Lark 🔞🍉 comms open :)

well if they've already seen, might as well give them a show 😈

my partner usually does this for me but unfortunately i stressed her out too much by describing all the ways my internship is horrifically inconveniencing me

wish my school offered the reasonable accommodation of someone holding my hand while i cry and look at my schedule and send emails about logistics.

ive come to accept that whatever kink stuff ed and stede are doing to is miles more fun and creative than what ed and izzy usually get up to

Roach wants to talk about torture which, though one of his top professional interests, isn't technically 'shop talk' because Stede won't let him do it on the clock :)

re: Revenge corporate Christmas party
@moderatemoxie.bsky.social asked

And who is hooking up in the broom closet with someone they normally wouldn't hook up with?

Imagine Stede Bonnet hosting a corporate Christmas Party aboard the revenge. He's making everyone exchange tokens for their rations of rum, he's banned 'shop talk' and is trying to make conversation about 'hobbies and interests', everyone keeps seeking off to do Rhino horn in the hold.

Hey loves, we have come to the midpoint between pay periods and once again could use some help this month. Current needs are groceries and meds (and we're $75 in the red thanks to bank fees). Any help or shares are hugely appreciated, donation and wishlift links in the next post:

Izzy flipping through Lucius' sketch book and guessing the identity of each dick. So far he's 100% correct, and that includes the pages Lucius drew while on shore leave.

👀👀👀

Dom Ed 🫶🏻🍑💦🏅🫦🕳🥰💥🍆🍴🌬🏆💖💗💘💓💞

hard to figure out feedism w established D/s edizzy - i think their adventures w food are outside their dynamic, occasionally a *very* light reversal. food as way of exploring pleasure & intimacy without tempting their old patterns, a way that Izzy is able to receive care & experience vulnerability

Yeah 🥰🥰🥰

(feedism w power dynamics is the one thing that leads me directly to gentlebeard every time)

(I struggle w sub feeder Izzy bc so much of his submission is expressed through a willingness to suffer)

Sub feeder Stede makes so much sense to me bc I feel like he'd love to serve through creativity, effort, & pursuit of pleasure

somewhere there’s a #izzyhands who gets to share lazy kisses that taste like too-sweet tea and slightly burned oatmeal cookies. slow mornings-he gets to make a fool of himself, warm in his cozy slippers, murmuring silly nonsense and quiet promises. ed smells like their body wash
#ofmd #edizzy #art

Two landscape studies of frosty winter views seen from a train. On the left, an open area with young coniferous trees growing here and there, with a few taller trees left standing in the distance. Clouds are coloured pink by the rising sun, with some narrow streaks of a pale blue sky between them. On the right, two tall trees are standing amidst lower ones against a pale blue-pink gradient sky. The treetops are coloured a peachy red by the sun barely peeking above the horizon.

Views from the train

Digital painting of Izzy and Edward. Izzy is lying on the floor of the captain’s quarters. Edward is straddling him. The POV is from behind Edward. Edward is wearing (presumably only) the breakup robe. It has partially slipped off his shoulders exposing most of his back down halfway through the second line of the "Trust No One" tattoo. Edward’s left hand is at Izzy’s neck. Izzy's eyes are partially rolled back in his head, his mouth slightly open in rapture. There is a dagger stuck in the deck next to his right ear. You can only see the back of Edward's head, but he is slightly slumped forward. Edward's right hand is hovering above the dagger. The scene is dramatically lit from the top right, but you can just about make out Izzy’s bandaged foot and missing pinky toe. Izzy's left hand has dug some scratches into the deck. Next to them on the floor are a couple of items scattered around: Edward’s rings, the buttons of Izzy’s vest, a small container of ointment.

Chapter 5: The Kraken
archiveofourown.org/works/600361...

[Since the context is missing, Izzy absolutely is into the choking here]
#Edizzy

(now i wanna write him finding some fancy alcohol izzy's been saving for years now and opening it on a tuesday after work and at first izzy's pissed but then oops! all romance!)

i like to think that ed isn't ever tempted to save things for special occasions. right now is a special occasion!

i know in my heart ed would love absurdly glazed doughnuts frosted cookies decorated cakes -- sweet over indulgent treats AND pretty little works of art

Eds face looking hot licking Stede's fingers.

#substedekinkmas preview

Hehehe thank you 🥰🥰🥰

my hand holding a sticker that looks like a brightly-coloured "no parking anytime" sign vandalized to read "NO AI ANYTIME" instead

a pile of stickers (see other photo for description)

okay these actually turned out so sick i'm so sad i can only ship to canada

aplante.com/shop

In his austere cell, Izzy draws his blanket over himself and puts out the candle. His vows have never been a burden to him. His celibacy is purposeful – and he prays for an end to that purpose – but self-pleasure is different. Despite his focus as he painstakingly copied the holy teachings and led his Brothers and Sisters in song, a constant undercurrent that he tends to now. In the darkness it’s easy to picture his desired company in the cell with him. The tiny space is too small to contain anything more than a Kraken mantle, if that, let alone twelve snaking, muscular tentacles. But Izzy’s imagination is very large indeed, and as his hand rucks up the long tunic he wears for sleep, he sees a different kind of appendage doing it instead.

The bedframe groans and the thin mattress sags under the impossible weight of a god. His hand gropes for the pot of salve he keeps at his bedside. Its proper use is for soothing the skin after too much sun. There are only two living Vessels, and the memories of their sacred service are their own to keep, but the gelatinous texture on Izzy’s fingers is close enough to what he might imagine the real thing to feel like. <i>Please, Lords,</i> he thinks, stifling a sound as he grasps his cock with his slick hand. <i>Choose me. See that I am worthy.</i> A huge eye looms before him. He can see his own face reflected in it, small and hungry thing that he is, surrounded by shifting colors like the great cosmic ocean itself. The pupil narrows and pressure slides up and down his jutting hardness, making his reflection contort with pleasure. <i>Yes, I welcome you, Creator. I am for you, only for you. Here, see how I have waited for you.</i>

#WIPWednesday - Monk!Izzy doing some self-loving. CW monsterfucking 🐙

no no, that's not my thinly veiled author fetish. It's out there like a cartoon pie on a windowsill for anyone to see and devour

Not only are trannies worth fighting for, we’re worth fighting for AS trannies, as what we are right here and now. Not only if we’re part of some other group that matters.

We matter no matter what people think we are, no matter what standards of gender we do or do not meet.

sex is pretty cool, but I just ate the perfect amount of pasta. Couch locked. Satisfied. Unable to move, yet, comfortable.

hopefully gonna get to draw tonight and also go to sleep on time