Name someone you want to be friends with even though you know it wouldn’t work out – Silver from @harriedwritings

After some quiet consideration, the answer is succinct as it is poignant. “Joji.”

FMK for Jandro: Flint, Billy, and Joji

“And it what universe am I to suppose myself capable of killing any one of those men?” Jandro knew his limits and capabilities, and in a fight between himself and any of the proposed, the only one sure to die would be himself. Theoreticals only worked as far as reality could be stretched to accommodate them.

“Marry – Billy,” He had something like a marriage with him already, and it was probably the only universe where he felt truly himself, and truly safe, which made this the only honest answer he could give.

“I have – leverage on Flint that might make him pause long enough I could shoot him.” The words were distasteful on his tongue. “So – I guess fuck Joji, though that seems about as liable to kill me as trying to shoot Flint.”

🤔 + Silver + “Who was Solomon Little?”

{ Truth Serum }

Damn that witches’ brew – he ought to have known better than to drink anything offered him by an Obeah woman, least of all one who appeared to be in good spirits with the captain. There was no other reason for him to suddenly feel truth falling from his lips, when within that truth lay secrets and implications that could cut too close to things he never wanted this man to know.

“He was the man in charge of my English indoctrination, and the first person I ever truly feared. Nevertheless his lessons have proved themselves – invaluable.” He opened his eyes, feeling somehow liberated from his compulsion, enough so to inquire wryly, “I take it you ask because his is the only name I have spoken that ties to any history I might have, and I’ve used it twice.”

It was his hope to distract Flint now – if anything could stir him up from this downward slump of his, Silver did not doubt the promise of an enormous purse would do the trick. The less Flint knew of him, even now in his apparent defeat, the better.

△ + Silver + What does the name ‘John Silver’ mean to you? 👀

{ Invasive Questions }

For the most fleeting of moments, he wondered if somehow Flint knew. There was no fucking way for that to be possible – but the man had a way of getting the world to revolve around him that it was only too easy to imagine the truth coming to him in a dream or some other bullshit.

Glancing off, he feigned a thoughtfulness he didn’t actually feel as he responded frankly, “It’s my name. Am I supposed to feel something particular about it?” He had no more chose this one than he had any other – but arguably, it was the name under which he had made the most decisions without direction or command from anyone else.

There were days when he hated this life even more than the last one, but what good was there in getting pissed about it? Things were what they were – either he adapted to meet them, or he perished in the wake of the challenge. There was nothing to consider here.

“John Silver is me. If you’re asking what I think of myself, I think we both know I am my one truest and most loyal supporter. Beyond that, what else is there?”

Silver: Smash or pass + Joji. how do you feel about The Ship Buffet.

{ Smash or Pass }

“I think we have established by now that I am rather fond of living,” Silver pointed out flatly. Joji may not be a man of many words, but Silver knew when someone didn’t like him – especially now that so many people did. Sure, if he had a shot, he might consider it, but he wasn’t fucking stupid. “Pass.”

Silver: Smash or Pass one (1) bearded carrot whose personal demons may or may not influence reality. Tell me your thoughts you fucking serpent.

{ Smash or Pass }

“Pass,” There is no hesitation, no question in his mind about where he fell on this particular regard. “The only thing that could be gained from smashing him is more tragedy – and frankly, I have no interest in affording him any belief that he possesses something worth taking away. Our relationship spawned out of a mutual understanding that he was in my best interest – so long as that is true, I remain in the vicinity of his shadow – but I am not so foolish as to step willingly into his darkness. The moment he believes he holds leverage, he makes use of it until the pressure becomes so insurmountable, even the strongest people have shattered under his relentless idealism and recklessness. One way or another, those who get close to that man die – and I think I have made it abundantly clear I have no intention of doing that for any cause.”

❌❌❌ Silver?

{ Sunday Kinkuisition }

Silver’s sexual deviancies are as much a mystery to him as they are to me outside of the nature of his sexuality, so this will instead cover things he does not enjoy simply because he only has one basis for comparison. With only one sexual encounter to go off you’d think he wouldn’t really know much – but when that one encounter consists of five whores – boy, talk about your crash course education.

Not a big fan of more than three people at any given time. When it was himself and two of the girls, he was able to keep an eye on what was happening and participate accordingly – additional parties made this increasingly difficult, and caused him to feel less like he was involved in something and more like he was being used for something.
He was overwhelmed and considered it to be far too many things to keep track of – even without the additional factors in play of making sure he wasn’t robbed or attacked, and his heightened paranoia at the time, he understood well enough that he was not a big fan of a party of four or more.
Not an enormous fan of breasts – mainly because he has no idea what he is supposed to be doing with them, and while he is easy to direct in stimulating them they don’t really do anything for him. Being pressed face first into a bosom honestly just makes him wonder if he is being smothered – he literally has that high a level of interest in that portion of the female anatomy.
Not interested in anything that restricts his movement. I honestly cannot say if this changes when trust is involved but based on everything I know about this boy I would hazard a guess that the answer is still no – especially as by the time he establishes that kind of trust with anyone, his mobility is already impacted heavily by his amputation, and that is something that is a point of concern for him until the day he dies.

❌❌❌ [ for long schlong “johnnyboy” silver ]

{ Sunday Kinkuisition }

I guess now would be a fantastic time to announce the logistics here. Juan was stolen from Spain when he was eleven – obviously he was not having sex at that age. He was then broken down and fashioned into a representative for his father’s family – not married though, which means – you guessed it – at the ripe age of twenty-one, the man who would become John Silver straight up lost his virginity to five whores in Nassau.

His introduction to the more carnal aspects of life was – if nothing else – enlightening. He learned more about what he didn’t like than about what he did – but if nothing else we do have a basis for what he isn’t into. I have another kinkuisition for him where I will cover those – here, I will talk about the things he learned were enjoyable.

Hair pulling, but carefully – as a signal, or as a tightened grip in the middle of pleasure – is very welcome. Controlling his head, yanking, or pulling hard will cause him to buck, swat, and get angry and defensive quickly.
Nails drawing lightly over skin – as more a teasing, almost tickling sensation – is very enjoyable. The more pressure there is, the less he tends to enjoy it however.
Kissing. There were exactly 0 bad experiences with that, so he’s determined he likes it very much.

atoll: if your muse could go anywhere, without any restrictions whatsoever, where would they go? why would they go there? / black: does your muse have a ‘bucket list?’ list some things your muse wants to accomplish before they die. / new leaf: what message would your muse send to their past self, if any? / [ for silver! ]

{ Colorful Headcanons }

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.

Frog for Silver, Tom Pullings, Daniel, Charles, and Muharrem

{ Detailed Headcanons }

Frog: Does your muse make any strange noises? Or do they do anything relatively strange with their mouth unknowingly?

Silver mm’s on occasion as a means of indicating disapproval, though he has for the most part come to utilize this rarely since learning the power of a look. He has learned that thinning his lips and tilting his head just right – with the slightest flinch of his nose, as if in silent snarl is perhaps the most effective tool in his arsenal for controlling the men without so much as a fucking word.

Thomas licks his lips when he wishes to draw attention to them – it is only semi-conscious, and may in fact not be so overt. He is also known to simply suck his bottom lip between his teeth for the same effect, or to draw them down in a notable pout. His lips are very expressive and a good means of determining his mood – provided of course, he is not distracted by his libido at the time.

An imperious air has been part of Gillette’s upbringing from day one. He has mastered a non-expression that he typically sticks to more often than not, but particularly when listening to reports or attending to business. In these times, his chin may jut out slightly in an unspoken and commanding manner whilst his lips thin in what appears to be displeasure – this, in truth, enables him to keep from smiling when men falter over themselves in the face of such stern countenance.

Charles’ voice is in and of itself a strange thing. Many often believe his growly tones are affected for the sake of intimidation – however, after prolonged exposure one will come to realize that this is the effect of violence done unto him that has permanently affected his vocal chords.

This, as a result, can add to interesting effects based on what he is trying to convey – his laughter has been known to rasp into soundlessness, for example, and his shouts have been known to crack on occasion as well.

This latter one is rare, but has happened enough that he has learned to master a loud bark that pushes his throat to the limit of its capacity without reaching that point, as opposed to the type of roaring bellow one might expect from such a lionesque man.

While a generally affable man, Muharrem is known to flash his teeth in a predatory fashion once incensed – forming his words in an aggressive manner that bares them frequently, as if at any moment he may well fly for the vulnerable flesh of his opponent’s throat.

Interestingly, after this event he may be noted to smile more frequently at the individual who angered him – which to many may appear to be a sign that peace has been achieved. His smile baring teeth is not a friendly gesture – this, too, is a sign of continued aggression. It is only when Muharrem smiles without a hint of teeth that he is showing true softness, and pleasure in your company.