#pirates in space

[kaliyakarnage]

So, uh...anybody here, who wants to see that flashback from Silver's past, we would have gotten, if the Treasure Planet sequel had been realized? No? Just me? Okay.

I wanted to do that character concept of young adult John Silver since I knew about the cancelled sequel. But I always felt like I would not be able to do him justice, because he is not an easy-to-draw guy.

Then, a few days ago, I just grabbed a few ref pictures and started with sketching the images on the second picture. It took me quite a while to get a hang of his features, but in the end I really do like my design and I had so much fun drawing his different expressions <3

I imagined him to be in his early twenties, when he still had both of his eyes and all of his limbs. And before his girlfriend left him, which ultimately lead him to become the pirate we all know.

Damn, I love this dude so much...and I still want this frickin' sequel!! But even more I want to see a whole movie about his past. That would be so intriguing and awesome! OO

[captains-scribe]

Second

Photo by Adelbaran S via Unsplash

Rated: T - WC: 797 - CW: swearing (hello, Izzy)

Izzy knows his place. Second in command under the finest captain across the stars. But maybe being second doesn't go as far as it used to.

“Bollocks!” Commander Izzy Hands kicked the door as it slid—too fuckin' slowly—open, admitting him to his quarters. He’d ripped off his communicator and gotten half-way out of his seafoam green tunic before the door had closed behind him. “Of all the scally-waggin', pansy-bottomed, cock-eyed excuses for a captain! He’d better pray ̛I don’t see him—”

“Iz?” Blackbeard’s muffled voice spilled from his communicator, half-buried under his tunic, echoing the quiet call from the next room.

“Dammit,” he swore, kicking off his boots and stomping into his tiny but blessedly private bunk.

Captain Edward Blackbeard sat staring out the porthole, eyes fixed on the starfield before him. His own command tunic was rumpled, hanging half-open, and his feet were propped up on the edge of Izzy’s desk. At least this time he’d had the grace to toss his boots under the chair. “Something wrong, Iz?” 

Blackbeard—no, the Captain turned to face him, eyes narrowed at his bare chest. 

“Put a shirt on, would you?” he muttered, then returned to stare out at the Whydah Nebula.

“Aye,” Izzy rolled his eyes and pulled a fresh undershirt from the drawer and pulled it over his head. “Is that better, Captain?”

“Yes,” he said without looking. “Is something wrong?”

“Wrong?” Izzy kicked Blackbeard’s boots out of the way and sat on his bed. “Whatever could be wrong?” That drew another look from the Captain. Good. “I’ve just been on the radio with your girlfriend on that blasted cruiser for the past hour and a half and haven’t gotten him any closer to permitting a boarding party.” If the air quotes weren’t obvious to Blackbeard, his gagging motion should’ve been.

“I have full faith in you,” he said, clapping Izzy’s shoulder as he stood. “Call ‘im again.”

“Call him?” Izzy stood with him, chin jutted up to meet his eyes. “Why would we bloody call him when we can blast him and his posh little ship right out of the fuckin’ sky?”

The Captain stared back, eyes dark. “You told me how fine a ship he has, aye?”

“Aye, Cap’n, I did.” Izzy was buzzing, energy twisting and coiling under his skin as his eyes begged the Captain to… just fuckin’ do something. Anything

“I want that ship. If we blow it up, there’ll be nothing left to scavenge.”

The Captain’s voice left little room for argument, but when did that ever stop his first mate? “So we disable the plasma chargers and move in close. Yer little Gentleman "Pirate'’ll drop his trousers and invite us for some mamby pamby tea. We aim ‘em right at their scrubbers and—”

“No.” He shook his head, resolute, a bright flash of Blackbeard in his eyes. “I want to talk to him and I can’t do that if he’s gasping for air.” 

Izzy swallowed back a retort about that never stopping him before and watched the Captain saunter over to the porthole. Face pressed to the transparisteel, he stared outside like some green-gilled conscript. “Come here,” he ordered. Soft, though. Sad.

Fuck.

“Aye, Cap’n?” They stood side by side but he could’ve steered the damn ship through the space between them.

“What do you see?” he asked, eyes still trained on the Whydah Nebula.

“Stars. Space,” he asked more than said. The Captain turned to watch his expression and Izzy shrugged. “Delivery Station’s out there, five light years out.”

He frowned and turned away from Izzy, attention back on the stars. Disappointment lay thick in the air. Izzy scoffed, plasma burning in his chest. “What the fuck do you want me to see?”

“What does it look like to you?” Blackbeard’s eyes flashed again. Fuckin' finally.

“What does it look like to you?” Izzy shot back, not bothering to hide his smile.

His answer came quick. Too fucking quick. “Planetfall. A field of flowers. There—” He pointed at a splash of green and yellow where the nebula was coalescing. “All bright and new. The stars are raining down, feeding the soil. The flowers are just soaking it up, roots growing deep in the dirt.”

“Planetfall’s just another word for crashing. ‘Ships don’t grow roots,’” Izzy muttered. “I thought you liked it that way.”

The Captain grew quiet again and Izzy saved his oxygen. For now. He pulled his boots back on and buttoned his crumpled tunic up over his shirt. He was about to step out to the corridor to try again to raise Stede fucking Bonnet when the Captain’s voice, no… Ed’s voice struck him.

“Maybe I did.”

Izzy inhaled and whipped his head around, mouth open and ready to stomp back in and argue. But Ed still just stared out the window and Izzy stopped.

He turned and left his quarters, muttering just before the door slid shut. “Aye, Cap’n.”

[themetalhiro]

Its getting super cold so I’m thinking about how this guy is a super powered heater.

[bananonbinary]

jfc i just saw a "morally grey girlboss" poll and mabel pines was one of the contenders. she's not morally grey she's not a girlboss she's 12 and never makes a single moral decision that's worse than "you have stuff going on but i'm focused on my own problems" what are you fucking talking about

[garbagewonderland207]

Someday I’ll be able to draw my space pirates but for now my stylus is being homophobic 😔😔😔

[bbyteach]

Uhhh sooooo NYC 80’s punk scene AU where ed used to play in bands when younger but not anymore & runs a popular venue and is totally burned out on the scene. Until a blonde weirdo wearing pastels started coming to shows there and he had to understand what is going on with this guy?? And the guy wants to learn more about this world and Ed confused but ends up having more fun than he has in ages??

[lillianlilie]

+ obligatory reblog for sample size request

[elliottkay]

Every show and film and book I grew up with presented the military as a place where you’d find yourself. The military could be good, could be bad, and all that “glory” stuff was clearly nonsense… but shared trials made you stronger and forged ride-or-die buddies for life. And hey, it’d pay for college.

Then I joined. It didn’t work out. Every day ranged from tedious to toxic, even when we did genuine good. I made one short-term friend in four years.

I still loved those stories, but none of them were ever about the guy who joins up and doesn’t find himself and never belongs—so I wrote it.

Poor Man’s Fight is a rockin’ space opera built on shattered dreams, student debt, and space pirates. Lots of space pirates. It’s funny, it’s sober, and you’ll want to hug Tanner Malone even when he’s covered in blood. The real enemies are always capitalism and toxic masculinity.

And then comes the war with the corporations that built this whole dystopia, because the enemy is still capitalism, even for the aliens.

On a brighter note, Tanner does make it out of the military and into college, becoming the Deadliest Unpaid Intern in the Galaxy… and the Resident Advisor for a freshman dorm full of chaos goblins.

(Cover art by Lee Moyer, Julie Dillon, Dan Watson, and Brittany Torres, for which I’m forever grateful.)

If you’ve made it this far, hopefully you’re looking for where to pick this up. They’re all available on ebook and Kindle Unlimited, and everything from Poor Man’s Fight to Last Man Out is also in paperback and audio.

And bonus: they’re cheap!

[chaoticmannamedoliver]

So, uhh tim hot in dress? We all agree? We all agree. Best husband wife fr fr

I mean...btw....id GLADLY take commissions to draw the mechs in pretty dresses n outfits- just saying

(Also thank fuck tim doesn't have Tumblr- else i wouldn't even post this- if he'd see this id FUCKING DIE-)

[definitely-a-real-man]

Back on my dpxdc grind. My brain almost exploded trying to fit all my head canons in to this drawing but I hope they made it through. I saw a post about John Constantine parenting the phantoms so I had to add him in there too.

Danny: Ice core

Dan: Fire core (changed after the fusion)

Ellie/Dani: Water core

And Cujo is a Cane Curso coz I said so,,,

[cakbanedraws]

HONK!!

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[kaliyakarnage]

Apparently I couldn't help myself and did a second collection of young Silver character studies....<___<

But I've got them all out of my head for now and I'm gonna do his girlfriend next (who - funfact - already exists. I designed her a few years ago, but never uploaded the sketches).

I'm also planning on doing some practice drawings with Jim and Kate, if time is on my side.

But for now, Merry Christmas to you all! =3

[rustic-space-fiddle]

THREE CHEERS FOR TREASURE PLANET’S 20TH ANNIVERSARY!✨

[alice-makes-things]

hey y’know how public libraries often do a free toddler and baby nursery rhyme club, and a number of my good friends and relatives were in a band called The Mechanisms?

well, one of the babies’ favourite songs is “what shall we do with a lazy baby”.

Well.

guess who accidentally sang WAY HAY THE WORMHOLE BECKONS to a room full of very confused babies and parents.

[demifiendrsa]

Legendary manga and anime creator Leiji Matsumoto has passed away on February 13, 2023 at age 85 due to heart failure. 

Some of his notable works include Space Battleship Yamato, Space Pirate Captain Harlock, Galaxy Express 999, and Queen Emeraldas. He also collaborated with Daft Punk to supervise several animated music videos for their Discovery album, and the videos were strung together into the Interstella 5555: The 5tory of the 5ecret 5tar 5ystem film.

[scottvansketches]