#pirate lesbians

[aha-my-villainous-thoughts]

So our pirate dad confirmed the Widow Evelyn Higgins and Mary Bonnet pairing, and I have to finally post this Queen of Hearts wedding portrait I did of them for the Tying the Knot zine last year! (There was meant to be a nsfw companion piece but I haven't finished it yet)

Have we got a ship name yet??

[ruthehale]

some OFMD S2 illustrations I made when it was still coming out / before we knew it would be rushed and cancelled </3

[butch4milfs]

i need them Biblically. like you don’t get it. i Need Them.

[wulf59-stuff]

Pirate capitan and he lover, plus their teddy bear second in command.

[meli-writes]

Le Loup Des Mers

An azure wave laps at the unrated sloop; a cutter-shaped, doubly-masted lady whomst fucks the wind and anyone she steers herself roughly and closely against. Those who dared be bigger — which is, near enough, all of them — put into place with a fourteen-gun broadside, whilst she ducks neatly under their own.

Sophie would swear she was firing now, if not for the quiet and pleasant wad rammed into the sinewed barrel of her neck-crook — in an increasingly, dreadfully, familiar manner; runs a hand over whip-bruised arms and the rear-bound wrists of her, evidently captive, guest.

“Godscocker— Lotte?” sputters Sophie, throat pickled in the salt-sodden air. She lurches aneath an errant beam, snatching at a foreign dagger on the vanity, and stumbles over lost vestments and an unsettlingly new pile of coin, “Are you okay? How did you get here—”

“Respectively, Capitainette—” says Lotte, a thirsting wetness in Sophie’s ear, heaving against the backboard, “you cut these bonds and I believe I will find myself irretrievably disposed towards twisting that knife, qui est le mien, into that yellow-stained gut of yours.”

“Lotte, come on— it’s me!” says Sophie, drawn to the guilt-cartouched volley of hickeys she’s besmirched on a citizenly-ennobled bosom. It wouldn’t be her first appeal lost to shot-deafened ears, nor in the Commandeur’s presence, who’s hazel stare cuts deeper than the blade in Sophie’s calloused paw. “What if, before then, you found Phillipe in your hands instead?” she asks — a devious, if desperate, plea.

“You— kept him?”

Sophie could hear the rusting anchor on Lotte’s chest unmoor — if only a knot. “Of course I did,” she says, exposed in thread-bare britches.

Lotte cautiously unfurls against the loosened, cut bonds as Sophie plucks a stuffed and sewn shark-sack from ceiling-clad netting, and sees it parted into her hands like rotten canal gates at the old river’s insistent ebbing, “You ‘ave ten minutes — then, I stab you.”

Sophie would never doubt she could — porcelain hands, an old and chevalier-made wound, hid an iron-wrought skeleton beneath. “So,” she hopes ten minutes is enough, “you’re in my quarters— in my bed.” Perhaps more.

“Oui. Rather the astutation for a mongrel as flea-bitten as yourself,” nips Lotte.

“And you were bound, and are—”

“In mortifying bereftness of mes garnementes? Oui— that is airily clear.”

She rounds a gum-rubber-tipped finger on Phillipe’s sole button-eye, where she’d stitched it a long time ago, sending the magic sensation of touch through a tender arm. “Mes Dieux— ‘ow inebriated are you?”

Sophie knew she’d had too much, head clotting with grapeshotted-splinters of last night. There was another ship’s centuried wine, dated 1689, dedicated to the Sun Empress who had sacrificed her kingdom, and autonomous-self, for the citizens. Still, “Was I— drunk?”

“Hmm— Oui,” sharps Lotte, with a tannic hint, “so-much-so you attempted board the flagship of La République, Modeste — mon Modeste. I am obliged to admit, loathingly so, that it was rather more than an admiral, if stupefying, dare.”

Lotte tottered up, wrapping thighs, a still-stinging pair of hot-crossed buns, over her lap, snapping a clockwork-laden finger when Sophie dared think she was permitted to speak.

“I believe what one said, to one’s crew and mine, after the dozen-or-so nine-tails,” she continues, as Sophie swallows, “was— and now, in ‘onour of this flaming, scuttled delight, I’m going to make the dirtiest sea-slattern out of this dazzling jewel of the nine seas.”

“Oh Gods—” mutters Sophie, finger then pressing on her lips.

“After so you dragged me, stripped-and-whipped, to these chambers, to undress—”

“And then I—”

Suddenly, Lotte had whole-handedly squished Sophie’s cheeks, furiously tight. “Then— you fell asleep, stuck in those britches,” she says, retracting her hand — the gentle tinkle of ceramic plates rubbing intimately upon another, “whereafter, I was forced to endure a lustrous smothering beneath those obscenely-broadened shoulders of yours — because the alchemised war-tea I took at your approach left me pulse-rushed for twelve hours.”

She huffs — runs her hand, cold with a rune-etched softness, arcanely so, over Sophie’s whitened cheek, trembling desires into britch-bound parts and restoring her ruddy hue.

“Okay— Six. It was fading as dawn spilled in, you had shifted enough I found sleep.” Then musing, “So, regarding time, there are some few minutes to make your last deliberations.”

“I-I wouldn’t have, not really, not ever— you know that,” she whimpers, daring not to touch.

“Non? So, why is ‘alf the Modeste’s crew dead, and ‘alf in the brig,” Lotte tells her, ayches as purringly, loin-stirringly absent as any sign of her sympathies.

“I was— drunk, dear. Lacking in— inhibitions.”

“Ah— and these inhibitions, these are now the reason I remain unravaged?” Lotte brings her finger to meanest thumbing of puppy-fat, where it pours from her britches, then all around its hem, to her front — porcelain chill overcome by Sophie’s own heat.

Sophie pulls away, “Look, what if I dropped you at port? The closest must be—”

“Non.”

“Non?”

“Non!” Lotte cracks, waves of irritation crashing on golden locks, “Don’t be— ridicule! It is exactly this lack of tact, or graft, that had you booted from l’académie.”

Sophie cannot help herself, a reverent laugh rolling off a well-used tongue, “Now, now — I can recall that was because I was caught booting you in the, well— booty.”

“I don’t think you were complaining about tact and graft then,” Sophie says, kiss-stained lips battered then with a hurled and velvet pillow. Followed thereafter with a tight-mouthed—

“Officiellement.”

“You are tactless now, sûrement,” Lotte runs a hand from teat-to-throat, “It is ransomed, the crew, at some significant port. You shall make it— one week, in such time you can display yourself, increasingly dispossessed, before claiming your républicaine she-bitch is a frigid, unenjoyable sort of cunt, or whatever ‘ole you’re putting yourself into these days.”

“To whomst you got— nowhere,” she finishes, “That you desire then to part with, only, albeit perhaps with a generous ransom.”

“But— Charlotte, won’t everyone think I’m—”

“Quoi? A meekened, rain-soaked hound who stuck its nose into the crevices it shouldn’t have — more than a fair trade, for damages caused to me, both material and reputational.”

Sophie pauses, finally bringing an arm over Lotte’s shoulder as she sets Phillipe down, watching her flinch on teasing wounds, “One week?”

“You ‘ave a sturdy bowsprit, non? And one’s words, again— dirtiest sea-slattern?”

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(Masterpost)

originally written on cohost 09/03/2024, in response to Make Up A Criminal's prompt:

Pirate who swears she only got into this for lesbian cred and is super sorry

[silverthroatednightingale]

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[jomarchswritingjacket]

if you’re gay then you dream of being at least one of these

feel free to replace gay with bi, pan, lesbian, ace, etc.

(and yes i did delete the original poll so i could add the gay vampire option)

[gravegoer]

i humbly suggest pirate sevika in small letters

thank you for your service

Sail the Seven Seas ☠︎︎

i had this in the works ! you read my mind, we have cowboy sevika, but we absolutely need pirate sevika, i did a little "how you met" before the hcs ! also ill greatfully take any other requests for pirate sevika i love her sm (i hope you appreciate the pirate hat i edited on her lol)

She found you when her crew was raiding a ship, you were kept prisoner in the dark dungeons below deck after the pirates robbed a bar.

Sevika was inclined to leave you there, as she was in a rush. But your pleading eyes convinced her.

She told you to back up and pulled the flimsy metal door right off the hinges. Your only experience with pirates was your former kidnappers.

They were ruthless and had not a care in the world. They were greedy enough to pat you down even though you cried and insisted you had no form of money on you other than the jewelry they had ripped from your limbs.

But after she ripped the door off, she simply walked away, not sparing you a second glance. She set you free, but now what? Were you supposed to swim to land?

You hesitated before running up the old wooden stairs, the faint moonlight beamed on your face. It smelled fresh on deck, no longer having the musky odor of mold and wood filling your nose.

You were also greeted with the sight of the woman that freed you, her back facing you and pointing to crew members, yelling orders. She must be the captain, signified by her detailed hat and especially the way the crew listened to her.

People scurried under her gaze almost cowardly. Boxes were being hauled onto a much bigger ship (which you assumed was hers) over a wooden plank.

She was tall and obviously built. You could tell even though she was adorned with many layers, straps, and belts accentuated her curves and edges. She had a metal prosthetic that looked dangerous. Not only that, but a gun and two swords hung from her waist.

You approached her timidly, the floorboards squeaking under your bare feet. When you sat a hand on her arm, urging her to turn around, she put a larger hand on the hilt of her sword defensively and spun to face you.

At just the force of it, you stumbled back. She was strong. Your eyes widened at her hands, hovering over the holster of her weapon. She spoke, "What are you trying to do?"

Her voice was gruff and demanding, leaving no room for questions. "I don't have anywhere to go," you stated honestly.

"And what do you expect me to do about that."

Although she put on the front of a rough demeanor, her eyes scanned your frame in curiosity. Worn clothes hung from your body, hair a mess, and despite it all, you were quite pretty.

She knew she couldn't take you on a ship with a bunch of men. In her eyes, it was almost as dangerous as leaving you on the ship to fend for yourself.

Almost.

She took you onto her ship with the promise that at the next stop they had, she would drop you off there. Whether or not you knew where you were.

Having no better option, you opted to go with her. She didn't shackle you up or restrain you, knowing you could do little to no harm to her or her crew.

She refused to put you in the berth with other pirates. It was stuffy and cramped, and all in all, no place for you.

So you had a room next to her (and an odd blue haired girl). She said it was fine because it's temporary anyway.

She gave you some clothes that fit, and a pair of shoes to put on your feet. And the room was more than you could ask for. It was spacious and contained a lavish bed.

You assumed it was someone else's room previously as it was already decorated. (Plus, she told you not to meddle in any of the stuff)

Sevika didnt expect you to do anything, thinking you werent fit to operate on a ship so, you were not asked to do any work. In all your boredom you found yourself roaming around the ship, looking at the stuff that was collected in each corner. Some trinkets, belts, broken weapons, etc.

Sevika watched you closely, making sure you didn't have any ulterior motives. Eventually, she realized that you were nothing but curious.

Then she watched you closely to make sure you didn't fall overboard.

At meals, you stuck close by her side, not really knowing anyone on board yet. She gave you things off her plate, saying you looked starved. And you didn't complain. You weren't really fed in the dungeons.

She started to show you around the deck, answering your questions about the sea and her ship. When you started to ask too many questions, she sighed and shook her head, wandering off to attend to her duties.

She was truly a mystery to you, not being able to read her gaze or body language. But what you did know is that she was a ruthless captian. Always having something for her crew to do and ordering them around with her loud, booming voice.

She was intimidating in theory, yes. But towards you, she seemed a bit more.. lenient?

Nontheless, in a few days, you finally arrived at their next destination, and you stepped off the ship with everyone. Taking in the way the ground felt against your feet, no longer swaying from side to side.

You had no idea where you were, and even though it didn't seem like a bad place, you couldn't just start anew again. I mean, how were you supposed to rebuild your whole life?

Sevika sensed your anxiety as you wandered through the streets with her crew. She saw your eyes flick side to side, looking at the buildings and people.

She might regret it, but she couldn't just leave you here.

You were growing more worried by the hour, and when night fell and everyone started back to the docks, you felt lost. You stayed behind, watching them load back onto the ship when you felt a warm hand on your shoulder. "You coming?"

Looking up, you locked eyes with Sevika, her brow was cocked and her lips slightly upturned. "You're letting me stay?" You questioned, in shock.

"Well, the ship is leaving soon, so only if you can make it." She teased.

You hugged her tight, wrapping your arms around her large frame. Her eyes widened in shock, not returning the hug before you ran off to the ship.

HC time !!

Now that you were deemed officially a part of the crew you had work to do, scrubbing the deck was a daily task. Even though other crew members seemed to dread it, you enjoyed smelling the fresh ocean air and feeling the wind on your back.

Sometimes you could feel Sevika's eyes on you as you cleaned, she sat at the helm, supposedly watching everyone. But when you turned around you would lock eyes with her and she would smirk.

When she sent the crew out on missions you grew to never be afraid, picking up on how to use weapons easily and fight alongside other people.

She almost admired this about you, it was like you were a natural. Like you belonged on her ship.

You didn't know what was on her mind most of the time. She was always closed off and didn't converse with anyone on ship except for Jinx, who was obviously closer to her than the rest of the crew.

But one fateful night you ran into her when you couldn't seem to get to sleep

You approached the bow of the ship, watching the moonlight reflect off the waves, and the clouds move with the wind. It was quite beautiful at night even though there wasn't much to look at other than water.

Hearing footsteps behind you, you put a hand to your holster but spun around to see Sevika. Seeing her in this light reminded you of the day you met her, but now you were in front of her, compared to the day she found you.

"Up so late?" She questioned, her voice indicated she had waken up recently.

"Yeah, I couldn't fall asleep," You let your guard down again and leaned against the wood, hand cradling your face as you stared back into the sea.

"Y'know.. I didn't think you had it in you." She commented.

"Had what in me?" You chuckled, "The guts to be a pirate?"

You talked for a long while after that, the sun hit the horizon by the time you said your goodbyes. You had a feeling that Sevika wouldn't be a mystery to you for much longer.

Eventually, she would come around to teach you how to fight properly, as you mostly fought based off of what you saw others do. She held your body close to hers, helping you mimic her movements. Feeling the buckles of her belts on your back, the coldness of her metal arm on your waist.

As a matter of fact she taught you a lot of things, like how to steer the ship: putting her hands over yours, pointing in the direction of where to go. Teasing you when your hands got tired, and taking over for you, letting you stand between her and the wheel.

She joined you in the crows nest, sitting beside you on the railing with a hand on your back, making sure you didn't fall. She would direct your telescope to look at nearby land or into the horizon.

You had a lot of talks up there.

Sometimes, the crew wondered what was going on between you two, as you were practically always together. (She denies all allegations.. for now)

She taught you how to wield a sword and fought with you for fun. Letting you win from time-to-time, you knew she let you. I mean, there's no way you'd be able to pin Sevika to the wooden deck without a struggle.

You would catch her sleeping on the helm, her feet kicked up on a chair and her hat on her face. As punishment, you would take her hat and keep it until morning. Then, prancing around the next day with it on, commanding the crew jokingly, pretending to be her.

When she finally caught you, she would sweep you up and take the hat right off your head, chuckling at your mischievousness. Sometimes, she would let you wear her hat, only if you promised not to lose it.

After particularly stressful missions, the crew would throw a small party for their winnings, needing time to wind down. You grew accustomed to the crew, even making a few friends with unlikely people.

You and Jinx drank a bit together and danced around on the table, singing sea shanties loudly. But eventually, Sevika would catch you all. And make you clean up. (But not before having a drink herself)

And it was almost a nightly routine to go up to the deck and talk once everyone was asleep, gazing into the moon with her. It felt natural. You felt like you belonged.

God i love her, i dream about her I swear. I love pirates... and I love sevika, pls send in more pirate sevika asks i wanna do a siren one too ngl maybe how Sevika isnt drawn in by your siren call because the captain is a woman AUGHHHHH

[fayrobertsuk]

I've just learned that apparently the others warmed up to this by talking about Supernatural before going on air. By contrast, I blundered into the audience ten minutes after the thing had started, lightly shoved there by one of my partners, and ended up... well, the above is a fairly representative sample, to be fair. But more PG.

Here’s some highlights from the Trice Forgotten second anniversary stream! Thank you so much to @zeus-japonicus , @fayrobertsuk , Ashley Goh, Rebecca Brough and Tim Meredith for joining me!

[milsae]

Rose, Pepper, and Rose

[tubbytarchia]

Liau drew such an awesome salmon merPearl that I couldn't help but do the same because I can't stop thinking about her (also I turned it into Gempearl of course)

[jmitchelldraws]

Ah, the sea!

[butch4milfs]

Oh, you hit me once, I hit you back

You gave a kick, I gave a slap

You smashed a plate over my head

Then I set fire to our bed

A kick in the teeth is good for some

A kiss with a fist is better than none

[crtki]

more art hello void !! this is my pirate oc sidra who gets turned into a siren <3 (she/her)

[dykealloy]

ikkaku living her best life