🤒 – caring for them when sick/injured | TF’s Joji to Charles

{ Nonverbal Starters }

It was not unusual for Jack to leave someone he trusted to look after Charles at times like these – only generally speaking the one he trusted up until most recently had been Anne. The few times both he and Anne had been out of commission like this, Jack had found a way to tend to them both personally while managing the ship – which was of course among the many reasons Charles kept the man so close regardless of the way others so frequently doubted him.

Now, it seemed there was another that had managed to earn the trust of Jack and the respect of Anne enough to be entrusted with Charles while he was in a vulnerable state. Knowing that this man had their trust was the only thing that kept him calm as Joji handed over the basin he needed to wash up with. He liked this one well enough – he was skillful as he was silent, and he had a no nonsense attitude Charles could get behind. 

Still, he was watchful as he washed up, the water quickly turning murky from the dirt and the blood that caked his hands and arms from the fight. This was a shift in routine for him, and one that he felt was understandable to be somewhat wary of. 

The worst of the mess washed off, he sat down and debated the merits of this – with a man who did not speak there was little to learn, at least through speech. Instead, Charles nudged the chair before him with his foot, indicating the man should take a seat. He had skin that needed sewing – might as well put the man to the task, and see how well he took to it.

“Would you mind if I kissed you?” [ for thomas! ;v; ]

{ Sinday Memes }

It was novel, to be asked something so intimate. He understood the hesitation – it had been years, and even in their prime James had never truly been one for the more daring of physical initiatives. He blossomed under the attentions, in ways that had enraptured Thomas to the point it felt as if every waking hour was consumed with thoughts of the naval officer that had eased so unexpectedly into the depths of his heart. 

It had been so much more than physical then – it was a desire of a different sort that had stirred them together to begin with. The desire for a mind to challenge, for scintillating conversation and above all else, for entertainment had been the draw at first. The more they circled one another’s orbits, the more those desires had drawn forth hidden depths until finally the line between enthusiasm and passion had been crossed.

Thomas had never forgotten those sweet moments, no more than he had lost the memory of the heat that could build between himself and the man before him. There were days now when he sought to stoke it – days when he did all he could to rile James up solely so that he could feel warm again. Whole, in the completion James could bring to him – and there were days when it cost him something to be touched at all. He ran hot and cold so often now it was a wonder James put up with him at all. A wonder that he had learned to ask – to see where he was when Thomas still forgot so often when his own torments were distracting him.

Realizing he had been silent too long, Thomas reached up and gently brushed his fingers against the man’s jaw. Stubble met him – rough and scratchy beneath his fingertips – and he raised his brows a bit as if to wonder if James had only asked this time because he knew how Thomas felt about beard rub. His lips twitched, the thought alone chasing away the last of his melancholy as he assured quietly, “You don’t have to ask today – though if this is here tomorrow,” He tapped a stubbled cheek, “I will dodge you on sheer protest.”    

“You know, the idiom he knew it like the palm of his hand always confused me as a child – there’s so many lines in one’s palm to memorize. As I grew older, however, it occured to me that perhaps the intention of that particular phrase was a more intimate one all along.”

“Perhaps you need to have a little bit more faith in people.” || Jack to Stephen!!

{ Black Sails Starters }

The dubious look on Stephen’s features likely spoke volumes in and of itself, all things considered. “I have plenty of faith in people.” His tone was a little bland as he returned his attention to the books before him, carefully notating his thoughts in the margins as he continued, “When it comes to the lengths of human stupidity, there is surely no limit to what they can manage.” 

He glanced up, knowing full well his jovial and naive counterpart would not take kindly to such a pessimistic outlook. “As for the kind of faith you require – I think I shall leave it to the men to hold on to such hopes. Their prayers grant them ease of mind and I would not take it from them – but I am not a man who is comforted by anything short of facts and figures, Jack. I cannot blindly believe – especially not when the numbers and the history behind them stack up like this.”

He shook his head, and stoppered his quill before he ended up making a spot on the paper. He knew that Jack’s enthusiasm was like a hurricane to these men – something that blew through and stirred them all into action as if to do anything but heed the winds would lead to sheer disaster. Yet all Stephen could see was pride, a catastrophic loss in profit and men, and an ambition that could yet see them all ruined. 

“The results speak for themselves,” He stated tiredly, “But if you believe faith and hope will pull us through this, who am I to argue? We both know I’m no sailor, so by all means, carry on.” He huffed irritably, “It’s not as if I can stop you.” He’d sworn not to be bitter – and here he was, chewing bile all the same. It was phenomenal, the way this man could rile him in a fucking minute when he put his mind to it. 

“You have something in your hair, umm… Do you want me to get it out?” || FOR BABY FROM WILLEM BECAUSE I HAVE NO SHAME

{ Sinday Memes }

Elijah went still immediately – something in his hair could very well mean alive – and the last thing he wanted was a bug crawling around on him. He’d never admit to it if he could avoid doing so, but he was not the bravest of men when it came to insects. 

“Ah – please,” He offered a flicker of a smile, his gratitude palpable as he kept himself from tearing his wig off in sheer panic by nothing more than the force of his will and his complete and utter faith in Willem’s ability to manage the situation admirably. 

“Could not have been easy coming here. Must have taken great strength.” [ for surgeon!abigail ]

{ Black Sails Starters } 

“You speak as though you left me any choice but this life I am now bound to,” Abigail’s soft tones had died in the same fires that stole away all she had ever known. The words were clipped as they were cold, leaving no doubt that whatever strength she had found had not come from kind places. 

Tapping her fingers idly against the table, her gaze finally lifted to meet his, unafraid and calm in a den of pirates when not so long ago, the mere sight of an ill dressed man could have filled her entire being with terror. “I suppose I could have died – that certainly would have been a cleaner end to the Charlestown chapter of your career, I am sure.” 

Soft lips curved into a smile that held the echoes of her past life – falsely pretty, an expression meant to placate older gentlemen when her words were too rash, reminding them she was little more than a silly girl who knew nothing of what she spoke of. Yet there was something sharp and brittle in the corners of her lips, as if poison welled in the corners and lay in wait for the prime opportunity to strike. 

“My refusal to perish could be strength – or it could simply be stubbornness. My father was a notoriously stubborn man,” The tapping stopped, and she did not yield in that moment, nor did she shy away from bringing up her father to this man in particular. If anything, it seemed a bald faced challenge – a test, though of what only she could tell. “So I imagine I would come by it honestly, if that were the case.”

She leaned back, surveying the room behind him, the sounds of men as they ate and drank, enjoying their time ashore, providing ample ambiance to what could have been a volatile conversation. Yet her body language was at ease, as if whatever she and Flint were discussing happened to be as light as the laughter rising from a nearby gambling table, or the disjointed singing at the bar courtesy of several sailors having enjoyed a bit too much of their gold in rum. 

“Personally I don’t attribute my return here to strength, Mr. Flint, so much as opportunity. Considering the reputation I now carry, honest work in my field is rather difficult to come by – at least in any lasting sense. All it would take is one fool to recognize me, and I’d be back to the gallows.” She wondered if he even knew what they said about her, or if she had been as unremarkable to him as every other innocent who had suffered his wrath that day. In the end she supposed it didn’t matter. His remorse or lack thereof would change nothing. “It seemed to me the wisest course to take. If I am to live my life this way I might as well come to the place that started it all and make them pay for it.” 

Here, she laughed, as if only just realizing the other meaning those words could carry. “In gold, of course. I still have to eat, after all, and I find there’s little profit to be made in vengeance. I can’t remember who taught me that, but I do recall it to be a rather unforgettable lesson.” Her expression held no innocence – there was no question where she picked up that particular bit of wisdom, after all. 

obscurewitchboy:

TOUCH MEME

send a symbol for my muse to react to yours…
(or add +reverse for my muse to touch yours)

VIOLENT

🔪 – stabbing them

👊 – punching them

✋ – slapping them in the face

👞 – kicking them

🎀 – pulling their hair

FLUFFY/FRIENDLY

🍭 – stroking their hair

🖐 – high fiving them

🤝 – holding their hand

👄– kissing them on their [place of choice]

👐 – hugging them

💅 – painting their [finger/toe] nails 

🤧 – comforting them when crying

🤒 – caring for them when sick/injured

💃 – dancing with them

👗 – adjusting their clothes

👒 – brushing their hair

NSFW

👋 – spanking them on the booty

💋 – giving them an open mouth kiss

👅 – giving them a love bite on [place of choice]

✌️ – fingering them/jerking them off
💦 – eating them out

💫 – pulling their hair

🔥 – grinding against them

💧 – bathing them

Manhandling symbol starters

rp-memes-atyourservice:

Send one for your muse to…

★ – drag my muse by the arm
⁂ – grab my muse by the front of their shirt, possibly shoving them back
✱ – take my muse by the hips to carefully move them out of their way
➜ – smack my muse upside the head
⌧ – grip my muse by the back of the neck
© – put a hand on my muse’s back to steer them somewhere
✂ – point sternly at a chair and tell my muse to sit down
✉ – push my muse back down when they try to get out of bed (perhaps involving illness, injury, or sleep deprivation)
☛ – press a finger to my muse’s lips to shut them up
♚ – put a hand on my muse’s knee while sitting next to them, to discourage them from standing up
♧ – slap my muse’s hand away from something they shouldn’t touch
♦ – grab my muse’s hair and yank
♤ – slam a door shut before my muse can leave the room
♞ – physically pick my muse up and carry them
♭ –

grip my muse’s jaw to make them look yours in the eye
♨ – rub my muse down with a sponge/wet cloth 
☀ – pin my muse with their arms behind their back

☠ – slam my muse into a wall
☾ – wrestle/pin my muse to the ground

Add as much or as little context as you’d like!

“/Your/ future is dripping down the drain.” [ for s1-s2 silver! ]

{ HAMILTON STARTERS }

Because he couldn’t figure that much out on his own, apparently. He was starting to think this entire venture was more mess than it was worth – but as it was he had no choice at this juncture but to play nice. He was on a ship in the middle of the fucking ocean and the only thing keeping him alive was the information inside his head. There might be something else he could bargain, but the very idea made his skin crawl – which left the lesser of two devils, in the form of playing nice with a monster of a man. 

One thing that was refreshing about Flint was that he didn’t conceal his monstrosity, or pretend it wasn’t a part of him. He didn’t fuck around – when he was pissed, there was no game to figure out. Blunt instruments like this were easier to work with than the kind of men he was used to maneuvering, so there was that at least. 

“Alright – it’s not like we didn’t establish earlier that I’m not, exactly, a cook.” How was he supposed to know you weren’t supposed to use butter as an oil substitute with that particular fish? The fact he even knew butter could serve as a substitute at all was because Randall had shoved it at him last week. “I mean – I should not have been unsupervised.”

He held up his hands placatingly, “On the plus side of all this – I do know how to fish. So I can get more.” Theoretically, anyway.