This Ship Will Yet Sail!

Anne Bonny in XXVIII.

me: *adds my first bathing-silver-and-flint-fanart-for-the-orange-verse onto the loving pile of those other works that people have made*   (ﾉ´ヮ´)ﾉ｡･:*:･ﾟ☆♥

Please, do not repost elsewhere :)

Another friendship piece with Eleanor and Flint :D I’m not actually sure what they are talking about at this particular moment — I just kept adding things and moving hands and this composition ended up looking the nicest, hahaha. Please do not repost elsewhere :)

Luke Arnold on twitter

You’re still watching my eyes, which is a good way of getting yourself killed. Captain Flint teaching John Silver to fight (and not die). Black Sails season 4. The flashbacks were kinda pale, so here’s James basking in the flaming sunset - and haunting Silver’s memories years later. Please, do not repost elsewhere :)

Thanks, @ceraunos, for organising the gift exchange. Always love being part of them. Happy holidays!

my road of good intentions led where such roads always lead no good deed goes unpunished    

Toby Stephens telling assholes to fuck off on twitter is my new aesthetic

people on this hellsite: if you ship x you're a fucking abuse apologist and need to die

I found it really cute when Vane and Anne were sitting together on that uncomfortable wooden sofa in ep 1.05 and I wanted to draw something relating to that and then maybe have Jack looking at them affectionately, covering them in blankets or something… Needless to say, it took me a long time to finish all of these, but I’m very pleased with the results! Please, do not repost elsewhere :)

The story, as it was recounted to me, is that Avery was the first Englishman to find the island. The Spanish had been using it to conduct illicit transactions for decades. Avery plans to lie in wait for them. He and his crew of 44 arrive and sail inland. But as they move up the inlet, they see something most unexpected. She was Spanish, but not one of the ships they’d been hunting. This ship had been there far longer than that. Captain’s log identifies her having set sail from Havana in 1636. 31 souls aboard. Avery finds the remains of all 31. Slaughtered. Brutally so […] Avery claimed to have seen the log. It said that the crew had refused to go inland to forage for food or for fresh water. That the first men in had returned, reporting sounds coming from the forest. The men said it sounded to them like the voice of God warning them to stay away.

“Despite the world reminding her every single day of her life that she’s undeserving of being given anything by it, that she was unworthy of what little she’d managed to take from it… despite all that, she never believed a word of it.”

I finished it.