#black sails era

[lynxindisguise]

lynx please write me a snippet of pirate madmoon

PIRATE MADMOON!! oh my god my brilliant fish; you combined categories in the most perfect way 😭

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"Well aren't you a wretched sight."

Eyes bleary, head heavy, Remus lifts his gaze from the bottom of a long-empty bottle of rum towards the source of that gruff rasp. The first mate. Or what's left of him, anyway.

Metal clanks against the deck as Moody hauls himself closer. "Do you know what I thought when I first saw you?"

"Who's the lanky fuck with the scars?"

Moody snorts. "No, that's what I said. What I thought was, 'yeah, him. He's a pirate if I ever saw one." A balled-up shirt hits Remus in the stomach. "Stop proving me wrong."

Remus's nails—more like claws at this point—dig into his palms. "I was a stupid kid with no business being on that ship. We all were. And you could've stopped it. Stopped him and his lies and secrets and manipulations—"

"If I could stop anything, it'd be you and your pitiful whinging." Moody leans over him, his one remaining nostril flaring, his one uncovered eye searing.

The battle bit deep into both of them, tearing away chunks and spitting them into the sea.

It isn't a kiss but a battle of its own, the clashing of lips and clanging of teeth. Remus drags his nails through Moody's leathery skin, and Moody yanks him back by his overgrown mess of hair.

It's rough and barbaric until it isn't. Until Moody is lying in Remus's disgusting cot with him, playing the role of the anchor as his too-thin body is wracked with silent sobs.

"I've got you. You'll survive this," he whispers against Remus's sweat-soaked forehead. Remus clings to him even tighter and drops his face into his chest. "We'll survive this."

[spindrifters]

me: I don't do muggle AUs

also me: but what if pirates

[i-just-want-to-destroy]

el muchacho james flint

[justrandomorwhathever]

[erme-aeterna-arts]

no but you see!! eleanor and flint share their backstories with rogers and silver respectively like “this is the worst crime that was done against me, you are the only person on earth i’ve told about it” and then those two just go and do That Crime to them. like with rogers and eleanor it is obviously the raid, and with silverflint it’s the taking of flint’s entire life from him and have it told differently, falsely, the removal of his ability to be the narrator of his own story.

[disasterdrvid]

flint wants to be odysseus sooooo bad that he doesn't even realize he's achilles in this telling. "i just want to find some peace" girl u have to make it out of troy alive first!

[ghostkingart]

I'm visiting family in another city which means: no wifi for movies/tv shows, no friends and nothing to do. if you wanna help out a bored artist, here's some things I'd like to yap about (or, if you're feeling daring, send some writing/drawing requests):

The Arcana (reignited old hyperfixation)

The Marauders Era (kinda also an old hyperfixation but when I was younger I was really into Harry Potter the main series and now I'm into the whole dead gay wizards thing)

House of the Dragon (I only saw up until episode 3 of season 2 I'm a slow watcher okay) and Game of Thrones

DC (especially the Batfamily ESPECIALLY Wayne Family Adventures)

Black Sails (please please please)

Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss

Sleep Token (I haven't actually ever drawn or written anything about them, I'm new to the lore (not the music) so if you wanna give me like a lesson in the lore feel free to do so)

I'm open to headcanons, discussions, theories, requests, anything really. pls and thanks 🫶

[starbuck]

[darthbloodorange]

Lieutenant McGraw at the docks.

Word count: N/a - Art Title: The Lieutenant Rating: Gen Universe: Black Sails Pairings: None Characters: Captain Flint | James McGraw Warnings: None Major Tags: Lieutenant McGraw, London Era ~ Summery: Lieutenant McGraw at the docks.

A drawing of Flint as a Navy Lieutenant that I did during my first watch of Black Sails. I referenced a pic I found of him in his uniform to practice drawing Lt. McGraw.

Here is the reference:

[storkmuffin]

James Flint is basically a phoenix. I can't even count how many resurrections of his captaincy and actual life he's had since I met him. He's also like those desert plants that come fully into bloom the second they have any moisture - he needs so little to do so much.

[lynxindisguise]

tagged by @kaaaaaaarf and @spindrifters <333

Current time: 01:46

Current activity: waiting for a bus

Currently thinking about: how to construct a ship wheel out of balloons

Current favourite song: ahhhh ummm my most on repeat right now are Jackie Onassis by Sammy Rae & the Friends and Paul Revere by Noah Kahan

Currently reading: lol technically The Wise Man’s Fear by Patrick Rothfuss, but I haven’t picked it up in ages.

Currently watching: Black Sails 🏴‍☠️

Current favourite character: JOHN SILVER LOVE OF MY LIFE!!!

Current WIPs: The Hut of the Mistold aka hags. only two chapters to go, so once we’re done with that it’s onto the wolfstar crying during sex one-shot, my atla au, and remus’s adventures fucking the other DADA professors!

tagging @mostlyoptimisticdinosaur @wanderingdonut @moongays @colgatebluemintygel

[crepuscularqueens]

miranda's green dress haters... perish.

[sunnibits]

finding a new hyperfixation is so hard I just wanna hyperfixate on doctor who for the first time again

[jaynovz]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Black Sails Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Captain Flint | James McGraw/John Silver Characters: John Silver, Captain Flint | James McGraw Additional Tags: s3-s4 break, Established Relationship, fluffy filthy boat husbands, SilverMadi mentioned, Somnophilia, Comemarking, odes to Flint’s soft tum, the Musings in this got a little out of control and I didn’t cut any of them shrug, Frottage, Anal Fingering, Begging, Body Worship, Orgasm Delay/Denial, titles as endearments, and just regular endearments, Captain James Flint cries during sex, Dom!Silver, sub!Flint, no beta and no legacies in this life just the water

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Summary:

"That beloved countenance is smooth and still, so familiar to Silver that he could sketch it with his eyes closed–the proud line of his nose, the deep wrinkle curving beside his mouth. He barely resists the urge to lean in and kiss that wrinkle, but cannot risk waking Flint yet. Not when he has this bountiful view, a rare unobscured opportunity to simply stare, to drown in these features that arrest him so. There’s nothing on the ship or even in the ocean herself anywhere near as fascinating."

Silver ponders his sleeping captain in a relaxing moment of downtime, then loving and fucknasty power games ensue, that's the fic.

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oh helloooooooooooooo the somno and Flint’s belly obsession fic is hereeeee. I had a fucking blast writing this one. This is my first piece without any outside editing help, I’m very proud of myself.

Enjoyyyyy and please kiss me full on the mouth in the comments <3

[erme-aeterna-arts]

so i’m watching black sails, and i’ve been having thoughts about s1-s2 and why they feel different from each other and how it serves the narrative.

so, the first impression from s1 was that somebody lied to me and the show is just your average one. like you see the characters who act a certain way, but you can’t tell why the hell they are doing what they are doing. see, eleanor, flint, they say what they’re doing it for, but it’s not what actually drives them, as we discover later. but in the beginning it still feels shallower and simpler than it is. even the relationship between eleanor and vane seems to have a completely different power structure (at first, the viewer is lead to expect the usual toxic dynamic with vane as the abuser, but i’d argue that eleanor has always had all the power, whenever she was with him, she used it for her political ambitions). or ned low who we expect to be the villain of the season and then he’s very quickly decapitated (bc he isn’t not the true villain of the story). there are many examples, but the point is that the viewer in s1 (and partly in s2) is an outsider to the story, is making assumptions based on what we are used to seeing in media, on the expectations and tropes we all subconsciously know and naturally employ to interpret situations when lacking information and later hold these interpretations as the ultimate and indisputable truth. and then they start debunking all that. the viewer begins to learn the truth, begins to immerse into the story.

and this experience of the viewer is necessary to the following dismantlement of the idea of “civilization”. this is the word being thrown left and right in s2, and it’s no coincidence that right until miranda is dead even flint still wants, desperately, to make peace with it, to be a part of it. discourse is a power structure, it is desired, everything that is spoken exists within it and according to its logic, like the concepts of good and evil, men and monsters. and if in the beginning to flint the purpose was to somehow make himself, his family, nassau, worthy of being a part of it, he later realizes that this will never mean freedom, so he tries to build a world outside of the reach of the empires, outside of the discourse.

because that world was never going to accept flint, a queer man, even though we see in his face before miranda speaks up that he would go through with peter ashe’s plan to tell the whole truth. because that world never existed for us, and i relate so much to it, the entire season is the pinnacle of the queer experience.

to sum up, the parallel that is drawn here is that in both cases the viewer is reminded not to trust the expectations we have of the world, not to expect what seems to be the truth to actually be it, that what you are being told is all lies and bullshit. because when miranda says that nobody but her knows why flint is doing it [trying to destroy the fort], we should believe her; because when we see the flashbacks with james and her, we should not assume automatically that the affair is between them, as it was only stated as a fact by other people like eleanor’s father, because it was thomas that james was in love with, because it was all the “civilization” needed to destroy their lives, because we, the lgbtq+, have always been pushed aside, into the shadows, from which captain flint as a persona was born; because when they, the empire, claimed then that this persona is the essence of the person, they did so to excuse the damage they’d inflicted, to hide the fact that the pain brought into the world was caused by them.

* i’d like to add something about the idea of the western world as a discourse (i’m including imperialism, patriarchy, queerphobia here as the basis of the power structure, hence the generalization), in the show it’s not just the word “civilization” that is used, it’s also “reason”, “society”, “rationality” and so on, bc they belong to this discourse. a very illustrative scene is the negotiations between jack rackham and that captain about sharing the prize like “reasonable men”. where it turned out that reasonable ≠ fair, that it meant that the one with more power was to have everything, according to “reason”, and the other one to end up with nothing. it’s a detail, but everything is connected in this show and so fuck the discourse :) fuck the empire :)

[spindrifters]

FUSION DANCE: marginalia and pirates!!! ☠️

genius behavior alert. please keep in mind I'm drinking wine rn. this isn't going to be my finest writing. also, cw for ableist but period accurate language.

He’s in the captain’s quarters, something he wouldn’t have dared a year past, curls drying with salt, and this time Black actually knocks.

“Come in,” he says, and the irony isn’t lost on him. This is, after all, Black’s cabin.

Remus is self-aware enough to know that not even a month ago he wouldn’t have let anyone anywhere near him like this. He definitely wouldn’t have laughed in Black’s face like this, the dread Captain Sirius Black caught ridiculous and adorable, frozen in place with the question half-caught in his lips.

Which is honestly quite fair, really. Remus doesn’t use the cane. Not ever. Not where the men can see him. It’s the wooden leg on deck and the wooden leg only. As quartermaster of the Marauder, it’s his job to act as a liaison between the crew and their captain. To instill confidence, ensure belief that their voice will be heard.

No one looks to a cripple for confidence.

“Er,” says Black.

“Draw a sketch, it’ll last longer,” Remus says wryly, stretching his stump of a leg further out onto the bench. It’s not a pretty sight, he does know that. Raw and red at the bandages, and likely festering beneath. “Mr. Pomfrey’s livid with me for using the wooden leg so often, of course, but it can’t be helped.”

“I see. Is there anything I can… Are you quite well, then?”

Very well, thanks. The answer’s there, ready on his lips before he knows to form the thought, only it catches.

Because unless he’s very much mistaken, Black was about to ask, Is there anything I can do to help?

if you had asked Remus Lupin at age twelve — Welshborn, the son of a moderately successful printer — or age sixteen — press-ganged into His Majesty’s royal navy to atone for his father’s treasonous words — or indeed age twenty — a fresh recruit onto the somewhat less democratic pirate ship Greyback — he’d have balked at the idea. Captain Sirius Black’s reputation preceded him. Black smoke and flaming eyes, the sort of stories he’d never put much stock behind. That doesn’t mean Remus ever imagined he’d be here, now, baring himself vulnerable and realizing Black — Sirius — is the only person he’d ever allow to see him like this.

But Sirius, it turns out, is so much more than the stories. So much more than the angry, disowned lordling Remus had taken him for the first time they’d crossed paths in that Nassau pub. He’s barely thirty himself, for one, a scant few months older than Remus. He’s smart. Educated. Devastatingly witty. Prone to fits of melancholy that Remus can never quite figure out, even as he assures the men their captain is simply deep in the weeds of charting a new course. And above all that — he’s kind. He has a good heart. And he knows as well as Remus what it is to lose everything through no fault but being who you truly are.

So he catches his first instinct, that deep-honed need for self-sufficiency, and grins with a wink. “I wouldn’t say no to some of that fine port I know you’re hoarding in your bottom shelf.”

Sirius stares for a moment, then two, and then he breaks into a smile so dazzling it could outshine the fucking sun.

unusual fic asks