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@likehiisfather / @damnbutcher / @ofsugarandice / [insert twenty more of glitzy’s amazing blogs here] - Glitzy, glitzy, glitzy you are a phenomenal writer. I’ve admired your writing for however long we’ve been mutuals. It’s the kind of writing where you don’t need to know the character to enjoy it (let’s be real, by the time they’re done reading your work they’ll be diving into that fandom). You have the rare ability to take seemingly unredeemable assholes *cough* season 1 Charles Vane *cough* and make the readers, maybe not like the character but they understand their motives, and what makes them tick. We don’t talk very often but just know that your blogs are one of my ‘must haves’ on any dash.
@thepromiseofredemption - Not gonna lie, Emily when I first watched the trilogy I was very indifferent to James’ character. I think it was because he was strongly overshadowed by Jack Sparrow (it happens. he has a pretty big shadow). But since I’ve known you I’ve grown to love the bean pole in all his angsty glory. You’re a positive force in this fandom and someone who I am glad to be able to call a friend.
@royalsadist - Gotta include my fellow Joffery fan. Bringing his fan base up to 3 people. We should make T-shirts. Anyway, I’m honestly so glad to have discovered your blog because I adore Joffery as a character and your writing is spot on. I mean, when I read your ic things I hear Jack Gleeson. Your word choice in dialogue and writing style reflect the character very well. It’s always a nice thing to see a writer who doesn’t romanticize their characters flaws but instead embraces them, yet still, you manage to remind us that Joffrey was not the monster under our beds but someone made of flesh and blood. While we may remember Joffrey for his most heinous acts they do not define him as a character. And you manage to portray all that beautifully. Thank you for shining such wonderful insights into character.
@hangtherules / @etchedinfire ~ where would any blog recommendations of mine be without Jen honestly??? she is SUCH an integral part of both this blog and my experience on tumblr as a whole that I cannot imagine the two without her and her 4392 blogs that I keep encouraging her to create because I am literal trash lmfao. she writes not only Jack’s now-wife, but his mother and his OC sister and, at one point, his children too ( along with all of her other muses, most of which are her strong-minded, often british, ladies ) and she does it all so well. when she first started writing Elizabeth, our muses ( and us ) clicked instantly and it was beautiful and ever since, every muse she has taken up she has written to perfection, capturing their voices and mannerisms flawlessly. I know Jen has said this but it is always so rewarding to start something new with her ( be it a verse or a muse or a ship ) and know instantly that our characters and writing will mesh, and I think that’s why we’ve ended up with so many ships ( romantic and platonic ) across all of our blogs. and on top of that, she’s a great friend too and I love her to pieces <33
@damnbutcher ~ if I mention Jen then I’ve also gotta mention Glitzy because watching these two write together is always such a joy <3 but as for Glitzy herself, she is so damn talented. I remember being super nervous about writing her way back when her Charles Vane first started crossing my dash because she was literally overflowing with talent, but I’m SO glad I did because she has such an amazing grasp on all of her characters and has such a passion for writing them too. she is the whole reason why I grew to love Charles so much as a character while watching Black Sails, and she honestly brings the midas touch to every muse that she picks up, making me love them even if I was somewhat indifferent before, and I always get so excited to see which muse she’s picking up or adding to her multi next ( a special shoutout in particular that she’s writing Henry Turner and already writing him better than canon <3 ). as well as that, she is literal sunshine to talk to and bouncing back ideas is always SO much fun, and she is just an absolute asset to this community and my own roleplaying experience tbh <3
@getsherhandsdirty ~ I’m gonna finish this trio up with the wonderful Betse, who I honestly feel like I’ve been writing with way longer than I actually have been?? everything about our interactions and our muses has been so natural and we’ve also clicked so well as writing partners that it feels like she’s been a part of this blog ( and Silver’s! ) forever. female OCs always get such a bad rep on this site for whatever reason, but Megan is so well developed across so many different verses and AU situations. she’s complex and flawed but has such a big heart, and the situations and universes I’ve explored with her with both Jack and Silver have been SUCH a delight and I love them so much. also, shout out to the fact that she added Madi to her multi and has aLREADY killed me with feels, and that she is such a lovely human being and an absolute JOY to talk to. I love our conversations and aNGST and waking up to all the yelling on skype about black sails. she’s fabulous okay you need her on your dashes <3
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EMMA SWAN HAS MY HEART!! she’s an angel face and i’ve loved her since the very beginning on the show. even though i ended up abandoning the show when it started to go to shit, i’ve always had a major appreciation for her as a character
The fifteen ten times Charles Vane has kissed Megan Santiago. Alternatively titled: Charles Vane is greedy and can’t keep his lips to himself (and Megan in no way minds.)
✧ On the nose. | teen verse
They’re in the middle of a conversation when he catches her off guard, warm lips pressing a soft, quick kiss to the end of her nose. The sweet gesture short circuits her brain long enough for a smile to surface–– one she’s unable to control. And that shy smile of his she gets in return makes her heart do that thing she never knows how to deal with. It skips.
“ Don’t, ” she warns, bumping his shoulder with her own before turning her attention back to the textbook laid out before them on the table. “ Study. ” The unspoken promise of bestowing kisses of her own settling into the silence between them.
✧ On the cheek. | king verse
The press of The Butcher’s lips to the K I N G’s cheek is nothing short of devout. Ebon lashes fan against the apples of her cheeks, a soft chuckle rising in her throat just as a hand swiftly follows suit to capture the monster by the jaw to prevent him from pulling away completely. Mere inches apart they share one breath, two, and on the third did HER MAJESTY open her eyes, a brow arching in silent invitation as the pad of her thumb found his bottom lip.
✧ On the forehead. | main verse
She’d been in a daze since her father called. How she had driven herself home she didn’t know, but the fact that she was still in her coveralls, hands covered in grime and grease, was proof that she had walked out of the shop the moment the call had ended. Despite being on autopliot she’d had enough common sense to park her ass on the floor and not the sofa and somehow, somewhere along the way, she had called Charles. He had been the first person her mind had spit out.
At the sound of the door opening she looked over to acknowledge his presence before glancing away, red-rimmed eyes searching the space before her as if it might offer an answer. “ My dad called, ” she began, the word squeezed out past the constriction of her throat, the too tight feeling of her chest a clear indication that her ribs had it out for her lungs. His footsteps sounded far away as he neared. “ My brother and his wife were in a car accident–– ” the warmth of his body as he settled in next to her unrecognizable. “ ––they didn’t make it. ”
Those last four words slipped past her lips too easily, heart giving a lurch as a hand absentmindedly rose to touch the center of her chest. She cleared her throat for what felt like the millionth time and looked over at him, eyes glossy with unshed tears. Her vision swam as he pulled her in close, nose in her hair, arm wrapped tight around her shoulders.
I’m sorry she felt him say through the press of his lips against her forehead and it was then that the dam broke.
✧ On the hand. | pirate verse
It’s with a grunt that she stiffens in her seat, jaw set tight against the sting of pain that is Charles pulling bits of glass from the palm of her hand. The skirmish had been quick but dirty and in situations like those one had to think on their toes and make use of what they had on hand. And make use she had.
“ Maldito hijo de puta, ” she bit out, fighting the urge to tear her hand from the man’s grasp. It wasn’t that she didn’t appreciate him playing doctor on the spot, but versed in gentility he was not. A leg bounces on the ball of foot in her impatience as he bent down low over her arm, the curvature of his spine a perfect arc.
She nearly loses her mind at the introduction of rum against the raw flesh, that one bouncing leg lashing out to kick at the leg of the table ( though she had been aiming to land him with the blow. ) “ Como te odio, ” she groans, shielding her eyes with her free hand as he huffs a laugh. The last thing she expects to feel is that of air being blown across her skin and as her hand falls away she realizes it’s because Charles has pursed his lips, heavy stare glittering with amusement. Without a word he turns her hand over in his carefully before pressing a kiss to her knuckles.
“ Better? ”
“ Vete a la mierda. ”
✧ On the neck. | main verse
“ You’re playing dirty, ” the mechanic sighs, canting her head even as she gives him shit for it. The pen in her hand continues to travel across the paper despite her brain having already derailed from it’s original track and faithfully following after the train of thought his lips against her skin have started. ( Not that it took much. ) His mouth moves to the spot behind her ear and she finds herself sucking in a quick breath, the clipboard and pen clattering against the desk as she gives up the ghost of trying to be productive. “ Go lock the door, ” she murmurs before she’s laughing at the ridiculousness that is Charles Vane doing his best Speedy Gonzales impression.
✧ On the nape of the neck. | teen verse
It’s become a thing, this. Them sleeping together. Not fucking or having sex, but sleeping next to one another in the same bed. The first few times they had strictly adhered to her sleeping on one side of the mattress, Charles on the other, but over time the space between them grew smaller and with unspoken understanding they found themselves tucked in close. On the nights he tries to give the Santiago family space Megan leaves her window unlocked so that he can let himself in because he always finds his way back. He’s stealthily quiet in removing his shoes, getting as comfortable as he dares before climbing into bed, making a still slumbering Megan the little spoon by molding himself to her back. Some nights it’s just the reassuring squeeze of his arm around her middle that reaches through her subconscious, spurring her to press into his body while taking his arm and pulling it across her chest as she settles. Other nights it’s the whisper soft touch of his fingertips pulling her long hair out of the way so that lips can momentarily find home, lingering, a tether to the land of wakefulness–– and for a moment she buoys to the surface, a sleep-drunk ‘ hey ’ or ‘ hi ’ on her lips followed by the intertwining of their legs before she’s drifting off again.
✧ On the shoulder. | main verse
The rush of hot water against her skin takes with it all her thought processes. In her mind’s eye she imagines the day’s bullshit slipping down the drain as she slicks her hair back, letting the steam fill her lungs. The woman nearly jumps out of her skin at the cool press of Charles’ lips against her shoulder blade, his strong arms grounding her instantly.
“ Jesus fuck. Wear a bell! ”
His answer came in the form of a rumbling laugh against the shell of her ear.
✧ On the chest. | king verse
Yards and yards of fabric are bunched up around the K I N G’s hips, heavily decorated fingers rooted deeply in Charles’s hair, holding his mouth over her own as she sighed in the near dark of the alcove. Those same thick hips rock against the calloused hand buried deep between her thighs, keeping pace as he played her body as if it were an instrument he’d had all his life–– and not the last few weeks since his arrival. Never would she admit it, but she was nearly delirious with desire, panting heavily as the crescendo continued to build, fingers tightening their hold as his tongue, heavy and wet, slid across her bottom lip.
His command was carried on a growl–– Let go. –– and were it not for the fact that she craved her release much more than reminding him of who it was he was speaking to she swallowed down the venom that burned at the back of her throat. She could feel him against the top of her thigh, grinding himself into her as she found the small, delicious death she sought as often as possible. Boneless, she was pressed against the wall soundly, his lips traveling across her jaw, her throat, the tops of her breasts.
“ There’s something I need to attend to, ” she stated plainly, guiding his face away from her skin to look him in the eye. “ I expect you naked and waiting in my chambers within the next ten minutes. ”
✧ On the stomach. | dream verse
One always heard the pregnancy horror stories. The morning sickness, the nausea, the yoyo-ing hormones, the weird as shit cravings, the bloating… and while she had braved the first three and had emerged victorious (or so she tells herself), the last two were now kicking her ass. Hands rhythmically smoothed over the swell of her belly through the worn cotton of her shirt, murmuring soft things as the tv across the room went on without being watched. The moment she heard the door open she sat up and leaned back, craning her neck to see into the hall.
There he was, her hero. Her 3 am savior with the biggest salted caramel milkshake from her favorite diner and two orders of their steak fries. As if she could love him anymore.
“ Papi llego, ” she coos with one last heartfelt rub through the warmed fabric before reaching out for what the kid currently renting out space in her body had asked for. “ You are so fuckin’ good to me. ” And isn’t that one of the truest things ever said between them? “ Gotta warn you now though, ” she began around a mouthful of fries. “ He’s inherited my impatience. He’s been kickin’ up a storm since you left. ”
Megan knows she’ll never get over the way Charles sinks to his knees before her to talk to their son, hands, full of reverence, gently guiding whatever material she might be clad in out of the way so that lips can press to skin. She blames those fucking hormones for the way her chest constricts each end every time he does, committing to memory the words said; gentle admonishment that he take it easy on his mother, stories either from memory or one of her nieces’ books, a favorite song crooned under his breath. And without fail their son shifts in reply, a foot or a hand making an appearance and making them both laugh.
✧ On the knee. | teen verse
Rain is pouring. The power is out.
They’re sitting in the middle of her living room among the few candles she had found scattered around the house ( most are little tea lights she found in the kitchen’s junk drawer ). So much for the Die Hard marathon they originally had planned.
Charles took it upon himself to sprawl out across the floor, his head finding home against her thigh, one of Megan’s hands finding home in his hair. Absentmindedly, she spoke:
“ You ever feel lonely? ”
“ That’s a bit of personal question don’t you think? ” He quipped, turning over onto his stomach so that he could prop himself up on his elbows.
“ A question with a question? ”
“ Too unoriginal? ”
“ Really? ”
“ Maybe? ”
“ Forget it, ” she sighed, flicking him gently on the forehead. He dropped his head against her thigh, lips pressed against denim in thought before he looked back up at her.
“ Some days are worse than others. You? ”
“ Not so much anymore. ”
What felt like an eternity stretched on between them in the silence that followed, locked in a staring match neither wanted to lose.
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wooow ok why do you have to hurt me this way
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honestly same but it’s so funny to imagine flint doing every single thing he does in the show with just... a baby strapped to his chest
especially when he’s threatening charles and no one can focus on the threats because this infant is tugging on flint’s beard and scratching him and making very loud baby noises
what a mess that’d be
❝ Uncle Charlie, Daddy says he’s allergic to dogs, so will YOU buy me a puppy since HE can’t? ❞ Cue the POUT, big brown eyes innocently fluttering up at her godfather.
It had been chaos. Silver had expected it, in part, and certainly had prepared himself for the violence that he would face when he finally took his place as Nassau’s king and incited a revolt in the street against Berringer’s regime. But it hadn’t stopped. Even after Hands had severed the cord, slit the Captain’s throat in wide view of the people, the violence had continued. Even now, as he and Flint stood in the Governor’s mansion, trying to set about the long process of restoring the town to what it once was, to the pirate haven that they were both committed to it being again, gunshots and screaming could be heard from outside with no sign of it coming to an end.
He might not have noticed the entrance of a single man, not with captains either side of him and Flint, pulling his attention back and forth as his mind wrestled with the issue of stability, but it was impossible not to look as a man like Charles Vane entered the room. Eyes were drawn to him at once, paper still in his hands, knowing that any input or news from him would be more valuable than anything from anyone else in this room ( he had, after all, been critical in starting the revolt in Nassau with his escaped hanging, and he was as committed to this as Flint was, as any of them were ).
“ do you really think he could do it? ” where she had seen determination, she had seen success. from what she understands in jack, despite their differences, she believes he could make something of his name with the title of captain attached to it. “ find success in his endeavors? meet whatever goal it is he seeks. ”
