[ jack rackham voice ] always.

jack rackham. the son of a son of a tailor. — independent & semi-selective black sails rp written by: alex ⚓️ ⚓️ ⚓️ ❝ had you fought like a man – you need not have been hang'd like a dog.

[meltedwiing]

   * BUT WE FLEW.

ind. sel. multimuse sideblog. feat. muses old & new. 18+ follows back from @mirafirstmate written by alex. 

                                  rules.   muses.   interest tracker.

[sicutcanis]

jack is moving !! i deeply miss writing him so, in the downtime of muse activity, pls catch us over @meltedwiing​ 💛

[quimagicae]

       𝒽𝑜𝑔𝓌𝒶𝓇𝓉𝓈 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒶𝓁𝓌𝒶𝓎𝓈 𝒷𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝓌𝑒𝓁𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒽𝑜𝓂𝑒.

lowkey, low activity, & deeply loved. feat. g.lockhart, r.j.lupin, l.malfoy, & p.weasley. indie. 18+ only. priv. selective. sideblog. follows from @sniperwithasmoke​ or @mirafirstmate.

[sicutcanis]

bc i’ve been busy over on @mirafirstmate and decidely not over here, mutuals pls feel free to add me on disco : yohoitsalex#1850

[sicutcanis]

full offense but anne saying “see you on the other side?” and jack replying “always” is a billion times more emotional and romantic than “after all this time?” / “always” from you know who.

[mirafirstmate]

she says the shadows under my eyes are concerning; asks if i’m low in iron or if the nightmares are returning.                       it’s okay. i say. it’s okay. i’ve just been lying awake, thinking.

among us based original character. group affl. priv. slow. non-roleplay blogs DO NOT reblog. written by alex.           quote.

[sicutcanis]

sorry guys, i made a new oc so that’s where i’ve been.

[sicutcanis]

things that i periodically remember abt this blog that i love w all of my heart: modern!jack being a single dad of a fiery little redhead named avery.

[msktfired]

@sicutcanis​

this is why he hates boats. it’s a lot harder to plan an escape when surrounding you is water at all angles. at least the pirates don’t seem to be the kind into making slaves of their captives. no, he just had to deal with men rifling through his doublet and touching his pistols. if he lost them he’d be very upset. the pistols had been a gift from the musketeer who had taught aramis to shoot. now some pirate was going to break them through simple misunderstanding of the care they should be afforded.

he speaks in french since spanish could make things worse. it’s hard to gauge with the political climate how it is if he would cause himself more issues by revealing his second language. “ excusez moi, monsieur. but could i trouble you for some bread and water? or perhaps the reason i have been captured in this manner. the kidnapping of a musketeer is treated as treason within france. ”

[sicutcanis]

his french is rusty, at best, though it is a sight better than his spanish. so it’s the little things, after all. jack turns one of the fine pistols over, appreciative of its weight as he holds it, before replacing it on the bench with the rest of this man’s accoutrements.

a tight smile stretches across grim facade as jack takes this musketeer in and, if there are any regrets for having lead the charge to abscond with the man, they are well buried within. ❝ unfortunate for you, monsieur, that this small act is hardly a footnote upon my ledger, ❞   what’s one more country that wants to see him hanged as a pirate, after all. but jack is not a brute and a nod directed at anne soon finds another crewman at the door with the requested provisions in hand.  ❝ as for the why, ❞ he pauses, searching for the words as he hands over a plate of hardtack and, after closer inspection, rum. a shrug, ❝ – politics. ❞

[lungslinger]

[heavensickness]

Third base is me telling you about my father

[sicutcanis]

oh my god an old guard au for jack where everything still happens the same w his life but he wakes up in the gibbet out on rackham’s cay

[sicutcanis]

me, doing everything i can to avoid making a musketeers muse: guess i’ll fuckin write this pirate bastard again.

[sicutcanis]

quitethepirategal​ :

{ @sicutcanis​ liked for a starter }

     “ Well ye can play the rough an’ tumble act all ya’d merry well like, but if it’s my port yer docking in then its me you’ll be answerin’ to should yer men cause a ster in town, Captain. ”

     The red draped Captain was firm with her words yet keeping friendly in tone.  It wasn’t terribly uncommon of Port Florid to harbor fellow pirates seeking rest and replenishment away from the talons of the law.  But while she had no qualms with these new visitors or their sharp-sidburned captain yet, there was no harm in greeting newcomers personally, as to instill the notion that guests should behave themselves. 

     “ As I stated, you’re more than welcome to stay for purpose of rest or trade   but-  Should there be any other business that brings ya to me humble Crimson Isle? ”

jack inclines his head in understanding -- they have been at sea for weeks, thanks to several wayward storms, and this port is quite literally a godsend. he can feel the way his men stir behind him, eager ( impatient ) to be off the colonial dawn, as he discusses the terms of their stay with the other captain. 

       ❝ if it is on my honour that they are given access to your... generosity, ❞   he starts, gaze turning toward the group huddled nearest poised to practically leap from the ship on his word,   ❝ then i must trust that they behave themselves. ❞   volume increases toward the end and jack catches anne’s eye as she issues the threats he is not near enough to dole out himself. she nods to him and he turns back to their host with a gracious smile plastered into place.   ❝ -- at this moment, i believe sanctuary and rest our only requests... unless you have more to offer? forgive my ignorance, i have not sailed this way often enough to know better. ❞

[promptfairy]

𝟑, 𝟒, 𝟓   ♡   𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄

“  let’s go home.  ” “  um,  excuse me?  ” “  you broke it.  ” “  need a hand?  ” “  please,  help me.  ” “  i missed you.  ” “  i’m not sorry.  ” “  tell the truth.  ” “  what happened here?  ” “  got a minute?  ” “  life’s a bitch.  ” “  you’ve done enough.  ” “  i’m still learning.  ” “  don’t touch me.  ” “  was that you?  ” “  there’s no god.  ” “  you deserve better.  ” “  you’re a saint.  ” “  you are enough.  ” “  maybe you’re right.  ” “  this will pass.  ” “  you complete me.  ” “  you got this.  ”

𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑

“  don’t be so dramatic.  ” “  no guts,  no glory.  ” “  i’m calling for help.  ” “  run away with me.  ” “  it’s always been you.  ” “  some things take time.  ” “  you’re being awfully quiet.  ” “  please don’t hurt me.  ” “  snap out of it.  ” “  did you miss me?  ” “  how do i look?  ” “  i wanna get better.  ” “  whatever floats your boat.  ” “  i’ll love you always.  ” “  what are you waiting for?  ” “  at least i tried.  ” “  give me a kiss.  ” “  what’s the fucking point?  ” “  god,  i love you.  ” “  i’m doing my best.  ” “  i waited for you.  ” “  you woke me up.  ” “  stay with me tonight.  ”

𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄

“  you can’t keep doing this.  ” “  i think i love you  …  ” “  you make me feel special.  ” “  are you upset with me?  ” “  you need to heal first.  ” “  let me see the wound.  ” “  is your brain even on?  ” “  don’t give up on me.  ” “  you are perfect to me.  ” “  i can’t take this anymore.  ” “  you are my favorite person.  ” “  you had me at  ‘  hello.  ’   ” “  i wanted to see you.  ” “  don’t give me that look.  ” “  you’re a work of art.  ” “  i’m not scared of you.  ” “  i have  …  so many questions.  ”  “  do you think i’m stupid?  ” “  just tell me what happened.  ” “  i just want to help.  ” “  we need to be careful.  ” “  what did you just say?  ” “  i miss talking to you.  ”

[sicutcanis]

*shakes tin* spare memes? spare memes, sir?

[raavenclaws-blog]

“What are you twelve” Yeah on a scale of one to ten bye