#blacksailszine

[siriusbound]

Softness for @blacksailszine​ :) This was a dream !

Do check the whole project including free (and huge) full pdfs over here 

[sabigawa]

here’s the kind of random piece I did for the black sails zine, it’s a Mad Max AU featuring MaxAnne! initial idea was for Max to fill the role of Mad Max, but Anne clearly fits the silent wanderer role better, so Max ended up being Furiosa 

you can download the zines in PDF form over at @blacksailszine! the other entries are amazing so please check them out if you’re interested! 

[nohtora]

seeing as it’s been 8 years since black sails’ first episode, it felt appropriate to share a small wip sneak peek of my piece for the @blacksailszine !

[calamitys-child]

Having a FANTASTIC time working through this incredibly rough first draft of my @blacksailszine piece. I love being able to balance professional media analysis against being just a silly little man writing about my silly little pirates. Just wrote the line John Silver is having a fucking amazing time and he’s making it everyone else’s problem

[sabigawa]

here’s a sneak peek of my piece for the @blacksailszine! The PDF is being released on April 2nd, so please consider checking it out if any of y’all are interested! 

[laufire]

[Caption: image of two hands made of marble almost touching. It includes text: “A cherised respite, by laufire”.]

One-shot, rated E, ~2.2k words. Muldoon/Silver. Silver hates appearing weak, but Muldoon doesn't care.

Fic written for @blacksailszine (nsfw version), which you can find and download for free here!

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/38225983

Silver summoned a faint smile in response and repressed a wince when Muldoon carefully patted his leg dry. When Silver’s hand immediately went to the peg, Muldoon batted it away.

“You have to let it air, mate. Stay here and rest for the night, all right?” he said, laying his hand right over Silver’s knee.

The contact with the bare, unharmed skin made Silver pause in his movements, paralyzed by a not altogether unpleasant discomfort. Muldoon had cleaned his stump once or twice before, but a touch there was muted, and often uncomfortable when not painful. Silver realized this was the first time another person offered a lingering touch skin to skin in a long time, and he chose to attribute to such an unexpected act the halting of his breath and the acceleration of his heartbeat.

[laufire]

Caption: images of Idelle and Flint from Black Sails blended together. It includes text: “Misfire, by laufire”.]

One-shot, rated T, ~1.5k words, Gen. Idelle-centric, Idelle & Flint. First of the “Idelle, the Pirate Whisperer” series. Idelle meets the infamous Captain Flint.

Fic written for @blacksailszine (sfw version), which you can find and download for free here!

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/38225986

It was behind the bar, as Idelle felt ready to start her next shift, that she spotted a lonely man finishing a glass of expensive whiskey. His dark coat and jewellery spoke of big prizes, his poise signalled he remained more than sober enough not to become a nuisance or a danger, and the splash of unruly red hair falling into his eyes above a well-maintained beard and moustache made him easier on the eyes than three-quarters of the clientele.

Idelle was too new to the place to know the regulars, especially those men who came and went to the sea for long periods before their eager return to the comforts of the shore, so she didn’t find any concerning meaning in the fact that she couldn’t remember him passing through before. She only saw a potential client and she stood in attention, almost as if she was looking at a comically drawn bag of gold coins instead of at a man –albeit, that is, one with a more appealing package than most around him.

[laufire]

And here is another sample for the fic I wrote for @blacksailszine nsfw magazine, coming out on April 2nd. This time, a few paragraphs of a Silverdoon one-shot. Click on it for better quality ^-^

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Silver summoned a faint smile in response and repressed a wince when Muldoon carefully patted his leg dry. When Silver’s hand immediately went to the peg, Muldoon batted it away.

“You have to let it air, mate. Stay here and rest for the night, all right?” he said, laying his hand right over Silver’s knee.

The contact with the bare, unharmed skin made Silver pause in his movements, paralyzed by a not altogether unpleasant discomfort. Muldoon had cleaned his stump once or twice before, but a touch there was muted, and often uncomfortable when not painful. Silver realized this was the first time another person offered a lingering touch skin to skin in a long time, and he chose to attribute to such an unexpected act the halting of his breath and the acceleration of his heartbeat.