⚖ – SCALES – how well they balance their good and bad impulses [ for hamilton! ]

Resisting temptation has never been one of Thomas’ virtues. When he has an impulse to do something – regardless of whether it happens to be “good” or “bad” chances are he will simply do it or find a means in which to do it that will not rouse suspicion or controversy as a result. Once he gets an idea in his head, he is like a dog with a bone and won’t stop gnawing at it until he gets what he wants from it – so while he may control himself in the moment of the impulse itself, chances are mighty that he will revisit the idea at a later time.

‘it seems she lost her way.’ [ @ abigail, perhaps talking about one of her stories ;v; ]

{ Elixir For Existence }

The observation draws Abigail into a momentary reverie, recalling for herself the demons exorcised into the book he had chosen to discuss. There was no denying that

Jeanne was a troubled woman – her methods of dealing with the demons that haunted her were violent and angry, the sort of things that people attributed more to pirates than to gentile women.

“She finds her path,” Abigail’s assurance is quiet, thoughtful. “It is perhaps not the right one – but then, even good people can make terrible choices. What defines them is not the fact that they got lost but rather – I think – what they do once they realize they have allowed themselves to get tangled in the dark. That is the mark of what makes a person good or bad – we are all capable of great acts in either direction, but the moment we choose deliberately to take a side – that is the moment that truly shapes us.”

❌❌❌ [ for abigail! ]

{ Sunday Kinkuisition }

Body worship. Though she wouldn’t register it as such, Abigail is an exceptionally attentive partner and has a habit of committing every touch to memory. She has an inquisitive mind, and exploring her partner’s form is something that comes naturally to her as loving them does – to know the ways to best bring them pleasure is of course an objective somewhere in her mind, but at the core of it all the anchoring sensation of touch is what she craves the most, and for that reason she will spend hours simply mapping her lover with her hands and lips if they will indulge her.
Dominance/Submission – though she doesn’t know it at this juncture, there is something empowering about having a certain measure of control in the bedroom – admittedly from either partner, be it her own command or the direction of her lover. Abigail finds there is as much strength in submission as there is in control, which makes her quite versatile when it comes to such elements.
Emotional Acceptance. Abigail is motivated first and foremost by her heart – to be able to laugh or cry and know that either action is a safe one – that there is love enough in the room to overcome an awkward or silly moment, to clasp on to when the storms inside cloud over the pleasure for a time – is probably one of the most important things in the world for Abigail.

wHY WOULD YOU RB THAT FLINT IS D E A D

For the entertainment!

❌❌❌ [ for thomas of the hamilton variety ]

{ Sunday Kinkuisition }

Thomas is an adventurous person – particularly when it comes to bedroom affairs – and is generally looking for means of increasing pleasure for himself and his partner(s) that can go beyond what many would consider the norm. He finds inspiration from many sources, including those partners themselves – and among the things he has tried, some of his favorite things include:

Titles as endearments in sexual scenarios ( lord / lieutenant )
Dominance – controlling his partner’s movements, eliminating their sight in order to focus their attentions to their bodies and the thrill of simply not knowing, limiting his partner’s ability to climax, marking and verbal commands. The only thing he will not lay limit on is his partner’s ability to communicate or breathe.
Mirrors. As much for his own vanity as a desire to have his partner see themselves, and the overall lewdness of the actions they partake in together – as well as the beauty.

❌❌❌ [ for [s]iguana man[/s] vane! ]

{ Sunday Kinkuisition }

Charles won’t generally say anything about it unless he happens to trust his partner – and as more often than not his partners are flings, prostitutes, or Eleanor, the whole trust factor is just. Not something that tends to be in play – although it can be vouched that in that one verse where Joji’s on the Ranger, Charles did discuss this with him because he’d reached that level where he was considered more than just valuable, or an occasional friend-with-benefits, but one of Charles actual people.
That said, the fact is Charles hates being pinned down or held down in any way and will always flip the situation around to put himself on top or at an angle where he cannot be maneuvered or forced into a compromising position. This stems from years of seeing and registering the dangers of being the bottom party, of having been tackled down too many times, of having his autonomy stripped away so goddamn often there were times when he wondered what the point of standing up again even was.

While there is no certainty that being pinned will trigger him off, he prefers to avoid the risk altogether thanks to enough bad experiences to know what he finds comfortable and what he doesn’t. Because of this, he is always the big spoon – but in truth, he has learned to trust partners enough to be the little one – and frankly he prefers it, but he’d never own that in any particular fashion, so much as simply find ways to adjust to it in natural ways the same way he controls how pinned he feels.
Charles loves the soft curves of women and finds their company to be pleasurable – more often than not he tends to just enjoy the feel of them tucked against his sides though. He’s always ready to go – if a partner wants to fuck he does not need a lot of stimulation – which is why he cherishes moments where it isn’t about the fucking, and is just about the contact.
He likes holding women – and he likes being held by men, which is a direct contradiction to his pinning issue, but he finds ways to make it work. He rather hates the emptiness when casual partners leave, but at the same time he knows he will not have to work hard to replace them, so he tends to rebound easily enough.
Pet him. I think we covered this once before but – seriously, this man loves being petted when he feels secure.

❌❌❌ [ 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.

❌❌❌ [ for thomas. of the PULLINGS variety, SURPRISE, ]

{ Sunday Kinkuisition }

Now that we’re both done giggling at that unintended pun —

Thomas is attracted to men of good humor and vigorous living – he cannot stand to be still, to live a life in idleness. The more active a man is – be it in the service, or in a passion that drives him to rise to impossible challenges – the more likely he is of capturing his attention. Which means that by extension, Thomas seeks partners he believes will be lively, energetic, warm and unafraid of humor in the bedroom.
God but he loves him a dishevelled man. Fuck me hair, prim clothes in disarray, maybe a little gunpowder and blood – these visuals get his heart racing in the good ways, particularly when they are beheld on men that tick the aforementioned boxes and said men are generally aware of propriety enough to not be so naturally disastrous.
He loves a man he can debauch something ferocious and not have anyone fucking question what happened, alright? If they’re already messy who’s going to tell the difference between thoroughly fucked and general inability to comport one’s self?
Mark him up. Turn him into a goddamn leopard. Thomas loves that sensation of belonging to his partner – and being a little jealous, a little possessive – can go a long way into arousing his attention. He absolutely loves feeling not only like he belongs, but that he is worth defending. While he hardly needs a knight in shining armor, if you decked a man for him he’ll likely end up crawling all over you for the rest of the night, just saying.

❌❌❌ [ for hal! ]

{ Sunday Kinkuisition }

One thing Hal greatly enjoys is – as the kids say – a good dyson. It’s efficient, to say the least, and requires rather minimal effort – in the Caribbean heat this man is not easy to rouse up and is even more unlikely to get rolling on anything too strenuous if he can help it. That said he is not entirely selfish, and will always ensure that his partner gets off by the end of their tryst one way or another.
If the weather and the mood permit – and all the right factors are in play – Hal does enjoy getting rather vigorous in the bedroom. In particular, lifting his partner up and pinning them into place – getting them in a position where the majority of the control is his, and utilizing that trust to bring them the most exquisite pleasures he can muster alongside a little bit of rough handling is one of his favored modes of exercise, though not one utilized altogether often.
To say he likes bring his partner to the point their thighs are trembling and their stomachs are aching, and all they can do is pant his name and make incoherent requests is ah – putting it mildly.

‘ you did the best you could. ’ [ @ silver! ]

{ House Of Broken Angels }

“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.”