everyone is a monster to someone

I debated whether or not to post this since I have no idea how many people they wrote with are still around, but it was Harri's request that I "just do whatever" and on the off chance that some of their old RP partners go looking for them it's probably good for them to know this.

@harriedwritings passed away yesterday. I won't go into the details but they'd been dealing with cancer for just over a year and ultimately obliterated it via mutually assured destruction (in their own words). It was a quiet end and a peaceful one and they were with people who loved them 'til the very end.

Their blog isn't being deleted or anything like that, so their friends and writing partners can always look through it. Send asks to them if it helps you. I don't think anyone will have access to their account unless it's to basically post what I'm posting now, so it'll stay private.

I'm not gonna like, give an online eulogy or whatever, but Harri was one of the most important and treasured people in my life and I know they affected pretty much everyone they met, no matter how briefly. I loved and love them tremendously.

oh man HELLO... it's honestly been so damn long since i wrote anything Red (Dead) Sails TM related that i don't remember any of my headcanons at all LMAO. when i first read this ask i had to do a double take like "wait i have a crossover??"

however. here are some eleanor headcanons for you. as a treat.

she would NOT like miss grimshaw, largely because grimshaw doesn't look kindly on women that don't seem to ""know their place"" (which, in my opinion, is because grimshaw has been through so much period-typical trauma and misogyny that the idea of other women NOT suffering through that--the idea that maybe HER trauma was something that could have happened some other way--is both frightening and infuriating to her. trauma be like that). she wouldn't necessarily hate her or anything, just like... generally be very uninterested in anything grimshaw had to say to her LMAO

hosea is a lot of fun to play gambling games with. he's hard as hell to beat, but it's ALWAYS worth it - you know that cocky smirk eleanor gets when she gets her own way, particularly in s1? that's her after beating hosea at cards.

did the mun (malakh) vs muse (ed, though frankly it could also be a very fancily dressed long john) meme i stole from gentlepyrate <3 the link is here

It's not like he isn't expecting it, because Edward isn't an idiot: he knows when playful teasing between men is turning into something else, and neither he nor Horst (whose name still makes him giggle, 'cause horses) are being particularly subtle about it now that they're alone.

"Huh," Ed says. He hasn't pulled away; their lips are nearly touching, still. "Never kissed someone that didn't smell of rum and seaweed before."

Horst doesn't know who he is. Horst just knows that he's Edward. And, sure, okay, Ed will have to go back to his ship in a couple of nights and never see him again, but maybe until then it's okay to just be--Ed. And not fucking think about Blackbeard, or the crew waiting for him when he finally comes back.

Edward kisses him again, curiously, and when he deepens the kiss--

"--you've got sharp teeth, mate--"

--he pushes his hands under Horst's fancy-looking waistcoat, feeling the soft shirt beneath. It's such a stark contrast to the leather Ed wears.

"Hey--"

Any indignation at being silenced with a kiss was swiftly buried under the sheer elation of being kissed at all. Edward hummed, his arm around Danny's waist to keep him close as he started to back up.

He moved until his own back was against the bedroom wall and Danny was pressed against him, held in place by Ed's arms around him. On another day (or with someone else) Edward would have flipped them; would've pinned Danny fast and driven him mad with kisses to his neck and shoulders, and whatever other rowdy shit Blackbeard would've done before fucking him against the wall or whatever. But. Well. If Danny wanted that, it was just too fucking bad. Edward wanted to be kissed senseless.

"If it hurts we'll just cut the fuckin' thing to ribbons, c'mon get on with it!" Edward growled over his shoulder, but his eyes were smiling; there was an air of impatience about him, a kind of nervous, excitable energy that was usually reserved for a really good Fuckery TM. It helped that Danny was standing so close, close enough that his breath tickled Ed's skin, but that wasn't really the bulk of it: it could have been anyone behind him and he'd still have been vibrating out of his skin.

Corsets were women's wear, yes - but that wasn't the exciting part. The exciting part was that Blackbeard didn't wear them, and maybe Edward could. Not outside, maybe, not at sea and not where anyone but Danny could recognise him, but... Maybe once in a while would be enough. Maybe he'd look in the mirror and--