⌑ o captain !

edward kenway as written by bee.

[shutupvital]

i.                    demons manifest themselves in people in different ways. ii.                             for instance, somebody can become very iii.                            angry for no reason. that’s not an emotion. iv.                                                 that’s a demon.

[kazulian]

Edward Kenway + tumblr text posts

[roguevvave-blog]

protip don’t drink and code like what the HELL am i doing

[roguevvave-blog]

"This broken spear is King Leonidas'. He... Was my grandpater. This was passed down to me. There's no money on earth that would be enough to depart me from something so... Special." she played with the spear a little, twirling it between her hands. "Not only that but... It helps me in combat."

     It probably meant something that she was open with what was clearly a treasure beyond gold to her; the pirate understood that it remained important even if broken. It was SENTIMENTAL, even, something he tended to avoid himself if he could help it. Watching Kassandra use it revealed it to be almost an extension of herself, betraying her experience with such a relic. 

     “Some treasures shouldn’t be gold. But you never told me you’re related to royalty.”

[roguevvave-blog]

can u teach me to be a pirat

     anything for my grand kiddo     you’ll be a great pirate yet

[roguevvave-blog]

grandpappy u is beautiful

     yes i am you’re welcome for the pretty genes by the way

[scratchestosurvive-blog]

—  We hold these truths to be self-evident,              out right to freedom, our land, and our way of life.                            We will die for what we believe in, we cannot be stopped.            We will never back down because                             a life without freedom is not a life worth living.                                                                     Give us liberty or give us death. —

Ratonhnhaké:ton / Connor Davenport / Connor Kenway Loved by Missy.

[roguevvave-blog]

( mercenary of thunder )

      Lips pressed against his, one tan arm wrapped around his neck, as the other        arm with three rippled scar marks on them wrapped around his frame- locking him        in gently in her arms. She took a moment to toss her bottle of ale away with his rum,         wanting nothing more than to feel his body against hers and his lips against hers.        She pulled her mouth away along with her arms, but her hands found his frame as         she pressed her lips against his neck.                       ❝You do the same… Captain.❞          She purred out the last part with a small devilish smirk upon scarred lips, as she           allowed her hands to explore his shirt- grasping it gently to give it a few tugs-           indicating she wanted it off. Of course, she’ll do the same for him- but her armor           is much more difficult to take off.                      ❝I’ll need your help in… Stripping, Captain. Think you could                    help me?❞

     There was some sort of sound that seemed familiar -- ah, a bottle -- though it was quickly forgotten. It wasn’t as important as their arms around each other, bodies entwined, closer than close. Perhaps it had been a bit longer for him than he wanted to admit, eyes wanting to close and soak in the sensation of the woman’s lips beginning to work at his neck. 

     But then she practically purred his title, and the man’s ego just LAVISHED in the attention, a similar wicked grin upon his own features, appreciating the other’s boldness -- and respect, in equal measures -- as she tugged upon his clothing. He felt similar sentiment, cerulean gaze watching Kassandra as close as they were to one another, hearing her deceptively simple request.

     “I could do that, aye.” 

     With that, hands began to work upon the buckles near her shoulders and sides, the next words he spoke punctuated by insistent kisses he pushed to her lips meanwhile. In this moment, his own thoughts and needs didn’t matter anywhere as much as helping liberate the other from her armor. “All in all, I s’pose a good captain helps his crew, hm?”

[roguevvave-blog]

Hugs him tightly! <3

     “You wouldn’t have to miss me if you didn’t run off like that!” Nevertheless, the hug was returned.

[kinardstits]

video game challenge: [3/5] heartbreaking scenes/moments ↳ ‘edward… everyone’s gone, aren’t they? mary. rackham. thatch. and all the rest. I miss them so, rough as they were.’ (assassin’s creed iv: black flag)

[culthcnt-archived-deactivated20]

Staring down the Teeth of the fire.                Born again the heart of a fighter.

[roguevvave-blog]

( stranger )

The King simply nodded in response to the other’s words. He had expected nothing less to be honest. For now, his main focus on the fun he was about to start having in this world! Taking out what seemed to be bad pirates! A grin appeared on his features and then he disappeared. When he reappeared, he was above one of the hostiles and wrapped his thighs around their neck and snapped it with his thighs before throwing a sword at another foe. Then it came back to him. He gave who remained a wicked grin as he rushed towards the closest one with his blade to cut them down. 

     Well, if this was a strange dream or not, the pirate found himself relieved that the stranger had decided to join his side for the time being. It would make taking over the galleon a BREEZE, given how swiftly the man moved, albeit in a strange manner before he seemingly climbed a Spaniard and snapped his neck. Edward only shook his head in disbelief before returning his focus to the battle at hand, sheathing his blades quickly to climb the foremast and take out a gunner. Easy enough. But from here he could watch the battle unfolding on the deck below, the stranger moving with a smile that seemed to be full of bloodlust, at last drawing his weapon to slice through the enemy crew. That only left a few men -- and the officer, which was quick work for the pirate captain, using his position to his advantage and landing soundly on the officer, hidden blade plunging through his flesh. It would be worth it to keep an eye on this stranger even as he handled the last of the Spanish crew.

     “You’ve quite some fancy moves. Ain’t seen the likes.” A simple compliment to mask his tension from being so guarded around the man.

[roguevvave-blog]

     “Excuse-a me, but this wine is-a no good,” he attempted in his best Italian accent, tossing a glance at the other who was watching the particularly sad attempt. Though by now, he had already given up on his charade, slipping back into his own Welsh accent. “How was that?”

[leftsea-deactivated20190213]

UP WHERE THEY WALK. UP WHERE THEY RUN. UP WHERE STAY ALL DAY IN THE SUN. WANDERING FREE WISH I COULD BE PART OF THAT WORLD. 

ATLANTICA ¬ RULES OF THE SEA ¬ PRINCESS OF THE SEA ¬ THE WORLD BEYOND 

[roguevvave-blog]

( that’s handsome pirate captain to you )

            ❝Oh, I can more than handle my ale. Though, your arms would get            tired from carrying me.❞        She teased, a small grin upon scarred lips. She allowed the closeness, desiring        it more than likely. The Spartan woman hasn’t been this close to someone since      she’s left Greece, and that was about a month ago after their death. Kassandra       wasn’t about to admit she longed for such pure actions from someone she loves-        but her ex-lover has died as of recent in a war.        Once at the beach, her brown hues glanced up into his oceanic blue hues- ones that        fit much like the ocean before them. After his quick swig of rum, she felt his hands        resting on either side of her hips. She smiled a little, and cupped his cheek with her        free hand to press her lips against his- going as far as to press her body against his.         She pulled away slightly with a small grin, brown hues looking deeply into his eyes.                      ❝Is this fitting for your plan..?❞            Despite the urge, she kept herself level in case he didn’t want what she wanted.

     “I don’t know, you don’t look so heavy to me.”

     The conversation ultimately was meaningless, words tossed to the wind all the same as the rum bottle that he had brought along -- alcohol wasn’t as important as this, nor was small talk. And as for any conversation past that, whatever swam behind deep brown eyes that gazed back into his own cerulean ones, none of it mattered. This was LIKELY to be no strings attached, no delving heart-to-hearts that start with drunken crying and spilling of secrets and liquor all the same that devolved into needy kisses to fill the emotional void.

     No, they were able to hold themselves together enough, and each other physically. In the end, that was all that mattered for the night anyways.

     Edward kept quiet as she cupped his cheek and leaned in with a surprisingly chaste kiss. For all of her teasing, her actions seemed different, almost shy and hesitant. But her words suggested she was all game, giving him equal space to change his mind as he hoped he offered her.

     “I think this will do,” the captain murmured softly, leaning down to close the gap between them once more, hands upon Kassandra’s hips sliding to encircle her, holding her flush against him with one upon her back, the other upon her neck as their lips met again in exploratory touches, not yet insistent or needy to his own credit. 

     “You let me know if something ain’t working, love.”

[roguevvave-blog]

-- another round?

     No man could be surprised at their captain’s IMPATIENCE -- it wasn’t that he craved land as much as simply found eccentric ways to move quite efficiently, swinging over the railing near the masthead and closing the distance between the ship and the planks. Edward had landed upon the docks with a large thump, not wanting for the gangplank to be put into the place. He knew the crew would quite happily handle loading and unloading supplies, for they too were eager to stretch their legs and spend some of the considerable gold they had amassed from raiding yet another fort. The captain began on his way, knowing his objective.

     How many months had it been since he last had seen these sights, felt this breeze, and smelled such greenery? What’s more, the Silver Islands were modest and lush, offering a great view of the ocean should the pirate crew need to make a quick getaway.

     First, a meal.

          Then, a drink.

     With his friend, should she be available.      Though the appearance of a black flag tended to stir up the normal state of affairs, especially on such a small island. It was only at his first bottle that Edward spotted her, illuminated by the large bonfire started by those who lingered of the crew.

     “Ahoy,” he only greeted quite casually with a smile, holding out his bottle for Kyra to take. “I was beginning to wonder if you wouldn’t make it.”

     \\ -- @kyraofdelcs

[roguevvave-blog]

( quite a dish )

        A smallest of hums, scarred tan lips quipping up into a smirk as the pirate captain            was more than willing to follow suite of her and even wrap his arm around her waist.           Her brown orbs glanced down at his arm, before glancing up into his azure hues with            her own brown ones.                      ❝Getting a little touchy, are we? Is this as close as we’re going to                     get, Captain?❞              She’s teasing him, a smirk still ever so present on her lips. Trailing down the beach,              and tucked somewhere private, she turned her head to listen more intently to him.              Eyebrows raise with amusement and interest, clearly a mix between.                     ❝The only type of red skies I seen in my life time is when blood was                  shed. Perhaps you can introduce me to this… Good fortune and weather                 tonight.❞

     Pulling her close, it was partly out of pure habit and want as much as it was a matter of safety. Not all women were strong like her, able to defend themselves, and not all men were sober enough to discern otherwise. Whatever it took for them to be undisturbed. 

     Despite himself, the captain wore a grin of amusement at the woman’s insistence upon teasing, making his mind wonder what was to come next, whatever she had in store for him. 

     “What, you’d rather I carry you there? Should I worry that you can’t handle your ale?” 

     Edward gave a chuckle at that, full aware that for now, until the alcohol dictated otherwise, she was a CAPABLE woman -- and he wasn’t certain as towards poking at her pride and independence, something she probably worked quite hard to achieve at. And he could respect that, for if he lived for anything besides fame and wealth, it was freedom.

     Soon they were surrounded by quiet sounds of a breeze through the palms and soft waves lapping upon softer sand, docks more than enough of a distance away that they could nearly shout without causing trouble, bathed in moonlight instead of lamplight. The pirate stopped there with a quick swig of rum, then swung around to face Kassandra, hands resting upon her hips. “That’s the plan.”