Izzy fucking hands

You don’t know the first thing about piracy, do you? It’s not about glory. It’s not about gettin’ what you want. It's about belonging to somethin' when the world has told you you're nothin.' It's about finding the family to kill for when yours are long dead. It's about letting go of ego for something larger - the crew. - RP blog for Izzy Hands of Our Flag Means Death. Penned by Mana. Mun is 32+

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MUN IS 32+ / INDIE / SELECTIVE / NSFW RULES (X) / MUN INFO (X) / WRITTEN BY MANA / graphic by @supergirlrph

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"Like to think that raid went pretty fucking well, if I do say so myself, Captain," he says with a smirk, joining Flint on deck. Truth be told, it did go well. No men were lost and they got the prize, which was what mattered in this case. Most of the men had gone below deck due to the hour. He presents him with a drink. Flint didn't have to take it, it was just an offer after all.

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"Drink?" Izzy offered as she sat nearby, holding up an extra bottle for Anne. It had been a really long fucking day for everyone. "Promise it's the good shit if you want it."

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Like for something short. It'll be no more than a paragraph to try and get the muse rolling. My replies will be slow, too, but I want to try!

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Hello!

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Continued from here. @unicornondeck

It seemed as though James was the first to wake. It was still the early morning, though, and given the hours that Izzy worked, James didn't blame the man for sleeping in. Some mornings James did the same, but for the most part, he was an early riser and preferred to get he day going. Although he didn't exactly have anywhere he needed to be today. But he wasn't sure if he should wait for Izzy to wake up to leave. He didn't want to be a bother or be in the way when he did wake up, but he didn't want to be rude and leave either. Not after the night they had. A goddamn fantastic night. Talking and having some drinks at his bar, then coming back here to his place where they got to know each other a bit more. James's favorite part of the night, though, aside from getting to know Izzy? The kiss. God, that kiss left him breathless. It made his heart flutter and dance - a feeling he hadn't experienced in a long time. They kissed for a bit on the couch and ended up cuddling and continuing their conversations until they were both ready to sleep.

With one final kiss, Izzy went off into his bedroom and James made himself comfortable on the couch, thinking about that man until he fell asleep. And the second he woke, thoughts of him and their kiss filled his mind and made him excited to see him again. Until then, he relaxed on the couch, played on his phone for a bit, or read some of the books and magazines laid out on the table in front of him. An hour or so later, he heard some motion coming from down the hall and figured he was probably awake so the man made his way into the kitchen - and after finding his way around the cabinets and pantry - started up some coffee, hoping Izzy wouldn't mind. But he wanted to treat him. Let him know how much he enjoyed last night and thank him for his hospitality.

In came Izzy just after James filled both cups, smiling instantly upon seeing him. "It is. Hope you don't mind. Had to do a little searching in the kitchen, but I didn't find anything I wasn't supposed to." He jokes as he hands him his cup before taking a drink from his own. "Though, I wasn't sure how you take yours, so I left it black." That way he could add what he needed or wanted. "Sleep alright?" He asks, leaning back after taking another sip, his eyes focused on Izzy.

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Izzy still felt like he was partially asleep yet awake simultaneously. Maybe he should have slept longer, oh well. He was awake now. "No no, don't mind at all," he grinned, making his way further into the space. He accepts the cup and closes his eyes, holding it to his nose for a few seconds. The scent of the black coffee was warm, and inviting. He inhaled deeply, feeling the comforting warmth of the cup against his hands. It filled his senses, awakening memories of cozy mornings and quiet moments, making him come a little more alive.

He took his first sip, smiling as he did. After taking the initial sip, he sat down at the kitchen table. His gaze was on James as he spoke further. "Black's fine," he says, nodding as he takes another, longer sip from the mug. He then places the mug back on the table, one hand on the handle, the other cradling it on the opposite side. Izzy then yawned, his lips forming a smile when the yawn ceased. "Like to think I did, how about you?"

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"I do." What with him once sailing with the infamous Blackbeard, as his loyal First Mate. Their relationship was complicated, to say the least. Quite the understatement, really, and the last thing Flint wanted was to make this one complicated, as well. Izzy had been through enough in his life and he didn't want him to feel uncomfortable in any way, nor hurt, and at least the feelings between them were known and they were mutual. He knew some of his life with Blackbeard - things he figured out on his own, heard from others or from Izzy himself - and he'd make damn sure that man never hurt him again. He just wanted Izzy happy here. And safe. "You don't deserve any more complications in your life but if it helps, I'm willing to do what I can to... uncomplicate it. You know more about me than most others and I'll share more." Which he didn't do with just anyone. Only those he really trusted. And he wanted Izzy to trust him in return, to know him in return.

"Then again," his voice is lower now, softer, as he raises one hand to gently touch Izzy's jaw. "We're pirates. Enemies of the world," that's how they were viewed, anyway. "Life is complicated because of that alone." He chuckles, softly stroking his jaw, up to his cheek. But they enjoyed what they could in this life, they made the most of it, did their damn hardest to live free and happy. His lips stretch into a smile hearing Izzy's words, relief shining in his eyes, and he nods. "Probably not but I think we've agreed nothing in this life is easy. But we'll figure it out." He tells him, eyes gazing into his before dropping to his lips, now smirking. "I know where it could go in this current moment," What that same smirk, Flint then leans in to finally kiss Izzy. Fuck, how he missed this. Missed him.

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Maybe then I'll ....share more with you. It was rare to see the Captain Flint this vulnerable. Izzy could not say it was wholly Flint that made the situation complicated. He had also chosen this after all, making it partly his fault for causing it to become complex between them. It was not his intention when joining his crew, never thinking in a thousand years he would be in a position like this. He listened to him intently as he spoke, eyes glued to his as he put the hand on his jaw. There was nothing else in the world at that moment, just the two of them.

"True," he interjects lightly on the piracy comment. His gaze focused on him for the entire duration of his words, attentive to each he spoke. "Fuck yeah we can." Izzy raised a brow when he spoke about where it could go. He nearly opened his mouth to say something and then was stopped by the kiss, eagerly kissing him in return. Sure, Izzy had a lot of... thoughts about venturing into a relationship, but it was not something he really wanted to think on just yet. He was far more interested in kissing James Flint.

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here to draft a few things to try and get out of a writing slump. (but something just happened that is trying to derail that drama wise.)

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worked on some drafts, will try to finish some tomorrow.

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Gonna do some replies here tomorrow! Sorry for the delays!

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one more little "Kraken era" art of mine.

who can you trust

when everything,

everything,

everything you touch

turns to gold, gold, gold?

Imagine Dragons — Gold

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My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep; the more I give to thee, The more I have, for both are infinite.

Indie roleplay blogs for James Flint/McGraw and Charles Vane. As loved by Summer and Castor.

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Turning poison into positivity 🎉

It’s impossible to express all the feelings about this episode 🥹

It was a moment of pure queer joy and everything was perfect ❤️‍🔥

(Why can’t we stay in this moment forever? 😭)

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“What would he do if he found us out?“ (Flint)

"What do you mean what would he do?" Izzy asked, crossing his arms as he looked at Flint. He then crossed his legs, letting them rest on the desk. His back slumped just slightly against the chair, mostly straight. "Not really much he can do, I do what I fucking want you know. My life after all. Planned on telling him when we run into him, we just haven't yet. Sure it'll be an interesting talk."

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[ date ] -  sender contacts receiver, trying to arrange a date night (or lunch, etc) for Izzy. Modern!

Izzy was sitting in his little office, trying to send out the month's bills so he could get it over with. Paperwork was one of the bad parts of the business but he didn't mind doing it. He knew that if he was the one who did it, all of it would be organized and correct. Would it be nice to have someone to check it over? Sure, but he felt he was efficient enough as it were. He heard a notification ring out. The pen dropped from his hand as he picked up his phone. He smiled as he saw who the text was from. It was James again, asking to meet up, which only added to the smile.

[Text]: I could go out tonight if you want? There's no gig going on tonight.