The Truth about Eros by Aisalynn

21K (Silver/Flint, Silver/Madi, Flint/Thomas)

Silver understood one thing very well.

Being Fated did not mean you were safe.

It did not mean you were loved.

This one is hot off the press! I am not normally a fan of soulmate AUs but this is such an interesting take on the trope, and the world building fits around the polyamory theme of the show really effectively! And it is SO well written.

With Nothing on My Tongue by RosieTwiggs

13K (Silver/Flint, Silver/Madi)

"Silver thinks: Maybe God likes it when I fight with him.

He wonders now, whether he’s been playing into God’s plan all along. Because no matter how angry he gets, how defensive, how many “fuck you”s he flings to the heaven, isn’t it all just proof that he still believes God is there, despite it all?

Silver doesn’t know how to counter that.

Maybe he doesn’t want to anymore."

An incredibly well written (and angsty! read the tags!) Jewish!Silver character study. This one has really stayed with me.

Maybe in Another Life by samedifference61

31K (Silver/Flint/Madi, Flint/Madi, Silver/Flint, Silver/Madi)

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.

Canon-divergent from 4x09, this is a brilliant MadiFlint centric fic exploring their relationship post Silver’s betrayal, and how he could find his way back to them both whilst acknowledging the weight of his actions.

in a vault of starlight by whimsicalimages

7K (Silver/Madi/Flint/Thomas)

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.

There aren’t enough Madi centric fics out there! This one is a lovely extension of canon with a great MadiSilver dynamic in particular.

the aftershocks remain by pdameron

31K (Silver & Miranda, Silver/Flint)

For as long as he can remember, John Silver has been able to see ghosts. He has no trouble keeping this secret from Flint - until Charlestown. Until Miranda.

Again all of pdameron’s fics are brilliant but I loooove this SilverMiranda centric one, plus who doesn’t love a ghost!au.

#Black Sails #black sails fanfic #black sails fic recs #silverflint #silvermadi #john silver #james flint #12 days of ficmas #obviously this only scratches the surface of the many amazing fics in this fandom #i might do another one of these after christmas i just love making lists #enjoy!

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The Sun of the North - Chapter One

Oberyn Martell x OFC (x Ellaria Sand)

Warnings: 18+, descriptions of blood and gore, descriptions of death, eventual romance, eventual smut, eventual polyamory, I know barerly anything about GoT deserves it's own warning, Oberyn being OOC, story diverts from the show and book.

Timeline: This is set just after the death of Elia Martell. So Doran and Oberyn should be around 31 and 21 I think? I tried to make the ages make sense to but it is a bit confusing at times so I am keeping them at those ages. Amore is 19 years old when she travels to Sunspear, and Mara is 11.

Disclaimer: I do not own Game of Thrones nor Of Ice And Fire. The rights belong to HBO and George R.R. Martin. I only own my characters, Amore Snow and Mara Snow.

I have just seen 3 seasons of GoT when I was like 16 so I can't remember a lot from it. I do try to be as accurate as possible by using Wikis and other fanfiction but please bear with me if I mess up events.

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Westeros was a peculiar place. From the cold, icy planes of the North to the sweltering heat of the South. Danger lurked everywhere and it was easy to be used as a pawn in the Game of Life. The game that had claimed a lot of people in wars and negligence of Lords.

My parents had been claimed a long time ago. The war had reached our little village and anyone not willing to send out their sons were found guilty of conspiracy against the Lord of the land. And thus my parents had been killed because they only had borne daughters. My eldest sister died along them as she tried to protect us from the vile men. I was only eight years of age when I was given the care of my younger sister, just a babe, and told to run away with our trusty horse, Steps.

And now? We have learned to live on the streets. Going from town to town, begging for food. Mara helped, being so young and innocent she reeled in a lot of coin in our earlier days which helped me buy her warm clothes and milk, and me some broth.

And so we had wandered Westeros for years and years, never being able to be settle down but always longing for home. That is when I met them, on my one and sixth year of age. The Starks were kind people and cared for us like we were their own. I would never be able repay Rickard and Lyarra Stark for what they have done for me or Mara but they always told me not to worry.

And thus we grew up with Brandon, Eddard, Lyanna and Benjen. Brandon was the eldest, then me, Eddard, Lyanna, Benjen and Mara. We were happy even though I saw the worry lines on Rickard’s face grow every day as the Mad King reigned. But he found joy in all of us. He taught me how to fight a few moons after my one and fifth birthday and soon Eddard and Brandon helped me as well. I turned out to be a great fight with daggers, swift but deadly, and enjoyed pinning down the taller and stronger guys as much as I enjoyed a good honey nut treat.

But this happiness didn’t last for years. And soon the upcoming war would take my father and brother. And me? Well..

I was standing on the deck of the tiny ship. My skirts and hair flowed behind me as the harsh wind whipped around me. The Shivering Seas did well to it’s name. It was cold, but it was always cold in the North.

I was on my way to Dorne. To pay respects to the Martells. The news of the death of Elia and her children had reached us and I had begged Lyanna, my adoptive mother, to let me go to Dorne on behalf of the Starks. She argued that it wasn’t a good idea, that the people of Dorne and the Martells were hurting and visiting would be unwise after such a brutal end to their lives. I understood. After everything, she was hurting so much, she couldn’t bear to lose another child. I went anyway, in the dark of the night, on my own. I had left a letter for Mother, Benjen and Mara to read and disembarked on my way to Sunspear.

I had met Elia Martell a few times. She was a kind soul and the brutal death of her and her children had shocked me. The letter in which her death was announced described the horrid scene in which people found her. Little Aegon was most likely flung against the wall, his little head bashed against the stones and he likely died of impact. Rhaenys was stabbed many times, almost unrecognisable on the cold stone flooring. Elia was brutally raped many times, having been covered and smudged into her own children’s blood before her head was crushed, making her almost unrecognisable as well.

Nowhere in the letter it spoke of whoever could’ve done this abhorrent thing so as the news spread through Winterfell, whispers were heard of who it could be. I had my own ideas. It couldn’t be a normal soldier, they wouldn’t be able to crush someone’s skull like that. And with the Lannisters sieging the Keep, my guesses went out to the Mountain, Tyrel Lannister’s Right Hand.

A sigh left me as I mulled over the contents of that letter. I don’t know what I would’ve done if Mara was brutally murdered like that. And after Lyanna’s disappearance and death, and Father and Brandon being held hostage and being killed afterwards, I don’t think that my heart could survive anymore heartbreak. I rather be killed a thousand times in the most horrible ways then go through the heartbreak of losing someone close to me again.

And still I went to Dorne. I needed to find a bit of closure after everything that happened. I needed something else after being cooped up in Winterfell for so long. Living in fear there, it almost made me forget all the good memories I held there. I couldn’t walk through the halls where Lyanna’s, Rickard’s and Brandon’s ghosts walked. I couldn’t go there without Eddard, who was still in King’s Landing. I couldn’t face Mara and Benjen, who were still so young and happy. I couldn’t be in the same room as Mother, who was still mourning everything, trying to hold it together for the sake of the land.

The days on the sea seemed to flow together like the waves we moved on. It was all so blended together. Every night I sat with the Captain over maps as he explained where we were, how far away we were of Winterfell and Sunspear. It would take a while, but the men working the ship were good company and polite enough to me. Even though I was used to disgusting language and glances, they were kind enough to me nonetheless.

It took a week and a half. The weather went from icy cold to smothering hot and the dresses I had brought along were suffocating and I went about my day in just my chemise, linen skirt and a thin overdress. It was modest enough but kept me cooler than the woollen dresses in my trunk.

As Sunspear came in view, I grew nervous. I had send my personal raven to Prince Doran to alert of my arrival and had received a positive answer back but even so, this is the first time since Mara and I have been taken in by the Starks that I have travelled. And the first time ever that I travelled alone. And I wished that my stay would be welcome and without burden.

We docked and I smiled at the crew and thanked the Captain as I set my feet on solid land. I was a little unstable but managed to keep my composure as the welcoming party approached. Two bannermen with the banners of House Martell, a handful of guards and at front the second Prince of Dorne, Oberyn.

He looked tired and a bit stern. His lips pulled down in a frown, unlike the smiles he constantly wore the day I met him. I curtsied when he stopped in front of me, a soft “Prince Oberyn” left my lips as I met his eyes again, coming out of the curtsy.

“Milady Amore, welcome to Sunspear.” A guard said. I inclined my head to the guard in acknowledgement and met Oberyn’s eyes again. “My family sends it’s condolences to you and your brother, Prince Doran, after the passing of your sister and her children, Prince Oberyn. We are saddened by the news and House Stark wishes to be of help during this harsh time.” It didn’t seem like my forced words were of any comfort to the Prince. He looked even angrier with every word spoken. I hoped that my eyes could send him my true message. “I am sorry that I am the only one of my family willing to come and I hope my presence isn’t another slap in the face. I want to help..”

“Thank you for your words, Lady Amore.” Prince Oberyn said. His voice was low and grave. He mentioned me to walk with him so I slipped my arm in his open one and we made our way through Sunspear to the Old Palace.

The walk was quiet apart from the bustling and talking of people in the city as we made our way through. Oberyn was obviously hurting and it made me curse my words with every step I took. I squeezed his arm briefly to comfort him. Out of the corner of my eye I saw him glance at me but I ignored it, just focusing on getting to the Palace.

Oh I hope that this was a good idea…

Chapter Two

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#oberyn martell #oberyn martell x ofc #oberyn martell x ofc x ellaria #oberyn martell x reader #game of thrones #of ice and fire #The Sun of the North Fanfic

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Is it greedy to ask you to answer all of the numbers in the (not the polyamory one) ship head canon q&a? 🥺☺️

Not greedy at all!

1. Which one is the better cook

Angel may not eat human food often, but he's surprisingly adept at making it, he likes to try new recipes and if he's only cooking for the two of them, he will try to incorporate blood into the dish. Spike has been banned from using anything other than microwave after nearly burning down the penthouse when he got distracted by a Passions marathon while baking cookies.

2. What their love letters look like

Both still write in the ornate styles they grew up using. Angel's love letters tend to focus on Spike's qualities, both in appearance and personality, while Spike's letters are usually poems and focus on how Angel makes him feel...and sometimes end up detailing the naughty things he wants to do or have done to him the next time they meet up.

3. Which one outlives the other, and how they cope

It's Spike that eventually dies one night, in a fight gone wrong. Angel wars with himself for a long time about finding a way to bring him back, knowing Spike wouldn't want him to, that he'd want Angel to let him finally face his atonement in hell. So, Angel doubles down on the demon-killing for months, taking his rage out on any evil creature that crosses his path, regardless of whether there's a soul to save in the process or not. This continues until he has a close call one night, and knowing Spike would hate it if he died in such a reckless manner, he tones it back down. He gets back to helping the helpless, and after a few years and a few more averted apocalypses, the PTB give him his Shanshu with an added bonus...Spike is returned to him, also human, and they make the most of their time this time around, living to a ripe old age and dying within hours of each other, surrounded by friends and family.

4.What they do on date night

Date night typically consists of a rousing demon fight that gets their blood pumping (well, sorta) and leads to them hightailing it back to wherever they call home to work off that excess adrenaline the best way they know how...😏

5. How many kids they’ll have

Seeing as how both have promised to never Sire another Childe or adopt any abandoned ones unless absolutely necessary...twelve.

6. How they decorated their bedroom

It took a lot of sexual prowess on Spike's part, but Angel eventually caved and let him 'de-poof' the bedroom....by which he meant hanging up posters of his favorite punk groups and bringing in a 72 inch flat-screen tv for his shows. And more than a couple scented candles that he swears were already there.

7 Which one is the worse driver

Spike. Speed limits and red lights mean nothing to him when he's racing to save some 'hopeless sap'.

8. What they argue about

Anything. Everything. From cavemen and astronauts to who ate the last blood brownie and all points in between. But mostly, they just argue so they have a reason to make up.

9. Which one swears more

Spike obviously 😆

10. What TV shows they watch together, and which ones they hide from the other

Angel will never live it down if Spike finds out he watches Sex and the City. Spike hides the fact that he watches Dexter almost as religiously as he watches Passions. They both try to find time to sit and watch True Blood together, the resulting bedroom escapades are always memorable, and sometimes Angel will join Spike on the couch when Passions is on.

11. What their first impression was of each other

Angelus: I want to fuck him like an animal, I want to know every sound he makes in the throes of passion, I want to make him mine.

William: My God, he's beautiful (followed by ingrained Victorian shame at such thoughts, promptly followed by remembering he no longer lived by society's rules and a sudden need to find out if Angelus' lips were as soft as Drusilla's).

12. What they do for their anniversary

Angel usually surprises Spike with a dinner reservation somewhere ultra fancy and expensive, for once not caring one whit about the looks they draw with their blatant PDA. Spike usually let's Angel do something super kinky that he typically would decline on. There's always lots of leather and silk involved one way or the other.

13. Which makes a bigger deal of birthdays

Spike. He makes a point of celebrating both their human birthdays and the days they were turned. Angel will never figure out how he managed to track down Liam's birth records.

14. What nicknames they call each other

Spike to Angel: Captain Forehead, Mister Broody-Brow, king brood, poof, Peaches, 'Gelus, Liam, Sire, Da, luv

Angel to Spike: Captain Peroxide, bleached maniac, halfwit, Bane of My Existence, William, Will, Childe, Little One, love

15. What they would change about each other

They would both change each other's hair. Spike would prefer Angel used less gel so he could run his fingers through it, Angel wishes it was longer and back to it's tawny shade that looked honeyed in the firelight. Angel would get rid of Spike’s insecurities, if he could, and Spike would do anything to permanently rid Angel of any reason to ever brood again.

#spangel #asks

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For the star wars ask: 6 (Yes, I know you have ships, but which ones are you particularly fond of), 28, 29, and 30. Love your content, keep up the good work!😊

D’awwwww, THANK YOU! 

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6. Do you have any ships?

Ships! You want some ships? Have I got some ships for you! Rare ships! Fresh ships! Timeless classics! 

Actually looking this up sent me down a rabbit hole of "How many ships have I actually written? Fifty-three. (Fifty-four, if you count the Cassian Andor/Elim Garak crossover I wrote.) 

ANYWAY, I'm not going to ramble about fifty-three different ships, don't worry! Let's keep it to...three? That seems reasonable:

Bodhi Rook/Luke Skywalker - the best ship that never met. I like them for a lot of reasons, there's a lot of compare and contrast between them. Death Star Plans and Death Star Shot. Ordinary human raised in mystical city and mystical human raised in ordinary farm. And, of course, pilots! 

Davits Draven/Antoc Merric - Look, I wouldn't fault you if you didn't remember the blink-and-miss-it interactions between the two of them in Rogue One, but I find their story space incredibly compelling. Personality wise: Rebellion's stoic, pragmatic spymaster running into the emotive, idealistic hotshot. But at the same time they are two middle-age men who have watch the world go to ruin and done their best to stop it, even if they have very different methods. They've both been with the Rebellion a long time, spent a lot of that time clashing, but at the same time, are each other's counterweights. The dynamics! I like them! 

Obi-Wan/Owen/Beru - We mostly know Owen and Beru from the fingerprints they left on Luke, and from what I'm seeing, they were very good people. Luke really seems like a kid that was loved well and felt safe enough with his parents (regardless of title, they were his parents) to be a little bit bratty. And Obi-Wan is someone who desperately needs good people. He's dealt with so much drama! I just really like the idea that he gets some happiness and sincere connection with other people. And I'm always a sucker for good polyamory negotiations.

28. If you could stop one character from doing one thing, who would it be and why?

I gave my prequel trilogy answer last time, lets try a sequel trilogy answer this time. I'd like to stop Luke from going to the Sadness Island, or at least from STAYING on the sadness island. I'm interested in a world where he's lost everything and NEARLY given into despair, but then gets a chance to rebuild and see how he can help put the world to right again. 

29. Which character doesn't get enough credit or screentime?

I think at this point I'm morally obligated to talk about Bodhi Rook. I feel like he's easy to dismiss as a twitchy, anxious plot point in Rogue One, but he is so, so important to me. Here's a guy with minimal real power, who is complicit in atrocities, yes, but also just trying to keep his head down and survive. He's not born to heroism, or nobility. It would be easy for him to say, “yeah, it sucks, but I have no choice, I’m not a bad guy.”

Instead, he sees a chance to make the world better and he takes it, at great personal cost. And he sees it through, fighting until the end. 

Not to get too heavy into real life, but he's the character I needed in late 2016, and he's still the one I need now. 

30. Do you have any headcanons?

Am I a human, or am I just a collection of headcanons given mortal form? We may never know. 

One of the more...non-plotty ones? I have is that we are, essentially, receiving a censored version of the GFFA. In order to get that PG/PG-13 rating, some parts of the story just don't get to us. 

What I'm trying to get at, here, is that R2-D2 says fuck. 

#star wars asks #ask games #still loving Bodhi Rook 2k20 #Anonymous