Pirates - Blog Posts

This is my Lady Bronagh 🤗

She's a pirate but this is like an early days sort of portrait? It's her first time at sea! I drew it to show one of my Mutuals and decided to post it here

dyed the fabric myself - and as i was stitching i realize that i did not go big enough... so had to shift the canvas over and free hand the lettering. Still - absolute blast and may use the base to stitch out some other ships later on

original pattern on etsy:

When Life Gives You Lemons Cross Stitch Pattern for 9-inch Hoop - Etsy

@slashmultiverse Daily Pride Prompt Day 6: Voyage

@julybreakbingo Prompt: Pirate AU

Up Here

Clint was standing in the crow's nest, leaning into Bucky’s embrace and watching into the distance. He let his gaze wander over the open sea.

Up here, where he was alone and could see for miles and miles, surrounded only by water and wind, he felt truly free and truly like himself.

Under him, the crew was busy. People were cleaning the planks, working on the sails, or fixing the damage the last fight had caused. Men were running around, yelling, and working loudly.

But up here, everything was quiet.

Clint’s hearing had never been the best, but after years of cannon fire and taking a few too many hits, he was barely able to understand human speech anymore.

But that didn’t matter up here.

Up here, everything was quiet anyway.

Up here, everything that mattered was how far he could see and how early he could make out land or other ships.

There was a reason Clint was the one sitting in the crow’s nest. It was the same reason they called him Hawkeye.

Clint had always had phenomenal eyesight.

And that was everything that mattered up here.

Clint looked down for a moment. He saw the chaos and all the other sailors working.

Sometimes, he thought back to the days he spent running around, cleaning, or fixing stuff. It had been good days, full of excitement and other people.

Still, he preferred being up here.

Up here, he met few people.

Sometimes Bucky would join him when the chaos between the others got too much for him or when he felt lonely.

But most times, Clint was alone up here.

On long travels, Clint could spend days up here.

Only climbing down to fulfil basic human needs or when he saw a ship they wanted to fight.

Otherwise, he would stay up here, being visited by Bucky every once in a while but spending most of the time on his own.

Up here, everything he had was wind and weather, and the open sea.

That was everything he needed up here.

Up here, Clint felt safe.

And being up here meant to be free.

Being up here was what being a pirate meant to Clint.

Can also be found here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47701165

scurvy has got to have one of the biggest disease/treatment coolness gaps of all time. like yeah too much time at sea will afflict you with a curse where your body starts unraveling and old wounds come back to haunt you like vengeful ghosts. unless☝️you eat a lemon

Alright, a bit of context for why two polymer clay ships are here with so many tags: The brown ship was made for talk like a pirate day, the ghost ship was made while I was home alone and listening to the PotC soundtrack and it just turned into the Flying Dutchman with demon horns and the Black Pearl's sails, because that looked best. I used fimo modelling clay, kebab skewers, used teabags and contact adhesive. Watercolours on the ghost ship sails to make them black. I seriously recommend the stardust fimo colour, I used it for every colour on the ghost ship except windows and the hatch to lower decks. The trick with the masts is to make the holes before baking and then bake them separately; before it can cool, you put them back in and let the clay shrink around the sticks. No glue needed. Sails are done after baking, this is where contact adhesive is needed. I recommend making a template for both the side and above profiles.