Jack has quite the attraction toward pretty boys in powdered wigs and particular notes of finery – be it a Navy uniform, a particular manner of bearing or just general out of his league-ness and absolutely bad idea tattooed in an ink only he can see prominently upon their foreheads.
He absolutely loves foreplay after swimming – wet bodies is quite a pleasure to him, though he is not opposed to oiled ones – massaged with nice aromas until muscles are warm and pliant beneath the hand can also be a wonderful experience provided it is followed rather immediately by a swim – he’s not all that fond of being oily after it becomes practical to be so.
Driving his partner insane. He absolutely loves frustrating his beloved – sexually and otherwise, admittedly. He does enjoy doing what he can to push buttons in the bedroom – be it to earn something unexpectedly endearing like a request or to find the tables abruptly turned and the power stripped from his hands matters little to him – what brings him joy is vexing his love until they reach the point of making action.
Muharrem is a very tactile person – as a general rule he gravitates toward those who hold a similar nature and brushes against them, leans alongside them and generally acquires much of his need for human connection through their company.
Hand holding is something that is completely normal to him – and while he has learned among the English it is absolutely not the done thing, he generally finds individuals who crave simple human connections like he does and manages to clasp hands with those he becomes close to rather regularly. For him this is nothing more than a friendly action and there is nothing untoward about it.
That said, there are certain kinds of touching that can lead to oft-unintended arousal – such as clasping his leg or laying a hand on the small of his back. Both of these are deeply intimate gestures in his culture, and indicative to him of seduction and attraction that – if one is not clear – could lead to misunderstanding as surely as it could to bliss.
Muharrem is deeply moved by massage, as it is both an intimacy and a kindness – due to his stances on leg touching, having his thighs and calves massaged is sure to turn this man into a heated puddle beneath one’s palms quite easily.
Light sensations – such as a feather or a ribbon being trailed along the skin – can be deeply rousing for him, especially around his neck and collarbone – and inner thighs. His breathing tends to deepen as he loses himself to the sensation of his body tightening and rippling under these administrations – goosebumps are enticing to him, and he enjoys being tormented and teased in a manner that borders upon the masochistic during slower and sweeter evenings. On more demanding nights however, being denied orgasm during action drives him absolutely wild, and he loves it dearly.
Muharrem enjoys praise, and can be turned into a proper puddle with the right words whispered to him at the most opportune moment.
Julia loves looking down at her partner – she has a thing for having her hands in their hair and moderately controlling them while they go down on her, and she prefers her partners to be aroused by things such as hair pulling and slight clawing because frankly if there is to be pain during intimate activity it must be enjoyable for all parties or it is simply not welcome at all.
She is also terrible in the fact that she deeply enjoys accidental friction – the sort of sexual tension formed when unexpected things happen and bodies collide without rhyme or intention. She’s an enormous flirt and moments like these have a means of escalating so beautifully she’s even considered contriving them – before ultimately deciding it is nowhere near as fun than what might happen with genuine surprise in play for all parties.
“Clearly I didn’t,” The words were spat out before he could think, “Or this – none of this – would be a fucking issue right now.” If he had done his best he wouldn’t have gotten sucked in on the mad scheme to begin with. He didn’t even know why he was telling Flint all of this, when the best he could hope for was the man getting incensed enough to storm back to the Walrus and demand his fucking job back – rendering Silver useless in the process, no doubt.
There was nothing to gain in revealing failures to this man – but at the same time he honestly couldn’t tell any longer if the crew was so much to lose. They were hardly good men – not that Silver himself could boast any better now – and as it stood the only real value they offered was in the value they gave to Silver, which was a terrible thing he always had to fight and lie and cheat and steal to maintain. It was that, or pity, and that was not a medicine he intended to swallow any time soon.
“I see two paths before me,” He shifted, managing to contain a grimace as the ache in his leg spiked all the way to his hip with the motion, going quiet a moment as he forced himself to breathe through it – making it look like it was for effect rather than adjustment to the searing light in his fucking skull. “Either I lie, and claim repairs for the ship under the wing and prayer of hope that nobody questions why we were in a position to be hounded by 24-pounders in the first place – or, I wash my hands of all this and play the same card as you. And right now that latter idea is looking mighty appealing.”
The Walrus maintained itself in Nassau under the bullshit premise that everyone aboard that ship was now a merchant for ‘His Majesty’ through the ordinance of one Woodes Rogers. So long as that remained true, there was no hard feelings apparently. Of course any act of piracy done by those who now bore those pardons meant hanging without trial, and no pirate ship was packing 24-pound guns anywhere in this area.
Some of mister majesty’s frigates, however….
Silver sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. It had been foolish for any man to think the Walrus capable of taking that damn ship, regardless of the wealth of the prize aboard her he should have deterred the men better, rather than letting the damn quartermaster rile them up. If he’d tried harder in that moment none of them would be in this position now, and some part of him honestly hated how easy and tempting it still was to run off and abandon them all to their twisted fates.
“Or alternatively,” The words seemed to fight their way past the grit of his teeth, his reluctance was so great, “I could do both.”
atoll: if your muse could go anywhere, without any restrictions whatsoever, where would they go? why would they go there?
Even though it has been sixteen years since he has seen her shores – and the last time he was there, all that which he knew and valued had been destroyed – Silver still considers Spain to be his home. If he thought he could return there without being held accountable for his father’s crimes against the aristocracy, he would not hesitate to return to the place where he was born and raised.
black:does your muse have a ‘bucket list?’ list some things your muse wants to accomplish before they die.
All of the goals Silver had in his past were designed and chosen for him. His mother had intentions for him – and his father broke him down and molded him into the precursor of what would one day be Silver. When it comes to being on his own, Silver took a great deal of time coming into his own – but ultimately, what he wants most in life is to regain what he lost.
He understands that his mother and grandmother will never stand at his side again, that his friends no longer know his face if they even survived the assault, and that even the servants who helped raise him are gone forever. What he longs for is a sense of security, a community that he can truly trust where he can be himself – and learn who he is without manipulations and masks to survive behind. A place where he matters, and where those around him mean the world.
In essence, he wants to find a home again, one that has a foundation of trust and care rather than deceit and self interests. He just isn’t certain that it is possible – and in the end, settles for what he considers to be the nearest thing. The crew of the Walrus care about him, even if there is no real trust to be found and everything is about a careful balance of charisma and control. It’s not a family, and it’s not a home – but it is security as long as it is maintained and it is something he can call his own – so it is good enough.
new leaf:what message would your muse send to their past self, if any?
Run.
The moment where Silver feels his life truly altered was when he saw the flames of his former home and raced his horse toward them. He had been out for training when the attack came, as the report from his father’s spy had maintained – he was never meant to see what had been done. He was meant to be deceived, convinced his mother wanted this new life for him, and manipulated through letters from a dead woman into behaving the way the Hope family desired.
Instead, he raced into the midst of the carnage, managed to bypass lingering soldiers who were ensuring that their victims were indeed dead and neither stunned nor faking, and find what remained of his mother and grandmother amid their escape party. He was too ravaged by the sight to think of doing anything but holding his mother and begging her to be alright, promising her he’d get help, to think of running. He was dragged from her side and when his screaming became vexing enough, he was knocked out.
If he were to give any advice to his past self, it would be to turn his horse and flee for the nearby city, to run as fast as he could for soldiers and men who could have, would have – stood between himself and the English that day. Had he run, had he been able to find a way to fight – he would still be among his people, he would be with an uncle or even an aunt, and he would never have seen English shores. Nor, would he have ever seen what truly happened that day, and spend the remainder of his life haunted by women in stained dresses.
peacock blue: is your muse honest? what sorts of lies do they tell, if not?
Gates is a painfully honest man, which stands out rather notably when he is contrasted by someone as dishonest as Flint is capable of being. It is due to the depths of his integrity that the men trust him so much – and unfortunately more often than not, the lies he tells tend to be spoken in an effort to protect Flint or ( more frequently still ) Flint’s interests.
reddish brass:how likely is your muse to step up and take the role of a leader? are they willing to take the challenge, or are they more apt to being a follower?
Gates is a natural leader who is completely content to not be doing that – when he notices a gap in control he fills it because efficiency is how he operates and he doesn’t have a lot of patience for lackadaisical efforts. He has no issue taking the reigns and pulling things under control – not to mention when it comes to delegation he could straight up be in parliament he is so good at it – but ultimately he just prefers not to – so while yes he will when needs must, more often than not he prefers to follow.
tea orange: what is something that your muse is fascinated with?
Flint, honestly – if the man were not so capable of amusing and yes, fascinating Gates he would never have reached a point where Gates stood as his confidant. They wouldn’t be captain and quartermaster – Gates would never have backed him, and he would have left the ship with the old captain if Flint managed the votes anyway. Without the core fact that Flint intrigues and impresses Gates in turns, there would be no foundation for their friendship to form, let alone maintain itself.
@oceanfoamed ( I’m going to do Charles because I can’t not look at your blog url and automatically think iguanas xD )
My Opinion on;
Character in general: Charles Vane, boi howdy. Here was a character that I thought I would love to hate. That I very much did hate with vitriol until BS decided to throw one of many curve balls at me and give me some of the best character development I’ve ever had the pleasure of witnessing. If nothing else, that show does not cater to traditional linear character dev (in the first two seasons), and I really enjoyed it. How they play them: Are you kidding me? A+++ but I’m not surprised since you’re one of my favourite writers. It’s the little attention to detail. How you flesh out careless lines or actions in the show and give them meaning. I already love your portrayal of Charles, it feels like Charles, with much more depth than the show ever gave him and it’s so refreshing. I am so excited to read more of Charles (and your other characters for that matter). Your headcanons are interesting and so IC. The Mun: Excuse me while I write a novel of great length. Lol. Okay, I’ll try and keep it brief. You my dear friend, are an absolute treasure. You are fun to chat to, fun to rp with, fun to read your rp with other characters, fun to read yo headcanons… etc. etc. You have extended my vocabulary with the best of the best terminologies (skitterdash), and you have taught me to be a better writer. The fact we can fall in and out of contact and find each other again like oh hey and it’s like there was never that intermediate period is such a wholesome thing. I appreciate you immensely ❤
Do I:
RP with them: Yas. Want to RP with them: Obviously xD Do I ship our muses? Uh. Idk if Charles and Patrick would really be the cuddly types of people but, maybe some kind of platonic brotherhood thing. If Charles can get over how weird Patrick is. And if Patrick will ever let go of the iguana thing. A song for our muses: hmmm. Idk them together too well yet. So have this delightful treat. I think it sums up their interaction pretty well so far xD
What is my;
Overall Opinion: A++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Love the blog, love the muses, love the mun. Yes indeed kids, we have a winner right here.
**Note: Mun’s answer are all to be completely honest. Don’t send url if you don’t want brutal honesty
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