#* / thread ( james flint. )

[avastyetwats]

Behind Closed Doors

Continued from here. @fornassau

The kiss was reciprocated instantly and Flint was grateful. He won't say it out loud, but he fuckin' missed him during the time he was gone. For... what? Three days? Far too fucking long for Flint's liking, but such was the life of a pirate. It took them from home, took them from each other, for days at a time, though they always came back. They always returned home to Nassau, but now they had something else to return to: each other. But again, Flint wouldn't say that out loud. It was too... intimate, wasn't it? Romantic was probably a better word and they weren't romantic. Or at least they were trying not to be, but there were some moments where it started to feel as such. Where touches, or even kisses, became too soft and gentle, where praises became almost sweet and sentimental, where feelings came into play that weren't just physical or sexual, where Flint almost said things he shouldn't. Where he wanted to, but he couldn't. Fuck, he wanted to, though.

And there were moments where he thought Vane did, too. Where perhaps he even tried but Flint stopped him either with a kiss or by cutting him off and talking instead or leaving wherever they currently lay. Things needed to remain physical and private, but that was becoming harder with each day. It was becoming harder with each kiss, with each touch of their hands, with each moment he was wrapped in Vane's arms feeling safer than he had in a long time, with each moment he was simply near Vane, wishing to be closer, wishing to be with him longer. Wishing to be with him.

Those thoughts, those feelings, changed how he was kissing at his neck without Flint even realizing. Kisses that, moments ago, were rough and dominating, were now soft, like he wanted to take his time with him and just feel him, just taste him, to drown in him, and he was practically clawing at his chest as though desperate to feel him, but when Vane speaks, it snaps Flint out of his daze. Fuck. He actually forgot about that damned map. The reason they were in this room in the first place. Well, one of the reasons.

He pulls away from his neck to look him in the eyes for a moment and then down at the paper in his hand. He actually got the fucking map. Not that he doubted he would. He learned long ago not to doubt him, and sure as hell not to underestimate him. "Took you long enough," His words sound insulting, but the smirk on his face conveys otherwise. He reaches for the map and gently pulls it from Vane's hand, but he doesn't unroll it. No. He moves to the table by the bed, sets it down and returns to the other Captain. "It can wait." It wasn't often Flint put aside the possibility of treasure and riches for something else unless he had no choice so it said a lot that he did so in this moment because he did have a choice. He made his choice. Though, the blood rushing south into his cock certainly played a part in that choice.

He undoes the belt looped through his trousers and sets it, as well as his weapons onto the table nearby, his eyes locking with Charles' again. "Doesn't feel much like I'm taking anything at the moment. You seem so willing to give it all." He smirks, feigning disappointment as he closes the distance so he can start on Charles' trousers next. His words were meant to challenge the other man, but he figures Vane knows that. After all, they were both all about the challenge. Whether out there or in here behind closed doors.

[immobiliter]

       Rackham was an odd one. For years Flint had seen him nip at the late Charles Vane's heels, scurrying about behind him like a feral tomcat begging for scraps, a man who did not possess the grit or fortitude — or so he had believed — to rise to the position of captain and one day command men of his own. And yet he had, and not only that but he had taken on command of the Colonial Dawn and had conspired with Mr. Silver to steal the Urca's treasure out from under him. A plan that might have wound up with a bloody, violent end had Flint not set the whole of Charlestown to the torch instead of aligning with its crooked governor. As it was, Rackham's leverage over the gold had elevated him to a partner in their shared governance over a pirate-controlled Nassau and, now, in their fight to retake it.

       Little of this had actually garnered Rackham any credible respect in Flint's eyes. The man had a ship and manpower and Anne Bonny on his side, but he was no military commander or fighter of his own. That, and he talked too fucking much.

       Where Flint's remark from the doorway of the cabin carried with it a sense of succinct urgency, the other man saw fit to rant and rave instead of giving him the specifics that he needed to know. Ordinarily, Flint would have looked straight past him towards the next person, more capable of answering the question in the way that he so desired, but unfortunately for him they were the only two in the room.

       “ By really fucking bad, am i to take that to mean that Woodes Rogers has worked out the location from which we plan to retake the island? ” He didn't wait for an answer. “ Because if that is the case, the only means of correcting the mistake is to bring forward our planned landing so that it occurs before nightfall. ”

@verbosecorsair / cont

[seafavoured]

𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒 𝐁𝐘 𝐍𝐎𝐖, save from the lips he would most like to be recounted by. they had returned almost an hour past, but flint had been predisposed at the time, caught up by ship's business. strategizing with vane, plotting their course with mister degroot, assigning nightly shifts and chores. all monotonous toil that kept him from the one thing he ought to be doing.

billy had given him the story, of course, with nods and grunts of affirmation from joji alongside him. dooley had offered a rather animated retelling of it for all the crew to enjoy, with particular interest in flint's opinion on it. the young man's eyes flit up to the forecastle deck in search of him, grin hopeful. flint had only a furrowed brow and pursed lips in answer, as he spun on heel and MARCHED down to the infirmary. crewmen parted in his wake, none willing or brave enough to be caught in his path.

he stared straight through them all, intent upon one and one alone.

thunk, thunk, thunk. he descended the stairs, down into the lamp light below. the footfalls of his heavy boots were loud against the otherwise silence. the only other sounds that of gentle water, tearing fabric, and the occasional hiss of pain. flint hovered in the doorway and shot the crouched man a look, not yet pausing to regard silver himself, sat hunched upon the table.

❛ doctor howell. leave us. ❜ there was only a nod in response, ere the man set aside his supplies and fled. thunk, thunk. flint approached from around the table and looked down upon his quartermaster. his lover. all at once, the harsh worn lines of his face smoothed, grew soft. a sigh escaped his lips, exhausted. ❛ were you even going to send for me? or were you planning on coming to bed late and pretending tonight never happened? ❜ his voice was low, gruff, with a hint of scolding that might have been AMUSED if not for the context. he also didn't need to await a response ... but they did that often : asked questions to which they already knew the answer.

the silence lingered a bit, less comfortable than it usually did, considering. he took up the abandoned rag and dipped it fresh into the bucket. rang the warm water from it and knelt continue howell's work. he was gentle, thorough, as he cleaned the wound and rubbed soothing circles into the stump. ❛ how do you feel? ❜ they both knew he wasn't referring to the leg.

@pyratezlife / silver.

[andalittlebitofsunshine55]

In honor of the Black Sails Renaissance, bringing back the embroidery I made of Captain Flint a couple of years ago!

I embroidered Captain Flint! I’m so proud of my pirate man!

[justanoasisimagines]

Never Again

Summary; After a violent encounter with another ship. James blames himself. You decide to set the record straight Pairing; Captain James Flint x Reader WordCount; 608 Warnings; Mentions of injury. A/N; Requests are open. Request guidelines are pinned at the top of the page Credit to @cafekitsune for the banner and the divider

James stared into the calm sea. Exhausted, however, remained determined to keep his eyes open. No one would sneak up on him or his crew, again. The seas were calm yet danger could lurk on the horizon patiently waiting to attack them.

"Why don't you let someone else keep watch for a while?" James refused to turn around. To take a glimpse at the real reason he'd become extra vigilante, so paranoid.

"I'm fine. Go back to bed. You need to rest." James was met with silence. He couldn't hear anything except the waves crashing into the boat while it glided across the ocean.

Creak.

"I thought I told you to go back to bed" James turned his neck taking a brief glimpse back at you.

"When have I ever enjoyed listening to orders?" James would usually find your attitude endearing, he enjoyed the way you kept him on his toes. However, you could have died today. He could have lost you today and it doesn't bear thinking about.

"Do not disobey your Captain!" James snarled, choosing to turn his body towards you. Your arm was wrapped close to your chest, your lip busted open, and the left side of your jaw had a fresh purple bruise covering it.

Failure. James had failed to protect the most precious and important person in his world. The person who kept his life threaded together. Unable to bear it any longer. James faced the stern once more. A hand slipped its way into his rough, calloused hand. How could someone so pure love someone like him? He was broken, cruel, ruthless and relentless. He did not deserve it.

Selfishly, he kept taking the love you were so willing to give. "You can't keep avoiding me-None of this was your fault. Life on the ocean is not easy. It's ruthless and dangerous; only the strong survive." One by one fingers entwined, delicate between calloused., calloused between delicate.

"I am the Captain of his ship. It's my duty to protect the crew-"

"James, you did protect the crew! Everyone is-" "You got shot! You could have died and it would have been my fault! Why do you constantly put yourself in harm's way to love me!" Teeth clenched, veins popped. To anyone else, Captain James Flint was one of the most ruthless pirates to sever sail the seven seas. To you,, he was James Flint, the man you loved. Yet without unlacing your hands, you stepped in front of the Captain. James looked away, unable to meet your gaze. "James look at me- look at me" James reluctantly glanced at you, momentarily before looking away. "Would you risk your life to protect me?" "Yes! I'd move the heaven and the earth to ensure your safety. Anyone who dared to hurt you would die slowly. Do you question my loyalty to you?" "No of course not. Why do you question why I would do the same? We are not young anymore. I knew of the risks when I agreed to sail the seas with you." Untangling your hand, James placed a tender hand on your cheek. "I do not know what I would do if I'd lost you" "You'd show everyone why it would be the biggest regret of their existence. Do not think about that now We're alive and we're together." James swept his arm underneath your legs, scooping you into his arms. Worry remained prominent in his mind and the next ship who dared to cross him would feel his wrath. He'd remind everyone why he obtained his reputation. No one would dare to dream about looking wrongly in your direction.

[saintvainglorious]

Fics I Enjoyed in September & October

Includes 10 fics from the following fandoms: Black Sails, Captive Prince, DC Comics, Harry Potter, Star Wars

Compromising by samvelg Star Wars | Gen | 13k | Not Rated

Five times Admiral Piett misunderstands the nature of Luke and Vader's relationship, and the one time he doesn't.

Paternal Relations by willowcrowned/@willowcrowned Star Wars | Gen | 1k | Teen & Up

“No,” Vader says, “I am your father.” Every bit of the pain, the terror, and the rage that have been flooding Luke’s senses is completely drowned out by utter confusion. What, he thinks, the fuck. Then, a sinking feeling completely overtakes him. The Force is telling him the truth of Vader’s words— he can feel them resonating, falling along invisible threads and weaving their way through his being— but there’s something not quite right about them. Vader is his father, at least technically, but there’s something he’s missing, something that he— Oh shit, Luke thinks, Vader is my dad’s ex-husband.

What Lurks in the Dark by DragonflyBreak Star Wars | Gen | 155k | Teen & Up | Part 1 of Along a Different Path

A simple mission to check out an abandoned weapons factory turns into a dangerous fight for survival. Trust is broken, loyalties will be tested, and dark secrets are brought to light. Because sooner or later, the truth always comes out.

Lovefool by Kittendiamore Captive Prince | Damen/Laurent | 5k | General Audiences

It starts, embarrassingly enough, with an ad from Craigslist: "I’m a 21 y.o art student (male), writing a thesis on the relationship between performance and the awareness of the audience. You don’t care about that. I’m an actor offering to give you the most dramatic night of your life. I’ll be your date to any event/function/family gathering, and convince your friends/family members that I’m either: the biggest mistake of your life or the best thing that ever happened to you. Up to you. I’m very good at what I do."

all this and heaven too by spinawren/@wrenaspun Captive Prince | Damen/Laurent | 15k | Mature | Part 1 of selkieverse

Laurent felt his mouth twist. “You want me to stay, but not enough to do anything about it.” Damen’s expression softened. “I wouldn’t make you stay,” he said, “for the world.” He said, “Laurent, it would be such a sacrifice.”

we shall be free; we shall find peace by mediant/@blorb-el DC Comics | Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne | 36k (WIP) | Mature

Clark has accepted what it means to be Lex's prisoner - the pain of the Green, the experiments, the hands on it. The long years buried in its containment cell, let out only to act as Lex's weapon, as Lex's tool. It had fought back at first, but years have ground it down and away to almost nothing. Then Lex hands it a baby. And Clark realizes that while it may have hurt humans, and lied about what it is, and it may deserve to be locked away - Kon deserves to be free.

thieves by Ajaxthegreat Black Sails | James Flint/Charles Vane | 4k (WIP) | Explicit

“I’m not averse,” Vane says, and Flint marvels at it: his ability to be so entirely straightforward, his total lack of shame or subtext.

Theories of Magic and Mind by M_Leigh/@morgan-leigh Harry Potter | Sirius Black/Remus Lupin | 28k | Teen & Up

“Pensieves are subjective, just like memories are,” Remus continued. “So I can’t just—pull out memories of Hogwarts and play them like films for you to show you exactly what happened. A lot of it is sort of fuzzy and fragmented and it’s not a reliable record of events. But I thought it might be helpful.” Sirius considered the fact that circumspect, reserved Remus Lupin was offering to crack open his mind and let Sirius inside. “All right then.” Memory magic, across three eras.

Light in August by orestesfasting Harry Potter | Sirius Black/Remus Lupin | 21k | Explicit

Summer, 1977. With the full moon approaching, Sirius heads up to the Lupins' countryside cottage to make himself useful. Or to make a complete and utter arse out of himself, because really, that's all he can seem to do around Remus these days.

Born Under Punches by orestesfasting Harry Potter | Sirius Black/Remus Lupin | 13k | Mature

The truth is that he’s kept this love on the back burner of his heart for so many years that he’s grown accustomed to the smell and can sometimes almost ignore it completely. He likes to think he’s made peace with the fact that he’ll never know what it tastes like.

Frog and Toad Aren't Friends Anymore by swordfishtrombones Harry Potter | Sirius Black/Remus Lupin | 10k | Mature

“Is this really all because I wouldn’t live with you?” Remus is still feeling a little fuzzy, but he’s beginning to get chilly and fed up, and he wants to be on common ground. “Some people just aren’t good flatmates. I wasn’t trying to say I liked Adrian and Mary better than you, or whatever you’re thinking.” Sirius runs a hand through his hair and squints at the streetlight, twisting his mouth like Remus is truly hopeless. “It hurt,” says Sirius, “my feelings.”

[avastyetwats]

Continued from here. @fornassau

The redhead's lips curled into a grin at Charles's moan, followed by his question that elicited a chuckle from the Captain's lips. "Because I know you. Better than anyone else does, I'd argue. Even better than Rackham." Bold words to say, he knew, because Jack Rackham would argue the opposite most likely and Flint wouldn't blame him. Because honestly? Jack was the only other person that knew Charles Vane, in ways no one else did, but Flint was sure he had him beat. After all, he knew Charles very intimately. "And because you're not in bed with me, which is sign enough that something is wrong." He was half teasing, half serious. If Charles wasn't in bed, it meant he couldn't sleep for some reason and that was rare when they were together. Because Flint was the same way.

He gave his shoulders a hard squeeze and held them like that for a good few seconds before loosening his grip and moving up to the base of his neck and doing the same, his thumbs rubbing circles into his shoulder blades. "If by waking me you mean leaving me completely and utterly cold and alone then... yes." Such a shit, Flint was, but he laughed and shook his head. "No, you didn't. I woke up and felt your side of the bed empty so I went in search of you and here you are. Looking through your spyglass at the dark, endless ocean." He grinned. "Did you see anything?" He squeezed his shoulders again before continuing with his massage, hoping to help him relax and figure out what might be bothering him, if anything.

[anoddbunch]

Maybe it hurt that Silver assumed that he would be accepting this on account of everything that he had hoped for once long ago. Maybe it hurt that he now felt like a pathetic child in thinking that he had found a partner in Silver unlike the others from his crew. There had never been one so equal as him and then he had turned his back on him and what they had fought for in the face of everything. Hadn't any of it mattered?

"Once, long ago." He answered simply as he turned away from him and stared ahead of himself. He felt tired, worn thin and Silver was only adding to it. "I can't bring myself to think about any of that now." A moment passed and he tried to ease the aching in his chest. "What do you need the old for?"

after everything. he can hear the bitterness in flint's tone when he says it. with an edge that's sharp enough to cut. but he knows that he won't turn his back on him. after everything. but that was the thing, wasn't it? flint would not deny him. he would come with him. for the treasure. for his own agenda. and also for the one thing that had not changed after everything. he would come for the past that they had shared together.

does that affect him? does that cause a stirring in his chest? a crack along the insides. he has long built himself up. he had to after -- well, after everything. he was not a man easily swayed by sentiment. did he have such for flint? he had been a friend in spite of the betrayal. did he know that? that they had been true friends. but there were some things that friendship could not trump. it could not matter so much how much flint had allowed him in. there was a mission to be done now. and the gold awaited them. "is that not what you always hoped for?"

[immobiliter]

i write so many stubborn muses but flint really does take the cake. there is no arguing with this man. he will either refuse to even give you the time of day or he will thusly consider you an obstacle and good luck getting him to change his mind lmao

[oceanbreathessaltyx]

neverhangd:

Anne sidles up close to the one speaking. “Is there word of anyone else?”

There are names she wants to hear death sentences and captures for and names she fears that same news of, having given up on any idea of her own infamy. The only reputation she gets to enjoy among these louts, clearly, isn’t even her own; why should she think the world at large is any different? Anne, the ship’s whore. Anne, the Captain’s woman. Anne, who nobody talks to unless they have to, who nobody (not even Jack, really) trusts or seems to like. She knows she shouldn’t be bothering another body on this ship, but….

Still. South Carolina in the periodicals, according to them. There might be news of pa. Alone as she feels, Anne can’t risk being without that.

"I said to inform Mr. De Groot. Now!" Flint snaps sharply at a dallying deckhand. The young man scrambles away, and that's when Flint turns to address the sudden presence on his opposite side.

He hadn't heard her approach, but the startle is cooly suppressed as he looks up into the face of Anne Bonny. The irritation at the previous man passes and he unclenches his jaw to soften his own expression.

However, Flint isn't immediately certain what she means. He glances away from her to the horizon before them; the very port he means to sail firmly by. He looks back to her. Despite himself, it’s not without some curiosity, "In Charleston?”

@neverhangd

[intertexts]

and the question i'm forced to ask--disregarding all the heavy things from xii which i do have many thoughts about of course-- is there a place for enslaved people in the nassau flint's pursuing? is there a place for free and equal people of color? i find it hard to believe that lord thomas, a radically progressive anglican, wouldnt be an abolitionist, & i find it equally hard to believe that james (just fucking sabotaged his entire career because he's starry eyed over the first righteous radical he's met) wouldn't be influenced by this. we've not seen explicitly whether scott still belongs to eleanor or not. it's impossible to see the nassau as it exists re: xii without seeing scott's work-- flint says as much. no one knows it's his work. hearing about lord ash, & wherever that plot thread is going, leaves a sour taste in my mouth. he's an ally in barlow's memory but it's impossible to think carolina in the 18th century without thinking plantations. we've seen that nassau deals in slaves-- that even if eleanor personally has a conflicted and guilty relationship with it, even if on a personal level, there are varying relations to it-- the colonial caribbean was fundamentally, structurally entwined with slavery. the time we spent with them in the cargo hold was compelling enough that i'm inclined to trust that the topic will be examined and revisited later, but we'll see.

[immobiliter]

       For all that Flint wanted clarity regarding Miss Aurum's stance on his and Miranda's plan for legitimacy in the eyes of the English Crown, he was not so naïve to think that she would merely hand her opinion to him on a silver platter. Where she might once have been a member of the Walrus' crew, fighting for the respect of both the captain and the other men in a world that would not grant her mercy on account of her sex, she was now a civilian businesswoman, renowned in Nassau for her ruthlessness and guile. Even for him, maybe in spite of him, given their history, she would not easily give anything up for something not of equal value in return.

       But she would also only step foot on the Walrus again, accompany them all the way to Charlestown to negotiate with Peter Ashe, if there was some benefit to her. And Flint needed to determine what that was, and whether it would put these carefully orchestrated, if significantly changed, plans of his into jeopardy. Charles Vane was obstacle enough; he did not need another.

       “ How might it prove useful to negotiations? ” he asked immediately, casting aside any further pretence or games. This was too important for any of that. Lord Peter Ashe was notorious for hanging pirates in his very harbour; for all their shared history, Flint knew that this would be an uphill battle. His expression remained unchanged, unconvinced, unmoved by the deliberateness of her small gestures. Her usual patter did not work on him and they both knew this — but far be it from him to break years of technique. “ Convince me that it will, despite not knowing the man personally, and you will have safe passage to Charlestown to do as you will. ”

She feels the coming of an inhale, the sharpness and the flaring at the sides of her tongue. She relaxes her shoulders and lungs as much as one humanly could, though she feels that the half, crooked smile betrays her. Maxima Aurum, knowing the business of Nassau like the back of her hand, knew that nothing came for free in this mound of cursed sand - least of all from him.

   “Of course.“ she paused, a small clipped smile is allowed on her lips (sharp with annoyance peeking through the edges). One that did not reach her eyes. There was no need to pretend now between the two of them "I would not expect anything else.” from you.

Least of all when she was the one who requested it, especially given her involvement with the ledger. Gates might have seen it differently, but Gates was not there to keep their negotiations from boiling over. Gates would never be anywhere beyond his grave at sea. Her eyes scan the crowd for Mr. Silver who she had heard had not only survived the ordeal but had seemingly made good on his promise to make friends.

Impressive, and dangerous. More dangerous than she first anticipated.

In the best of conditions, it would already be a tall request, one extra body on board that was not working was one extra mouth to feed. Maxima did not miss the smell of salty water, sweat and heavily calloused hands. She did not miss the freckles on her face and neck. She did not miss the peeling of the skin. The dark depths looking back at her whether she looked up or down. It was a tall request for him, as captain, but it was one for her too: The life on the ship was not one she missed.

They had a reason to want to arrive quickly if the information she had was to be believed. They also would likely have a reason to return quickly - to leave Nassau at this point, even with Eleanor, would amount to more mutiny and more people to discipline. She did not wish to be away from Nassau longer than necessary - while some meetings required a light and nuanced hand — others required her presence.

Shifting on her chair, she pulls the cup closer to her face. Her hand holding it closer to her face, elbow resting atop the table. From where the crowd stood, they saw a woman potentially fawning at an unimpressed Captain Flint, one that rested the lower part of her face against said cup. Away from fleeting curious eyes.

   “I do not know the man himself…“ she pauses, green eyes focusing on his ”However, I am willing to depart with the information I’ve received over these few weeks which, I’m sure, would be undoubtedly very useful to your negotiations.“ with the back of her hand, carefully to avoid the jewelled rings, she pushes the long hair over her shoulder "In exchange, for safe passage to and fro.”

[jaynovz]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💗

Oh hi, thanks so much for sending this!

did the twin flame bruise paint you blue aka Break Up AU:

My favorite story of all time is of course my monster of a Silverflint mod au/novel. My pinned post gives a more thorough summary of this extravaganza, but basically: Silver and Flint meet back up at a holiday party a year-ish after a devastating break up and the cycle of heartache and desperate unhealthy codependency begins again.

This took over a year of my life to write, it nearly fuckin killed me lol. it's my greatest accomplishment. Complete with two interlocking timelines, alternating POV, a shitton of introspective kinky porn, doing the hardest parts of original fiction and fanfiction at the same time, and writing an ambiguous ending that feels the way that canon does.

and I nailed it imo. please enjoy the pride of my life (so far!)

the sweetest devotion, hitting me like an explosion aka Cupcakes AU:

Funny, sweet, and sad all at the same time. Mine and @brinnanza's baker Flint and guitarist Silver rom com, complete with an INTENSIVE beat for beat structure that like, god I’m so fucking proud of and was def the precursor for learning how to write Break Up AU.

I love this verse intensely, it holds a special place in my heart. It's basically the only time the boys get a happy ending :P

Also exists in podfic form!

in this garden there’s no feeling aka Hanahaki/flowers au:

Written as a prompt for Beach Blanket Blacks Sails Event in 2021.

This might actually be the piece I’m most proud of from a canon Silver character study angle. I really crawled deep into his head for this (derogatory). It was also VERY VERY difficult technically/structurally. Got to explore the Howell-Silver dynamic the way I always wanted while executing the hanahaki trope in… a very Silver-y way. 

This is not for the faint of heart lol.

a stained glass variation of the truth aka the Silver backstory: 

Yeah I'm still putting this one. This may be the most deeply personal piece I've written to date. In many ways it's my fucking heart and soul. A character study and a writing exercise, just one potential “what happened to Silver,” by no means a definitive take since that doesn’t exist. But I wrote this to get into his head more, or to have him get into mine maybe lmao, to fully embrace and understand him as a character as much as possible. It was hard, excessively researched, gave me fits, and was fucking PAINFUL EMOTIONALLY lol but I love it to pieces.

Also was the first podfic I ever recorded, if you would rather listen.

sipping on your lips, hanging on by a thread aka Milkingfic:

I talk a lot about John fucking Silver around here, but this story is a full on thorough Captain James Flint brain swizzling. I'm so proud of this character study of Flint as shown through magic freak lactation. Yep you read that right! I made it work and it's fucking brilliant if I do say so myself. Featuring Silverflint becoming partners through strife much earlier, humor, reveling in joyous sensation, and Big Flint Gender Feels.

Oh also, it's really REALLY hot.

--

Thanks for asking! My answers had changed a bit from the last time I did this challenge and it was really validating to see how far I've come since then. Mwah.

[vocesincaput]

So I've decided to move Auntie straight from being a test muse to being a primary one, even though I've only done one short starter and a few posts where she guested in another thread.

But I love her and I want more, lol.

I am also doing away with my 'guest muses' concept and just adding those straight into the main lineup.

So James Flint is now a primary muse along with a certain 2 more new muses......

[danielfeketewrites]

Short stories I've read in 2024.

Reading:

Interstitial Insecurity by Colin Baker (in Doctor Who: The Target Storybook, en)

The Slyther of Shoreditch by Mike Tucker (in Doctor Who: The Target Storybook, en)

We Can't Stop What's Coming by Steve Cole (in Doctor Who: The Target Storybook, en)

Decoy by George Mann (in Doctor Who: The Target Storybook, en)

October in the Chair by Neil Gaiman (in Fragile Things, en)

One Virtue, and a Thousand Crimes by Neil Gaiman (in Doctor Who: Adventures in Lockdown, en)

AI. Artificial Incompetence. by Stuart Hardy (at stubagful.medium.com, en)

The Time Traveler's Cookbook by Angela Liu (in Cast of Wonders #533, en)

Grounded by Una McCormack (in Doctor Who: The Target Storybook, en)

The Turning of the Tide by Jenny T. Colgan (in Doctor Who: The Target Storybook, en)

How The Marquis Got His Coat Back by Neil Gaiman (published as a standalone publication for some reason, en)

A Long Way From Home by Akemi Dawn Bowman (in Magic The Gathering: Outlaws of Thunder Junction, en)

Things She Thought While Falling by Chris Chibnall (on the doctorwho.tv website, en)

Životní příležitost ("Opportunity of a Lifetime") by Lucie Hřebečská (in Pevnost #264, cz)

Citation Needed by Jacqueline Rayner (in Doctor Who: The Target Storybook, en)

The Battle of Little Big Science by Pamela Rentz (in Plameňák na konci léta, cz translation)

Sita Dulip's Method by Ursula K. Le Guin (in Plameňák na konci léta, cz translation)

Great Joy by Ursula K. Le Guin (in Plameňák na konci léta, cz translation)

The True Story by Pat Murphy (in Plameňák na konci léta, cz translation)

Mrs. Sorensen and the Sasquatch by Kelly Barnhill (in Plameňák na konci léta, cz translation)

Pain Management by Beverly Sanford (in Doctor Who: The Target Storybook, en)

A Study in Emerald by Neil Gaiman (in Fragile Things, en, reread)

The Truth of Names by James Wyatt (in Magic The Gathering: Fate Reforged, en)

Kruphix's Insight by Kelly Digges (in Magic The Gathering: Journey Into Nyx, en)

Six Months, Three Days by Charlie Jane Anders (in Plameňák na konci léta, cz translation)

Letters from the Front by Vinay Patel (in Doctor Who: The Target Storybook, en)

The Shadow Passes by Paul Cornell (on BBC's Doctor Who (2005-2022) website, en)

Forbidden Brides of the Faceless Slaves in the Secret House of the Night of Dread Desire by Neil Gaiman (in Fragile Things, en)

The Flints of Memory Lane by Neil Gaiman (in Fragile Things, en)

Written in the Book of the Woods by LJ Geoffrion (in Reckoning, en)

Closing Time by Neil Gaiman (in Fragile Things, en)

Bitter Grounds by Neil Gaiman (in Fragile Things, en)

Other People by Neil Gaiman (in Fragile Things, en)

Keepsakes and Treasures by Neil Gaiman (in Fragile Things, en)

Good Boys Deserve Favours by Neil Gaiman (in Fragile Things, en)

Strange Little Girls by Neil Gaiman (in Fragile Things, en)

Harlequin Valentine by Neil Gaiman (in Fragile Things, en)

The Mapmaker by Neil Gaiman (in Fragile Things, en)

The Problem of Susan by Neil Gaiman (in Fragile Things, en)

Feeders and Eaters by Neil Gaiman (in Fragile Things, en)

Diseasemaker's Croup by Neil Gaiman (in Fragile Things, en)

Goliath by Neil Gaiman (in Fragile Things, en)

Pages From a Journal Found in a Shoebox Left in a Greyhound Bus Somewhere Between Tulsa, Oklahoma, and Louiseville, Kentucky by Neil Gaiman (in Fragile Things, en)

The Dusty Hat by China Miéville (at Salvage, en)

Nový den ("A New Day") by Iharo (at Iharo's blog, cz)

How to Talk to Girls at Parties by Neil Gaiman (in Fragile Things, en)

Červená nitka ("A Red Thread") by Iharo (at Iharo's blog, cz)

Modré květiny ("Blue Flowers") by Iharo (at Iharo's blog, cz)

Lízátko pro hosta ("A Lollipop for a Guest") by Iharo (at Iharo's blog, cz)

The Sunbird by Neil Gaiman (in Fragile Things, en)

Jenom kapičku ("Just a Droplet") by Iharo (at Iharo's blog, cz)

In the Lost Lands by George R.R. Martin (in Nečekané variace, cz translation)

Nový den ("A New Day") by Trym (at Trym's blog, cz)

Červená nitka ("A Red Thread") by Trym (at Trym's blog, cz)

With Morning Comes Mistfall by George R.R. Martin (in Nečekané variace, cz translation)

The Simple Things by Joy Wilkinson (in Doctor Who: Adventures in Lockdown, en)

He's Behind You by Dave Rudden (in Doctor Who: The Wintertime Paradox, en)

The Secret Lives of the Nine Negro Teeth of George Washington by P. Djèlí Clark (at Fireside, en)

Listening:

The Hoxteth Time Capsule by Paul Davis (in Doctor Who: Short Trips, en)

The World Tree by Nick Slawicz (in Doctor Who: Short Trips, en)

Chug the Tea Leaves, Chuck the Ads by Tim Chawaga (in Escape Pod #938, en)

Punk Voyager by Shaenon K. Garrity (in Escape Pod #937, en)

Red Kelly Owns the Moon by Shaenon K. Garrity (in Escape Pod #575, en)

This Wooden Heart by Eleanna Castroianni (in PodCastle #833, en)

Help Summon the Most Holy Folded One! by Harry Connolly (in PodCastle #339, en)

Shrine to the Ink Goddess by Monte Lin (in Cast of Wonders #520, en)

Three Monsters That Are Not Metaphors by Dani Atkinson (in Cast of Wonders #477, en)

Said the Princess by Dani Atkinson (in PodCastle #722, en)

Deep Down in the Cloud by Julie Nováková (in Clarkesworld #137, en)

The Adventure of the Three Students by Arthur Conan Doyle (on YouTube, cz translation)

What Cats (and Dragons) Do by KT Bryski (in CatsCast #3, en)

The Adventure of the Empty House by Arthur Conan Doyle (on YouTube, cz translation)

All the Better To Taste You by Marisca Pichette (in PodCastle #834, en)

Rise and Fall by George Mann (in Doctor Who: Short Trips Vol. 1, en)

Shadow of a Doubt by Paul Cornell (on the Doctor Who: LOCKDOWN YouTube channel, en)

The Shadow in the Mirror by Paul Cornell (on the Doctor Who: LOCKDOWN YouTube channel, en)

The Invention of a Cat by Carolina Valentine (in CatsCast #25, en)

Sting of the Sasquatch by Darren Jones (in the Doctor Who Audio Originals series, en)

Oneirophobia by Todd Keisling (in PseudoPod #943, en)

[anoddbunch]

He is not certain of what to tell her. To come here tonight, another evening spent with them, was something that might be whispered about But was that not already happening? He knew that he was suffering underneath the weight of what society seemed to be expecting of him. He could not imagine the weight that she also carried, as well as Thomas. Yet he couldn't seem to turn away.

So much existed whenever he was near to her. So much was felt in their presence. He found such lingering in their eyes when they looked back at him. He was not sure just what he was meant to do but step forward with them on either side of him.

"I have not." he answered, lowering his eyes as he watched his own hands. He felt somewhat nervous, not at all at ease. But he did feel alive. "I would be grateful to discuss it. To hear your insight on the subject." He was not even sure what that subject would be but to hear anything from their mouths was more than intriguing.

@anoddbunch ;; from x.

Miranda contemplated James with the eyes of a teacher who takes a special interest in a particular pupil. His struggles were transparent in his gaze. They were familiar to her, who’d once witnessed its every stage beside her husband. She’d had her chains too, and Thomas had helped her break them. The Lieutenant’s distant and pensive stare suggested that he had perhaps been ignoring his own chains for far too long that he might have even lost awareness of them at some point.

His choice of words made her chuckle. Easy. That was not an adjective Miranda would have used to describe their lives. It was a good life. Better than most people had, even amidst their class, because it was genuine. They had access to great art, great literature and great minds filling their drawing room with only the most fascinating kind of conversation. Most of all: unlike most noble families, they were not slaves to the opinions of others.

What else could Miranda want from life?

That did not mean it had always been easy, but it had always been honest – and the good times far outweighed the bad. “Life is never without its challenges, to varying degrees of difficulties”, Miranda mused, inhaling a deep, meditative breath. “So I would not call it easy, but I will call it happy”, she added, smiling.

Pausing a second, she leaned forward before asking: “Have you heard of Plato’s allegory of the cave? You should dine with us tonight. We could discuss it.”