#bs max
if the phrase “the enemy of my enemy is friend” holds true for black sails (and I think it does) then Flint and Max should have been friends in some universe. both of them care about Eleanor and both of them dislike Charles, not just because of who he is as a person, but also because of his toxic hold over Eleanor. both of them have a bone to pick with Charles, both of them are gay and full of rage. i am once again mad that there was never a single Flint/Max scene
BLACK SAILS + my favorite lyrics from Mitski’s Laurel Hell.
3.07 / Valentine, Texas | 2.07 / Stay Soft | 2.05 / Everyone| 4.10 / The Only Heartbreaker | 4.04 / Should’ve Been Me | 2.10 / I Guess | 4.09 / Heat Lightning
A Max procreate sketch using mainly engraving and nibs brushes from rusty nib set.
Max from Black Sails. Gouache on black paper. About 3 hrs. Total learning curve, feel I pushed myself a bit. :)
A Max sketch. Fountain pen on vellum.
Dip nib sketches. Just drawing no refs, leaving things that don’t work out. Let go.
Max and Anne Bonny. Trying out some nib pens. This is mainly school-G fine with some rotring 2.0 on the edges. I have to draw reverse shading to get the ink to come out. Really nice to draw with. Lovely lines.
one day i will actually write a well-thought-out post on this but max and anne’s relationship being like. not only something with obvious intensity and gentle chemistry but also the way their love is something totally intertwined with their own narratives? i’m never going to get over it. these are two women both determined by incredible violence that entirely shapes their senses of self and identity and they fall in love because of that violence. max says you did not choose me something in you demanded it, and all throughout the first three seasons they love each other while thinking they can’t choose it. and then they fucking choose it. these vicious gentle women totally determined by violence and they literally choose to love each other with it. what the fuck
