sd (they/them) 🏳️‍🌈

I LOVE HER 😭💜😭💜

Agreed

Thank you, sweets!

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I'm not around much this week, but I didn't want to miss out on the coloring book event! Here's some lineart I did a few years ago. xo #ofmd #ofmdctiys

Lineart of Stede holding flowers in the style of a Mucha print

Lineart of Ed holding fruit in the style of a Mucha print

I don’t have anything new for the event, but I updated the lineart on these (particularly Ed’s) if anyone wants to have a go! #ofmdctiys #ofmdfanart #lazfanart

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Digital drawing. Stede is lying naked on his back, head supported by a pillow. Ed is lying tummy-down on one of stede’s thighs, face close to between his legs and Stede’s other thigh resting over Ed’s shoulder. Ed is resting his face slightly against this leg and looking at Stede adoringly. Stede is wearing light blue stockings with teal ribbons and little teal hearts all along the seams. Ed is wearing black stockings with purple ribbons and purple hearts all along the seams.

Redraw of an older sweet drawing 🥰
#ofmdnsfw #nsfwofmd #laznsfw

good god, will Australian wildlife ever cease to be terrifying???

No matter what, you'll make the right decision. Those are both gorgeous 😍

‘Turned a corner.’ Ed knows what it means, obviously. It’s when you’re on the upswing. You’ve gotten past that really sticky, rotted shit, and things are going to get better from here on out. It’s the corner thing that doesn’t feel quite right, Ed reckons. For years, Ed’s considered himself to be sort of… madeof corners. All corners, some geometrically impossible shape. No curves or edges or space in the centre. Just the corners; all sharp points, jabbing out in every direction. Ed hasn’t ever felt like turning a corner might make him better. More like he’s gotta…chip them off? To dig his nails into all the quills of himself and pluck them out, one at a time. Like, whomst the fuck is out here just… turning corners? Because Ed’s got some serious fucking beef. Who are these assholes, moseying around and turning corners, while Ed’s stuck scraping his corners off like a fucking hedgehog with trichotillomania. Don't laugh. Bit fuckin' rude, to laugh. Ed's over here pouring his heart out, okay? And it's a good metaphor.

“And how does that make you feel?” Ed bursts out laughing. He can’t help himself. “Mate,” he says, his lungs jumping wildly with it. “You know there’s, like, other questions therapists can ask, right? You don’t have to do the greatest hits every time.” “Every time I say it, a baby therapist earns their wings,” Lucius informs him. “And shockingly, I do want an answer. Come on. Céline-Scale me. What’s the vibe?” Ed smiles, turning the familiar question over in his head. Good ol’ Céline. “That’s the Way It Is,” he decides. “1999.” “Oh, a classic,” Lucius approves. “Mm,” says Ed. “Kinda feels like it’s about…letting go. That you can just…let go, and probably not everything’s gonna fall to bits.”

hey remember when ed was traumatised & he went to therapy & he did float tanks & he was slowly falling in love & then i fucked off and disappeared about it for THREE MONTHS???

well i'm back 😌

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(no new tags or CW but pls check em if you're a first timer!)

I love how soft this is. And I LOVE that it's a re-post. I don't think I've ever see it before and now I have the chance to! 💜

Stede Bonnet is wearing a yellow banyan and holding a book of pirates

i don’t remembered who labeled the flag but ❤️‍🔥

a man is sitting on a couch and says it 's your birthday , i feel like that needs to be celebrated ALT: a man is sitting on a couch and says it 's your birthday , i feel like that needs to be celebrated

Happy Birthday!! 🥳🎂🎉

Oh boy, that is one of my favorite collections. I would happily read anything Skri writes. 💜💜💜

Digital drawing of Slede (slime Stede) half-engulfing Ed from behind—he's formed a slenis (slime penis) over Ed's t-dick, and Ed's jerking it off. There are ripples inside indicating that the slime is transferring the sensations from Ed's hand down through itself to the base. "Well?" Stede says. "Holy fuck," Ed says. "Everything it's cracked up to be?" Stede says, even though the expression on his face is insufferably gleeful like he knows full well Ed is finding it everything it's cracked up to be.

anyway what i meant to say is

I am looking SO DISRESPECTFULLY 👀💀😍

Truly 🥰

Thank you, both! I feel so lucky to have worked on that pod 💜

Podfic appreciation post!
Podfics are art just like fanart or fanfic is. They take time, effort, skill, talent, & equipment to make.
To counter some shitty attitudes about podfics I've seen on the TL lately, please leave a comment below with love for a podfic or podficcer you enjoy listening to!

Ed thinks about the terrifyingly gentle push of Stede's lips. The give and the heat and the breath of it. He thinks about his own babbling mouth, going anyway, anyway, trying frantically to fill the white space between them. He thinks about the noise that had escaped Stede at the moment of contact; this low, urgent sound made of air and letter M’s. He thinks about how chaste it had been, how sweet; no tongues or teeth or ass-grabbing or…or anything. He thinks about the way his toes had still gone numb over it, his heart stumbling weakly like a newborn foal. In the days that followed, Ed had kept waiting for his heart to find its footing. To dig its stupid little hooves into the ground and heave itself upright. Ed's still waiting.

Stede: How's the view from down there? Ed whips around. The pencil falls into the sand. Up on the dunes is a familiar silhouette, wearing a familiar fancy-looking scarf. It whips about in the wind, but it doesn't seem to be choking him this time. Ed might be choking, though. Just a little. Stede raises one arm in a big, buoyant wave. Ed: great. really fuckin great, stede And then, just because he can: :)

So as it turns out, i have approximately ZERO hours to post tomorrow, so!! early update! my fic for the #OFMDReverseBang is COMPLETE! thank you so much @bbyteach.bsky.social & @petrichorca.bsky.social for your collective efforts, you're both amazing xx

archiveofourown.org/works/674105...

Chapter 4 is up my dears! No scary sound effects in this one. Just LOTS of Lucius sass. xo

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work has been <hideous shrieking> so progress on Free Space continues to be slow, but in honour of #wipwednesday, have you been wondering what happens to the Harpist-Ed and Runaway-Groom-Stede the morning after Nocturne? dw dw I'm on it boo 🫡

I LOVE THEM, YOUR HONOR 😭💜😭💜

Chapter 4 is up my dears! No scary sound effects in this one. Just LOTS of Lucius sass. xo

A portrait of Mary from Our Flag Means Death, drawn in digital pencil. She is visible from the shoulders up and is looking off to the viewer's right with a quizzical expression

Mary Allamby Bonnet, artist, mother, aspiring widow

Sharing porn with sad friends is my special skill

Sweetheart!!! I'm so sorry! Let me get right on that!