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maliwart · 2 years

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My piece for the @novaandmali charity zine “As a Crew”! I’m so pleased I got to draw these two. They’re so cute 🥺

Here’s the link to the store! You’ll be able to get a copy until August 31st at noon EST

https://www.novaandmali.com/product-page/as-a-crew-digital-artbook

[Image ID: A digital drawing of Fang and Ivan from Our Flag Means Death. They are standing on a beach with Ivan behind Fang. They are spooning and Ivan’s head is resting on Fang’s shoulder. Ivan’s arms are wrapped around Fang, they are smiling lovingly at each other. Fang’s arms are crossed in front of him, one of his hands is holding Ivan’s wrist. He is wearing a wedding ring. In the background the sun is setting over the waves, lending a warm atmosphere to the image. END ID]

#our flag means death #Ivan and fang #our flag means death fanart #maliwart

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dragonmuse · 1 year

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YAY Ivan and Fang! What are their reactions to Lucius dating Izzy and how long does it take Izzy to be willing (and therapized enough) to sort apologize to them? He did it for Eddy, I feel like he'd end up doing it for Ivan and Fang as well.

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It took a few weeks before Fang was thoroughly convinced that Lucius could handle whatever was happening with Izzy. The man seemed none the worse for wear, was if anything beautifully obnoxiously pleased with himself.

“Do you mind, sweetheart?” Lucius asked, belatedly, nearly a month on. “I didn’t think about that, I’m sorry.”

“No need,” Fang assured him. They were going through closing rituals, the Swede sweeping behind them as they put up chairs. “Your choice. Wouldn’t be mine.”

“Man is a nightmare,” Ivan agreed.

“Yeah, I can imagine working for him wasn’t fun,” Lucius glanced between them. “I’ll make sure he gives you both a wide berth.”

That was fine by Fang. It wasn’t that he hated Izzy particularly. The man had been rough, crude and unnecessarily harsh, but no one in their line of work had been particularly cuddly or warm. Certainly Eddy had been just as capable of casual cruelty though she had generally been more fun on the day to day. Easy to hang out with, if not to get to know. Fang had learned more about her in the last few months than all the years working directly under her that was for sure.

No, Izzy had kept them alive, made sure they all get paid not one dime less than what they were owed, and kept the place ticking over. But he wasn’t going to be your friend while he did it. He didn’t want to know what shows you’d been watching or how your mother was doing. But he wouldn’t use any other name than the one you said you wanted to go by, no matter what he had to print on checks, and he’d gone out drinking with them every weekend, arbitrated inebriated squabbles and usually kept anyone from doing each other permanent harm.

“He was an asshole,” Ivan summed up when Pete asked him one night. “But he was our asshole.”

“Yeah,” Fang nodded. “He was an asshole on our side.”

“So you think he’s...he wouldn’t hurt Lucius?”

“Don’t think so,” Fang frowned. “He’d push us around sometimes, but that was just the way we did things. Don’t think he’d try that on a civilian. Never saw him do it anyway. ”

“Me either,” Ivan agreed. “Might hurt his feelings though.”

“Can’t do shit about that,” Pete muttered and they nodded along in sympathy.

It was easy to forget it was happening at all after a few weeks. The bar kept on, Lucius was his usual self, and no one mentioned it.

Fang was home with a cold the night that Izzy came back to the bar. Ivan had to tell him about it, but the man wasn’t much of a gossip, so it had to wait an agonizing week before Fang got actual details.

“Eddy just took him outside,” Frenchie told him. She flicked her brush at him, dusting gold over Fang’s nose. He always liked a little shine and Frenchie liked to anoint him when he stopped by to chat. “The rumor is that his ban’s been lifted.”

“How solid a rumor?”

“Paper is off the cash register.”

“Huh.”

“Right? Is this guy the devil or something? Scarier than Eddy? I don’t get it.”

“Not scarier,” Fang didn’t even have to think that one through. “Maybe the same amount in different ways.”

Izzy was fast, but more final. Easy to predict too. Eddy could come at you sideways and you never knew when it would end.

“Don’t love the sound of that.”

Fang had no comfort to offer. He wasn’t sure the Revenge folk knew the kind of things he and Ivan had done just as easily as Eddy or Izzy. They seemed to know that they’d worked with Eddy once, but not followed that thought to its natural conclusion. Neither Fang nor Ivan sought to enlighten them on that point.

It was nice, really. No one was scared of them here except the occasional rough bar patron. They weren’t in a rush to change that. Maybe Izzy wanted that too. Seemed unlikely, but hey, who was Fang to say?

So when Izzy came to the front door on a Friday night a few weeks later, looking ready to run off in the other direction, Fang just took a step back from the door and let him in. They said nothing to each other, strangers in this new strange place. Izzy went straight for the bar, picking the seat that Fang could’ve predicted he would: the barstool in the furthest corner, back to the wall with a few of the room and shadows to hide in.

Ivan watched him from across the room then caught Fang’s eyes. They spoke into the silence, fingers and eyes and eyebrows. They settled on ‘Fine. Monitor.’

Izzy sat, Lucius buzzed over to him, fussed a little, gave him a drink that didn’t look like anything Izzy would ever order, then left him there.

And Izzy just stayed. He talked to no one, but he also bothered no one. He finished his drink. He watched the show. After, Lucius came down and flirted a little with him, brushed a kiss over his lips. Then Izzy stood up and left.

Fang wasn’t sure if he was more relieved or confused.

“Guess that’s done,” Ivan shrugged.

But it wasn’t done. Izzy came back every few weeks. Every time, he just sat down at the bar and had his drink, watched the show then left. It went from being an event that caused ripples of talk and gossip to another quiet regular. There were a few like that, people who came in alone and spoke little.

It was hard to say when the thaw came. It was probably Pete first, coming down still in makeup to ask Izzy something. Fang caught the moment already in progress, the two of them chatting amiably. Or maybe it was Eddy herself, grabbing a bottle of water and giving Izzy an acknowledging nod. That turned into a more regular ‘hello, how goes?’ sort of thing, the two of them cautiously talking.

That was weird to see too. Once upon a time, the two of them had been thick as thieves and twice as mean to each other as they were to anyone else. But they both seemed to thrive like that, biting and clawing, teasing too hard, but still making each other laugh sometimes and seemingly reading each other’s minds on occasion.

This stilted acknowledgement was almost painful to see. A well oiled machine, left to rust on the side of the road, abandoned, rotting and now trying to restart with a wheeze. But it was running. That was something.

Then on a very ordinary Friday night, Izzy didn’t leave as the bar closed down. He sat, quiet as anything, so still that Fang almost missed him. He was supposed to make sure everyone left for the night, but the idea of telling Izzy to leave felt insurmountable. They hadn’t exchanged a word in nearly a year now and it seemed bad to break that silence with a request to get the hell out.

“It’s okay,” Lucius swung through before Fang worked up the nerve. “He wants to talk to you and Ivan, actually.”

“....why?” he frowned.

“Because it’s overdue. I’ll take care of the chairs. You want a drink? Think Ivan will?”

They both got a beer and warily sat at the bar together. A short whispered conversation had produced no idea of what this might be about. They did agree that if he asked them to do anything like work that they would just leave. No need to argue. They could walk away now.

Izzy turned to face them. He looked just the same and yet entirely different. There was something different about his face these days, some permanent tightness that had unwound. His clothes were all softer looking. He blended in better. Could’ve been anyone in a crowd.

“You’ve both been....good. About not giving me shit being here.”

“Why would we?” Fang shrugged. “Free country.”

“You could’ve,” Izzy looked away. “Would’ve deserved that and more. Was a dick to the both of you.”

Ivan elbowed Fang a little. Wild disbelief.

“Uh, yeah. You were. A lot.”

Izzy nodded. He rubbed his thumb over his fingertips, slow circles. “So. Sorry. For that.”

Sorry. Could’ve knocked Fang over with a feather.

“You are?”

“Yeah, isn’t that fucking hysterical?” Izzy shook his head, not sounding at all amused. “You were good at your jobs. Better than the rest of them. Glad you found somewhere that treats you better.”

“It does,” Ivan said quietly.

“The free drinks alone,” Fang said, lifting his beer. “And less near death. Lot less. Been good for the ole body and soul.”

Izzy nearly smiled at that, “Bit of a motherfucker, isn’t it?”

It was, actually. Years of living the ‘high life’, thinking that nothing was better than running into danger and coming out richer for it and it turned out that it was far nicer to just stand by a door and gently usher out minors and drunks. It was so much better to go home at the same time every night and not think when you left for work ‘hope I make it home again’.

“Fucking weird,” Ivan agreed.

“To fucking weird,” Fang decided, raising his glass.

Izzy lifted the glass that had the last dregs of some iridescent cocktail. The three of them clanged their glasses together and drank.

It was still awkward for a while, trying to figure out how to talk to each other, but Fang at least said hello when Izzy came in and Izzy always said it back after that. One night, Izzy asked on his way in,

“You still collect rocks?”

“Sometimes.”

And Izzy pulled out of his pocket a small stone, threaded in silver.

“Found it on a rooftop. No fucking idea what it was doing there.” He held it out and it took Fang a second to realize he should hold out his hand. Izzy didn’t snap at him for taking the time to figure it out, just dropped the rock in once he did. “Mica, maybe.”

“Yeah, maybe,” Fang held it up to study. “Thanks.”

“Whatever,” Izzy shrugged. “Just a rock.”

Fang held onto it as he watched Izzy take up his usual barstool, leaning in to receive a kiss from Lucius.

It was not just a rock. Fang added it to the collection when he got home, putting it in a place of pride.

#leda house and the kraken verse #ficlet #ivan and fang #izzy hands

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palaceoftheprophets · 7 months

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I thought it would be fun to do a swap of Season 1’s OFMD poster with Blackbeard’s new crew. (And Ivan, both for balance and because I miss him!)

And here’s a version without makeup because I spent all that time drawing eight different faces just to cover seven of them in black grease paint.

#art #ofmd #ofmd season 2 #our flag means death #ofmd s2 #blackbeard #edward teach #izzy hands #ofmd frenchie #ofmd archie #ofmd ivan #jim jimenez #stede bonnet #ofmd fang #ofmd fanart

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stitchologist · 6 months

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An encouraging love letter all the fanfic writers and artists-

Don't stop.

I don't care if Canon has gone off the rails or given us lore that directly contradicts your ideas. I want to read it. I want to see it. I want to know where you'd take these characters. I want to know what inspired you to create in the first place and I want to go on that journey with you. I want you to finish.

I want you to make it better. I want you to make it worse. Make it silly and heartbreaking and amazing. Make it everyday life and what ifs and 5&1s.

I'll be there with kudos and likes and ❤️❤️❤️ comments since this is the most articulate I've been in months.

Keep going. You loved an idea so much you've spent who knows how many hours writing and editing and drawing and posting.

I see you. Don't stop.

❤️❤️❤️

#ofmd #ofmd s2 #our flag means death #izzy hands #stede bonnet #edward teach #frenchie #wee john feeney #roach ofmd #nathaniel buttons #lucius spriggs #black pete #oluwande boodhari #jim jimenez #fang ofmd #ivan ofmd #archie ofmd #crew of the revenge

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amefuyuu · 17 days

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Also since it took me a while to get my notes sorted out here are the small changes/things I noted reading the scripts for the first ten episodes of ‘Our flag means death’:

-stede keeps calling lucius ‘marcus’

-roach was named ‘salty’

-frenchie speaks french

-izzy is described as cat-like

-the tribe leader breaks up izzy and Stede, makes them introduce themselves

-izzy, fang and ivan help get the ship unstuck

-blackbeard’s room is described as ‘looking like it were decorated by david lee roth where he a pirate in 1717’

-frenchie also gets named frankie???

-jim steals’s spanish jackie’s hand

-the crew put up a flag saying ‘we love ed’ and cheer for him after he returns to the revenge without Stede (wanted to add, it’s not immediately after he returns but after a little bit of Ed sulking)

-the ghosts of badminton 1 and 2 still haunt Stede

-buttons keeps calling izzy, fang, and ivan ghosts

-jim spits their bread on frenchie in the mermaid scene

-ivan says he has always felt hemmed in by expectations of gender

-Ivan had a lot more appearances/lines :(

-the crew hosts a support group (sans, ed, Stede, izzy, lucius, buttons) to talk about gender???

-most scripts are 37-38 pages long

-lucius replies to izzy “your world, handsie. Were just living in it” during the pantry scene

-the revenge has a ‘chore wheel’ which dictates who does chores around the ship

-lucius sketches ivan not fang, fang is cleaning the barnacles

-izzy is called ‘izzy the barfer’ not izzy the spewer

-izzy ‘notes the chemistry’ between Stede and ed

-the ‘fucking on deck’ overhearding scene isnt here

-izzy and ed do laundry together and talk about killing Stede

-fang shuts the door on izzy’s face

-ivan wants to ‘seduce sailors and kill the dutch’

-izzy is the one who suggests the fuckery end with the kraken to cause ed to breakdown (?)

-ed hides under a table not in a bathtub

-wee john has a twin ‘big john’

-izzy calls Stede a boob

-stede and ed’s feet touch instead of a kiss in ep 9

-stede leaves a note for ed instead of not showing up entirely for the escape, it says ‘Dearest Edward: I can't. I'm sorry. Yours always, Stede’

#our flag means death #izzy hands #stede bonnet #edward teach #lucius spriggs #black pete #jim jimenez #oluwande boodhari #frenchie #the swede #wee john feeney #fang #Ivan #ofmd #ofmd bts

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immabitqueer · 4 months

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I'm just kind of fucking tired about this happening to good, funny, smart, diverse, queer shows. Ofmd has a huge fan base, a lot of potential, and became mainstream popular off of what was essentially a cold release of the first season. This show did everything right and was still not safe. I wish I could say I'm fired up or angry, but I'm just tired and sad. This was the first show I'd ever seen have a canon trans character (especially a nb person), the first show I saw with a poly relationship, the first show that basked so proudly in its racial diversity, the first show I watched that allowed for so much love for its disabled characters. This show was full to bursting with love. And they took it away from us.

#renew as a crew #ofmd #our flag means death #izzy hands #stede bonnet #edward teach #oluwande boodhari #jim jimenez #zheng yi sao #archie ofmd #roach ofmd #buttons ofmd #frenchie ofmd #wee john feeney #lucius spriggs #black pete #fang ofmd #ivan ofmd #save ofmd

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dragonmuse · 2 years

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The fic bring me so much joy. What happened to Ivan and Fang they where in the first one but not much after that are they doing good would like to hear about them thanks ❤

Thank you so much!

Ivan and Fang are well. It's very briefly mentioned in Strap Your Hands, but Ivan decided after working as a bouncer at the Revenge for a few years, to go back to school to become a teacher. He'd like to teach middle school specifically, possibly history. He has a lady friend that he doesn't talk about much because he's a private guy, but he's brought her to the Revenge once or twice so everyone knows she exists. He and Fang are still roommates and are bffs.

Fang loves the Revenge and is very happy to remain a bouncer there. He likes flirting with Lucius, having drinks with some of the queens after work, and the generally laid back vibe where he is still occasionally encouraged to use force to impose order. He misses working with Ivan, but Read is a pretty good substitute. They like coming up with increasingly terrible puns to make each other laugh as they switch off at the door. He's currently single, but he dates a lot and has a really good time meeting new people.

#leda house and the kraken verse #ivan and fang #ask answered

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smudgeandfrank · 5 months

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Blood TW