Tag: those who understand evil pardon it ( verse )

“Shut up and let me help you.” | Billy to Charles

{ Wounded Starters }

“Get on with it then!” Charles was not in the fucking mood to be trifled with at the moment. His arm wasn’t responding properly, and he knew that boded ill if he didn’t get it tended to quickly. He had been struggling to push himself back up when Billy had arrived – and he couldn’t even remember what he said, at this point. Pain was mulling him out, and his body was lodging too many complaints for his brain to wholly keep track of everything going on around it.

Clasping the other man’s arm with his good hand, he allowed himself to be hauled up and half carried from the fight – there was no point in dying needlessly. Charles never saw shame in a tactical retreat, and he was hardly going to start today. 

“It’s cold outside” | Billy to Charles

{ The Meme }

The explanation didn’t really – explain shit. It was cold outside, sure – he had noticed, and so had everyone else. Doubtless Billy himself was pretty cold all things told – he was no better dressed than the rest of them, when it came down to it. The winds had brought something bitter with them tonight – if they were lucky, it would pass them all by come morning, but until then it was unlikely anyone without someone willing to share their hammock would be very happy until the weather turned back to normal. 

“You find one of these for everyone?” He asked, shrugging a bit so he could wrap the blanket around himself for now – making it easy to escape if need be. He knew how much Billy valued equality, so he doubted this had anything to do with him being captain.

“Oops!” | Cutler to Charles

{ Random Oopsies }

1. Your character walking in on mine naked.

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Charles didn’t particularly react when the door to his room swung open suddenly, other than to shift himself closer to where his pistol lay on the bedside table. Face to face with a suddenly frozen Cutler Beckett, a shameless smile crossed his features as he strode over and reached over the smaller man’s shoulder to close the door – keeping an eye on him in case he tried anything – and then stepped back, raising his brows curiously. “What’s so important you couldn’t be assed to knock?”

“We’ve never known what we were doing before, why should we let that stop us now?” [ @ vane fkcjnKJNF ]

{ The Pirate Chase Starters }

“There’s a difference between not knowing how something will turn out and going in fucking blind Flint.” How did this man live? Shaking his head, Charles stabbed at the map with his finger, “This blind spot is all well and good, but how are you proposing we get to it without bottoming out our ships, or being noticed by the soldiers in the fort? If they fire on us before we get to this area, we’re as good as sunk.”

Withdrawing his hand, he met the man’s eyes squarely, challenging and unyielding. “I want this as much as you do – but I have no intention of being stupid about it. The fuck’s the point of all this if none of our men are alive to profit from it? You have our support, so stop scrambling to convince us to follow you and start focusing on how to use us properly. I know you’re smarter than this, so prove it.”

☠️ protect my muse | Billy to Charles?

{ Random Acts }

The intervention comes from an unexpected quarter – a clash of metal alerting him even as he struggled to regain his feet, and he watched on in silence as Billy bore the brunt of the assault before lashing out with his foot and hauling his opponent off his own. The finish was quick – efficient and permanent, and their eyes met in the ensuing silence. 

For several moments, the world held its breath as acknowledgement shifted between the two of them. Any doubt that was still harbored that Billy Bones was a man of the Ranger now fell away, as Charles inclined his head and offered his humility in a rare show of gratitude before picking up his sword and striding over. 

“There’s more over the ridge,” The information was offered at close range, their shoulders almost brushing – and with a slight cant, Charles brushed against Billy before leading the way. An unnecessary touch, the claim was as silent as it was absolute – the acceptance entirely complete without a word spoken.

Though an observant sort might recognize that Billy now stood among a select few aboard the Ranger, there were none present to witness the exchange and attest to it. 

❝ Sorry. I don’t always listen when you talk. ❞ | BILLY TO HUME

{ Galavant Starters }

“So I gathered, Mister Bones,” Graham intoned with no small measure of exasperation. Yes, he had done his reconnaissance on this man now, stubborn creature that he was. He had already asked if the man believed – truly – that the men he was presently so determined to protect would ever do the same for him. That if granted the opportunity to return to their old lives, to flourish underneath legitimacy, they would not turn on their fellows in a minute. 

What had been curious about this was the fact the man seemed rather unbothered by the reality of the fact that many would do that. It seemed that Billy “Bones” – there was no way that was actually his surname – was not harboring any illusions that his “brothers” would all invariably do the same. Rather, he seemed determined to hold true and steady for those who held the same belief in the flag of rebellious equality as he did, and that was good enough.

He was loyal, of that there was no doubt. Yet surely, a man as doggedly protective as this one had something he would rather fight for than men who would betray him as soon as it became convenient to do so. The trick was finding it – if he could do that, it would be better than breaking him. A man willing would always be better than a man shattered – and frankly, Graham preferred to avoid torture unless there was absolutely no option through civil means left.   

“I think I am beginning to understand you, all the same,” He announced then, taking a seat across from the chair his prisoner was presently chained upon, “I think the reason you are so determined to stand true to these people is because you have nothing else to be loyal to – no home left behind that you feel can be regained, no life that can be returned to. So you hold to what you know – to who you know, even if it means they betray you in the end, because without them you don’t know how to define yourself or where to direct that protective nature of yours.” 

Sighing – because he knew if he said too much he would lose the man again – Graham leaned forward and set the trap. “I think you could benefit from protecting those who would do the same for you – and I also think that those you are especially determined to protect would accept pardons if you were the one to present them. Would it not be better to legitimize your friends and start doing something with your life that doesn’t leave you and yours at constant risk of the noose? Or does your loyalty only extend so far – does it not account for the quality in which they live, but only the mitigation of how they may die?” 

This is a permanent starter call for an AU Eleanor Guthrie, of Starz’ Black Sails explicitly. Her design falls in line with the main verse of Charles Vane, and her perspectives on it can be found here. Whether or not additional verses will be crafted for her will depend on her development over time. 

These calls give me a heads up on who is open to interacting with whom ( which is handy for those who have exclusives among my crew! ) and gives me an excuse to kick you starters whenever something crosses the mind, or blow up your inbox knowing who would be most wanted.

These calls also serve as a final tag dump – when this call is posted it indicates a character has been fully moved into the blog and is ready for action!

For other starter calls, check the tag HERE.

[intolerablexsacrifice, for Silver, pick a verse any verse] 💥 Try to calm/placate my muse during an overwhelming emotional moment

{ Nonverbal Starters }

It was astonishing what this man believed himself capable of – and perhaps even more alarming was the amount of times in which he was proven correct in his assumptive actions. For a long moment, Silver was silent as he debated the merits in making his true opinion known. 

Vane and his men had murdered Randall – among others – had relieved Silver of his fucking leg – and within what, three hours? Managed wholesale forgiveness from the captain and a fucking allegiance between crews with a history of hating one another for — what? The purpose of war on England and the rest of civilized society in the name of pirates everywhere?

Fuck that shit.

“Let me make myself – perfectly plain to you, as it appears that once again you have come to completely lose track of why I am here.” His tone was clipped, an iron focus the only thing at this point keeping him from slipping forth some brutal obscenities in his mother tongue, “I do not give a shit about the politics here, but if you think I’m going to stick around now that what I am here for has been obtained, and you’ve decided that palling up with a crew of murderous sacks of shit is a good idea all around, I don’t know what to tell you. I am entitled to my share, and I am taking it. Our business, as I have been stating it to be from the beginning of this entire endeavour, is now concluded. So please explain to me why the fuck I should care about being your goddamn quartermaster.”

Those Who Understand Evil Pardon It

Plotted verse with @intolerablexsacrifice // @harriedwritings // @tidefated

When Eleanor Guthrie came to acquire Abigail Ashe without the consent of Charles Vane, things took a turn at the gate. Confronted by Vane’s accusations against Miss Guthrie, the young Miss Ashe took the situation into her own hands and struck the blonde from behind with the base of the torch in her hand. Dropping the impromptu weapon, she unlocked the gate and surrendered herself to the pirate who had ensured her safety and rescued her from Low’s crew rather than follow the woman who would steal her for captain Flint with a letter brought to her by a woman who may or may not truly be in Nassau.

Confessing her role in her escape attempt, Abigail offered Vane the letter she had been enticed by and set the tale into a new series of motions. Gate closed, leaving Eleanor to find her own way back, Vane declared his business and association with her officially at an end, in a tone that promised retributions. After perusing the letter, he approached the Barlow woman and arranged with her to see Abigail back to her father under the oath that both she and Flint would also remain in Charlestown. If they were so confident in their plan, he saw no reason why they shouldn’t compensate him for ferrying them – it would, after all, be the least they could do with all he stood to lose in assisting them when the actual payout had potential to be so much larger.

After some arguing, Flint eventually consented to demands under the condition that two of his men would serve as additional escort. The Ranger left Nassau harbor with Flint’s warship under the temporary command of Silver, who ( unbeknown to Flint ) had no reason to betray that trust when it would once again place the gold in the hands of too many people. With Joshua as temporary quartermaster, Flint believed the self-serving yet ever-popular Silver would not act without him, and that Joshua would make certain he did not, in the event it occurred to him to try. Meanwhile, Billy and Joji accompanied himself and Miranda in escorting Abigail to her father – with Vane standing watch over all proceedings.

Upon arrival, Flint and Miranda went ashore with Abigail – and matters took yet another turn when the young woman took it upon herself to eavesdrop upon her father’s meetings with the two, determined to ensure her new friends would be safe. Though she did not understand the entirety of what she heard, when Miranda approached her late one evening and insisted that she leave alongside Flint and herself, Abigail inferred enough to trust the woman implicitly. It helped, admittedly, that Miranda did not insist that she believe – only that she leave Charlestown, one way or another.

The three encountered Vane and his rescue party, much to their surprise – it appeared that despite the state of negotiations, Peter Ashe had delivered a threat to the crew of the Ranger that forced Vane to acknowledge the truth of Flint’s war. Together, the group returned to the ship and, upon a swift meeting, Vane agreed to assist in an act of vicious vindication, which lead to the burning of Charlestown. The Ranger left the port, and the newly forged alliance began plotting the next course.