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For every man in your camp, there are thousands somewhere in the West Indies living under the same yoke, chained in fields, pressed on ships, sold into indenture. When they see a sitting governor protected by His Majesty’s Navy, deposed by an alliance of pirates and slaves, how many consider joining that fight? How many thousands of men will flock to Nassau, join your ranks, and help you defend it? What does a colonial power do when the men whose toil powers it lay down their shovels, take up swords, and say, “No more?” Bring down Nassau, maybe you bring it all down.

James Flint Appreciation Week || favorite season

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Reblog to give prev the power to write their fanfiction

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spot the differences 🤭🤭🤭

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I’d also like to say Happy 20th Birthday to Berserk ‘97, as we kick this off again :)

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Cooper Howard + his featured films (x)

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glad the fbi is getting their funding cut so i can go back 2 killing

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Also I love Madi saying "maybe their mistake was doing it alone" about all Flint's ill-fated partners for all of the thematic and serious reasons but also the crazy of it all. She said I see. This guy has to be in a weird throuple or people die.

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Part 1 of my Carl/AI sex pollen fic under the cut.

This portion doesn’t contain anything explicit.

You’ll have to wait to see all of the naughty spicy goodness on AO3 when I have this thing completed.

Donut and I were walking along a forested path on our way to meet up with Elle, Imani, and the others. Our trek had been pretty uneventful so far, only having to face a few easy to beat mobs. I was admiring the lush nature around us when out of nowhere something came crashing down on top of me, hard enough to make me fall on my ass. I felt vines start to wrap around my limbs, so I reflexively punched the thing to get it off of me. Only then as its dot turned from white to red did I realize that whatever it had been doing had not been intended as an attack. I took a second to inspect the creature. It was a green humanoid thing, with ferns growing from its head and shoulders, and had long vines protruding from its back. These vines had what appeared to be little mouths on the ends, and were coiled up like snakes preparing to strike.

This is a Spore Carrier. Spore Carriers want nothing more than to fill you up with their seed. Literally. These plant-based lifeforms live to fuck. Not only do they produce the strongest aphrodisiac in the galaxy, they are also always happy to fulfill any depraved fantasy. Being such extremely skilled lovers, they are often sought out by horny fuckers desperate for a good dicking. You seriously do not want to throw an orgy without having a few of these guys around.

“People actually have sex with these hideous plant monsters?” Donut asked, sounding scandalized. “This better not lead to any future snicks! I draw the line at being portrayed as a pervert who fornicates with a lascivious ficus!”

I didn’t take the time to respond as I drew my arm back and proceeded to punch the pissed off Spore Carrier in the face. My fist slammed straight through the thing’s head, but right before the now dead Spore Carrier fell to the ground, a green cloud erupted from it right into my face. I started hacking and coughing, and I immediately had a very, very bad feeling about what I might have just inhaled. My suspicions were confirmed seconds later by a notification.

You have been afflicted with a Spore Carrier’s Sex Pollen. Remember the horniest you’ve ever been in your life? Well, take that memory and multiply it by at least 100. Or 1,000. Somewhere around there, more or less. Known as the galaxy’s most potent aphrodisiac, Sex Pollen is going to turn even a stubborn prude like you into a needy, slutty little mess. I would say the easiest cure for the mindless frenzy of lust you’re about to experience is to just let the Spore Carrier fuck you. Pretty simple really, and that’s how this kinda thing usually plays out. I would say that, buuuut you just killed it.

The AI let out a long, exasperated sigh.

And you didn’t even bother killing it with your feet, did you? Daddy’s going to enjoy watching this.

What the fuck, what the fuck?

“My word,” Donut said. “Could this be any worse? The only cure is dead, and you’ve managed to anger the AI again.” She huffed. “I mean really, Carl. Is it truly too much of a sacrifice to put out for your all-powerful boyfriend every once in a while?”

“Donut, there’s no way in hell I would have let that thing fuck me!” I bit down on my frustration. “Besides, the AI said that would have been the ‘easiest’ cure, not the only cure. I’m sure Mordecai can create a potion to fix this.”

I began messaging Mordecai to explain what had just happened. As I hit send, I became aware of a prickling sensation on my neck. I absently reached up to feel out what was causing it. The moment my fingertips made contact, a shudder rolled through me. Nothing was on my neck, but my skin felt overly sensitive, and tingled at my touch. Was the aphrodisiac already kicking in? I jerked my hand away, and took a deep breath.

Stay calm. It’s going to be fine. Mordecai will know what to do.

Mordecai: By his left tit! Ok, you two need to head back here immediately. I can cook up a potion that will alleviate the symptoms. However, a permanent cure might be impossible. It’s unheard of for Spore Carriers to even be on this floor. You usually only see those at orgies thrown by god sponsors on the lowest levels. I’m sorry, but I doubt the ingredients for a cure even exist on this floor. If worst comes to worst, you can get yourself cured by going to the Penis Parade.

Carl: You have got to be fucking kidding me! Please tell me you are not being serious!

Donut: OH YES! THE PENIS PARADE! THAT’S A WONDERFUL IDEA! DON’T WORRY CARL, DAMASCUS STEEL CAN TAKE VERY GOOD CARE OF YOU.

Carl: What you both seem to have completely forgotten is that I AM NOT GAY!

Donut: YOU DON'T NEED TO YELL, CARL.

MORDECAI: I’m sorry son, but once you’re feeling that aphrodisiac at full force, that’s not going to be a problem for you anymore. Just get back here, and we’ll figure the rest out then.

Dread settled like a stone in the pit of my stomach. I tried to swallow, but my mouth was as dry as a desert. Mordecai was at least a 30 minute walk away, and that damn tingling had already spread from my neck down to my back and shoulders.

Carl: How much time do I have, Mordecai?

Mordecai: The symptoms come on gradually, but in about 15 minutes the aphrodisiac will be in full effect.

Fuck fuck fuck.

Carl: Mordecai, we are 30 minutes away!

Mordecai: Shit.

Mordecai: Get as far as you can, and then send Donut on Mongo the rest of the way. He’s fast, and I’ll have the potion ready for her to pick up as soon as they arrive.

My dread increased tenfold at the implication that this shit would eventually render me incapable of even walking. Donut must have come to the same realization, because she had become unusually quiet. I tried to wipe the worry from my face as I turned to face her. She did indeed look concerned now, and I found I couldn’t come up with anything reassuring to say.

“I think we should run,” I said. “The more distance we can cover the better.”

She nodded in response, and together we sped off through the trees

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james flint + tags i've seen on my black sails gifsets

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before you & after you

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Flint’s idea of honesty is like yeah I AM manipulating you what about it? get on my level Billy

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Toby Stephens as James Flint BLACK SAILS | 2.06

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can you imagine being flint in plantation ending its so fucking funny like. ur war/pirating partner you fell in love with but are too traumatized to consciously realize it betrays you and your cause. you desperately try convincing him your fighting isn't just personal rage against the world but also a genuine idealistic belief in the future of humanity. he says he doesn't give a fuck. so ur last act as a revolutionary is casting a curse that will haunt him the rest of his life. he pulls a gun on you and his posse arrests you. you fight back somewhat but ur too tired and gay to really do anything. u end up on a boat to some prison in the colonies but guy who betrayed you/broke ur heart says ur dead bf is there. wtf? sounds fake but ur also tired and gay so maybe it's true, who knows. anyway you arrive at the prison and are greeted by the fuckass rich guy warden who somehow owns your dead bf's cursed clock from all ur trauma experiences. wtf?? but ur too tired and gay to think about shit like that now. so ur escorted to the gates and given some weirdass statement about disappearing from the world or something. but whatever bc then ur uncuffed and wait wots this. you see ur dead bf. who is not only not dead, but also buff and scruffy now. WTF? and during all of this. israel hands is there

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Hannibal 1.01 Apéritif

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I’ve made a 3 hr playlist to inspire me while I work on my AI/Carl fanfic. The cover I created for it cracks me up 😅.