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Eros 🏹 The Destroyer
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Eros 🏹 The Destroyer @erosrevenge.bsky.social · Nov 15
“The very reason I write is so that I might not sleepwalk through my entire life.” ~Zadie Smith
Eros writing thread
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If I threaten to knock someone's teeth out again will y'all stfu? I don't give a flying rats ass if she's a fan or a business or a fucking turkey, it's absolutely tone deaf to the fact that so many are not able to afford FOOD & we're constantly reminded we can't even enjoy fandom for free now.
October 29, 2025 at 1:28 PM
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I'm still here witches ✨

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Cain Culto - Brujería (Official Music Video)
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September 25, 2025 at 9:47 PM
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Some people are better left ghosts.
Some melodies, best forgotten.

✨ Drops of Jupiter 🌙

Queer • Emotional • Nostalgic • Spicy

📚 More info coming soon!!

#DropsOfJupiter #QueerRomance #BookAnnouncement #LGBTQBooks #IndyAuthor #DebutNovel
Drops of Jupiter by Eros K. Pupillo Novel cover: black background with colorful galaxy of stars on the top and bottom. Centered is a half full moon with the title and author, above which is a bright star centered over the title. Book summary: In the summer of 2002, Johnny "JD" Moon sets out to escape his small town life in his bust blue Pontiac with nothing but a duffle bag and a goal: live a little. College-bound in the fall, JD sees his summer in Ocean City, Maryland, as his one last chance to blow off some steam before he has to get serious about life, and he isn’t going to waste it. Under the wing of his flamboyant roommate, Luke, JD finds himself in a world filled with late nights, loud music, and liberation, but his beachfront getaway holds more than just taffy and hotel parties, setting off a series of events that will change his life forever. Beginning with a chance encounter on the boardwalk, JD is quickly drawn into a whirlwind romance of whispered words and breathless kisses that he is no longer content to live without. Summer has an expiration date, though, and on the other side of it, their real lives are waiting for them miles away from the ocean and each other. Decades in the future, Johnny still carries the unseen scars of their goodbye and all the memories that come with them. Haunted by the ghost of what could have been, he embarks on a journey to reconnect with the only person who can give him closure on the past he can't seem to leave behind. Told through the dual timelines of euphoric youth and present day hope, Drops of Jupiter is a journey through time from first love to learning to let go, and every lingering melody in between.
August 4, 2025 at 2:01 AM
erosrevenge.bsky.social
Some people are better left ghosts.
Some melodies, best forgotten.

✨ Drops of Jupiter 🌙

Queer • Emotional • Nostalgic • Spicy

📚 More info coming soon!!

#DropsOfJupiter #QueerRomance #BookAnnouncement #LGBTQBooks #IndyAuthor #DebutNovel
Drops of Jupiter by Eros K. Pupillo Novel cover: black background with colorful galaxy of stars on the top and bottom. Centered is a half full moon with the title and author, above which is a bright star centered over the title. Book summary: In the summer of 2002, Johnny "JD" Moon sets out to escape his small town life in his bust blue Pontiac with nothing but a duffle bag and a goal: live a little. College-bound in the fall, JD sees his summer in Ocean City, Maryland, as his one last chance to blow off some steam before he has to get serious about life, and he isn’t going to waste it. Under the wing of his flamboyant roommate, Luke, JD finds himself in a world filled with late nights, loud music, and liberation, but his beachfront getaway holds more than just taffy and hotel parties, setting off a series of events that will change his life forever. Beginning with a chance encounter on the boardwalk, JD is quickly drawn into a whirlwind romance of whispered words and breathless kisses that he is no longer content to live without. Summer has an expiration date, though, and on the other side of it, their real lives are waiting for them miles away from the ocean and each other. Decades in the future, Johnny still carries the unseen scars of their goodbye and all the memories that come with them. Haunted by the ghost of what could have been, he embarks on a journey to reconnect with the only person who can give him closure on the past he can't seem to leave behind. Told through the dual timelines of euphoric youth and present day hope, Drops of Jupiter is a journey through time from first love to learning to let go, and every lingering melody in between.
August 4, 2025 at 2:01 AM
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🍩SHOP IS NOW OPEN🍩

We have standees available for pre order and a few stickers too. We will gradually add more in the coming weeks.

Please feel free to follow and share and help a new small business grow 💜💜💜

ko-fi.com/unholeydesig...
Visit UnholeyDesigns's Shop!
I've opened a shop. Come take a look!
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August 1, 2025 at 2:53 PM
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🥲🫂🏴‍☠️ ENDLESS GRATITUDE

"It's about belonging to something..." and I am forever proud and thankful to belong to this crew 🙏🏼🖤

#ofmd #ourflagmeansdeath #crewforlife
I just want to say thank everyone for donating and sharing the post for the funeral services. Any funds that may come in over what we need for the funeral will go to purchasing flowers and paying for the wake, and anything after that will go to Jordin's mother to help with bills since she's been out of work through all of this. We are so thankful beyond words to everyone for doing what they could. It is going to be a long road for the girls and Andrew (their father) in healing from this tragedy, but your compassion has helped to take one less stressor from us all during this time. I love you all deeply and am eternally thankful for the family that I have found in this crew as a whole. ~Eros
July 27, 2025 at 10:04 PM
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1 last push for the weekend. We are almost there. We only need $700 more. The family is asking ppl to send any further donations via cashapp if possible due to the limited time. The mothers info is in the gfm info. If not, the gfm is fine. Anything helps and we are endlessly grateful 🫂 Ty #ofmd crew
July 26, 2025 at 3:07 PM
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Please help me to keep this cycling. The family needs to raise at least 8k in order to pay for the basics of the funeral service.

This is the sweet boy with my daughter when she was born. He was so happy to have a baby sister. "My baby," he would say, holding her. She misses her brotherly so much.
July 24, 2025 at 1:13 PM
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Please help me to keep this cycling. The family needs to raise at least 8k in order to pay for the basics of the funeral service.

This is the sweet boy with my daughter when she was born. He was so happy to have a baby sister. "My baby," he would say, holding her. She misses her brotherly so much.
July 24, 2025 at 1:13 PM
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Our dear @erosrevenge.bsky.social has lost a loved one. They were only 14, in the wrong place at the wrong time. Now, insurance may be contested.

If you can donate, please do. I'll sketch you a little something in thanks. If you can't, please spread the word 💜

www.gofundme.com/f/help-us-ho...
Donate to Help Us Honor a Kind Soul Taken Too Soon, organized by Desiree Lewis
In Loving Memory of My Son As many of you already know, on Friday, July 18,… Desiree Lewis needs your support for Help Us Honor a Kind Soul Taken Too Soon
www.gofundme.com
July 24, 2025 at 9:26 AM
erosrevenge.bsky.social
#ofmd crew please, my family needs you to pull through a miracle 🙏🏼 On Friday night, July 18th my kids 14 year old half brother was the victim of a homicide just down the street from his house while trying to help defend his friend from a man with a knife 🧵
July 23, 2025 at 10:49 PM
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hey all,
our dear pirate pal @erosrevenge.bsky.social and their family is going through a terrible tragedy right now and needs some help raising money. 🔗 to a gfm is in the replies and details can be found there. any help (monetary or just boosting) would be greatly appreciated 💜
July 23, 2025 at 6:24 PM
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I hope our pirate crew can help another one out. A close family member of our @erosrevenge.bsky.social was unfortunately killed and the family have set up a go fund me to help with the funeral. The world is cruel with another life cut very short

Any help is appreciated especially from Eros

Ty💜
Donate to Help Us Honor a Kind Soul Taken Too Soon, organized by Desiree Lewis
In Loving Memory of My Son As many of you already know, on Friday, July 18,… Desiree Lewis needs your support for Help Us Honor a Kind Soul Taken Too Soon
www.gofundme.com
July 23, 2025 at 6:29 PM
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@3lawsofrobotics.bsky.social MY LYN HAS RETURNED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 🙌🏼
July 6, 2025 at 3:37 PM
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June 8, 2025 at 12:57 AM
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Anyone in the mood for feelings?!? 🌙✨
June 4, 2025 at 9:41 PM
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Did you know that Edward Teach graduated in 2002 and spent the summer falling in love in OC Maryland?

If not, you're missing out on the nostalgia of Drops of Jupiter, a (completed) MMAU for millennials who refuse to move on from first love 🌙✨ (music in story).

#ofmd #OurFlagMeansDeath #ofmdfanfic
May 25, 2025 at 7:00 PM
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thatjadeykinns.bsky.social
little Stede in skirts zine for my Stede in skirt truthers for #ofmdzineweek. Feel free to colour it in, print and post it!!

Download from the drive below

Let me see all the beautiful skirt Stedes 🥰🥰🥰

#ofmd #ourflagmeansdeath
May 26, 2025 at 5:59 PM
erosrevenge.bsky.social
Did you know that Edward Teach graduated in 2002 and spent the summer falling in love in OC Maryland?

If not, you're missing out on the nostalgia of Drops of Jupiter, a (completed) MMAU for millennials who refuse to move on from first love 🌙✨ (music in story).

#ofmd #OurFlagMeansDeath #ofmdfanfic
May 25, 2025 at 7:00 PM
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On this day of my birth, I offer up my Madness boys as they approach the end of their story.

"Slowly, languid as a dream edging toward nightmare..." ❤️‍🔥

#ofmd #OurFlagMeansDeath #ofmdfanfic
Ed steps carefully beyond the threshold, pushing the massive door closed behind him, and halts in his tracks. Candles—hundreds of them, maybe thousands—flood the interior of the church, lining the altar, the pews, the curve of the apse. Their flames pulse low and steady, expelling shadows in a conscious, silent heartbeat along the walls. Demons dancing. Ed drags his eyes up over the gothic ceiling, following as they climb endlessly around the pillars and stretch boney fingers into the heavens. Above him the faces of saints twist, eyes hungry and mouths snarling with sinister intent. He pulls his gaze away quickly before the thought alone has them crashing down to devour him. Ed focuses his eyes ahead of him, searching in the shifting shadows until he can make out the dais in the distance, and steps between the glowing pews. The fall of his foot is like thunder, shattering the quiet like glass with a single movement. Abruptly, the temperature drops—a bone deep chill sweeping through his veins like being plunged into ancient waters. All at once, a violent shiver runs down his spine, jolting his body into movement. Ed reaches out a hand swiftly, steading himself on the pew next him and a rush of air bursts itself from his lungs, crystalizing. His throat goes raw with the burn of cold enveloping him. It should be a warning—Danger—but he hasn’t taken a single one yet, he isn’t about to start now. Not when he’s so close to bringing this to an end. Ed pushes forward, bracing against the sudden freeze, determination focused on each slow step until the alter becomes clear and distinguishable in his sight. It’s not the alter he remembers from boyhood though, or even from a few months ago when he laid his father to rest. Archaic symbols are cut deeply into the stone, a language that he cannot read but recognizes in his blood. Something not made to be read with the tongue, but burnt into the mind, carved into the soul. Ed stares at the script, the way it’s slashed hastily, yet precise with a skilled hand. The symbols appearance mirror the sound of Katarina’s lullaby, and he feels mesmerized. Something moves in his periphery, passing over the shadows of flame light that have taken on new forms, but he cannot will himself to move. The atmosphere around him shifts, humming low. Ed can’t tell if he’s still breathing or not, the vibration of an inaudible frequency resonating in his chest, through his heart. The hair on his neck prickles, activating every one of his survival instincts at once, and his limbs flood with adrenaline that has to where to go. “It’s primal, you know?” a voice rings out. It sounds like it’s coming from every direction, bouncing erratically through the chamber. “Fearing the shadows. That innate panic telling you to run. ” Ed tries again to move but he remains paralyzed with his eyes pinned to the carvings. An outline bleeds slowly into frame just beyond the alter stone, as of materializing from nothing. The mirage appears jagged and broken, moving in ways that no living thing can. “Running is only effective when it’s away though, Edward. If you keep running towards the wolf, eventually…” All at once the cathedral goes silent and the invisible chains holding him captive fall away. Ed slumps with the release and his gaze snaps up to the figure before him. His eyes adjust to the muted golden hues of candlelight casting just enough brightness to reveal their features. “…you get the teeth.” Ed’s heart screams in his chest, every muscle aching with confusion. The breath he had just regained catches in his throat once more, disbelief drowning him. Tears well in his eyes, pain unlike anything that’s come before. He gasps in reaction and then exhales a single, quaking, word. Then a series of emojis hiding the name...
May 23, 2025 at 10:06 PM
erosrevenge.bsky.social
On this day of my birth, I offer up my Madness boys as they approach the end of their story.

"Slowly, languid as a dream edging toward nightmare..." ❤️‍🔥

#ofmd #OurFlagMeansDeath #ofmdfanfic
Ed steps carefully beyond the threshold, pushing the massive door closed behind him, and halts in his tracks. Candles—hundreds of them, maybe thousands—flood the interior of the church, lining the altar, the pews, the curve of the apse. Their flames pulse low and steady, expelling shadows in a conscious, silent heartbeat along the walls. Demons dancing. Ed drags his eyes up over the gothic ceiling, following as they climb endlessly around the pillars and stretch boney fingers into the heavens. Above him the faces of saints twist, eyes hungry and mouths snarling with sinister intent. He pulls his gaze away quickly before the thought alone has them crashing down to devour him. Ed focuses his eyes ahead of him, searching in the shifting shadows until he can make out the dais in the distance, and steps between the glowing pews. The fall of his foot is like thunder, shattering the quiet like glass with a single movement. Abruptly, the temperature drops—a bone deep chill sweeping through his veins like being plunged into ancient waters. All at once, a violent shiver runs down his spine, jolting his body into movement. Ed reaches out a hand swiftly, steading himself on the pew next him and a rush of air bursts itself from his lungs, crystalizing. His throat goes raw with the burn of cold enveloping him. It should be a warning—Danger—but he hasn’t taken a single one yet, he isn’t about to start now. Not when he’s so close to bringing this to an end. Ed pushes forward, bracing against the sudden freeze, determination focused on each slow step until the alter becomes clear and distinguishable in his sight. It’s not the alter he remembers from boyhood though, or even from a few months ago when he laid his father to rest. Archaic symbols are cut deeply into the stone, a language that he cannot read but recognizes in his blood. Something not made to be read with the tongue, but burnt into the mind, carved into the soul. Ed stares at the script, the way it’s slashed hastily, yet precise with a skilled hand. The symbols appearance mirror the sound of Katarina’s lullaby, and he feels mesmerized. Something moves in his periphery, passing over the shadows of flame light that have taken on new forms, but he cannot will himself to move. The atmosphere around him shifts, humming low. Ed can’t tell if he’s still breathing or not, the vibration of an inaudible frequency resonating in his chest, through his heart. The hair on his neck prickles, activating every one of his survival instincts at once, and his limbs flood with adrenaline that has to where to go. “It’s primal, you know?” a voice rings out. It sounds like it’s coming from every direction, bouncing erratically through the chamber. “Fearing the shadows. That innate panic telling you to run. ” Ed tries again to move but he remains paralyzed with his eyes pinned to the carvings. An outline bleeds slowly into frame just beyond the alter stone, as of materializing from nothing. The mirage appears jagged and broken, moving in ways that no living thing can. “Running is only effective when it’s away though, Edward. If you keep running towards the wolf, eventually…” All at once the cathedral goes silent and the invisible chains holding him captive fall away. Ed slumps with the release and his gaze snaps up to the figure before him. His eyes adjust to the muted golden hues of candlelight casting just enough brightness to reveal their features. “…you get the teeth.” Ed’s heart screams in his chest, every muscle aching with confusion. The breath he had just regained catches in his throat once more, disbelief drowning him. Tears well in his eyes, pain unlike anything that’s come before. He gasps in reaction and then exhales a single, quaking, word. Then a series of emojis hiding the name...
May 23, 2025 at 10:06 PM
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A Madness Most Discreet ❤️‍🔥

"Condemned villain, I do apprehend thee. Obey and go with me, for thou must die."

The end is near.

#ofmd #ofmdfanfic #ourflagmeansdeath #WIPwednesday
WNVC Breaking New Anchor 1: “Tonight, a city mourns the loss of New Verona business executive and philanthropist Katarina Bonnet, shot and killed late last night in what authorities are calling a targeted attack.” Anchor 2: “Bonnet, was widely regarded as a rising star in the family business, lauded for her recent work on the revitalization project. Her death has sent shockwaves through the city’s political and social elite.” Chief: “We are currently investigating all leads. At this time, our primary suspect is Edward Teach—heir to the Teach family legacy and a known figure in New Verona’s underworld crime syndicate.” Anchor 2: “Teach is believed to have fled the scene shortly after Bonnet’s death. He is considered armed and extremely dangerous. A warrant has been issued for his arrest. Anchor 1: “In a related incident, a fire broke out earlier this morning at the Teach residence in North End. Investigators have not ruled out arson, though no official statement has been released. As tensions rise between the city’s founding families, officials urge calm. But with no statement from the Bonnet patriarch, and Edward Teach still at large, many fear this is only the beginning.” The Towers Security guards stand shoulder to shoulder at the main entrance, guns visible. Charles watches at the edge of the main floor, jaw tight. His phone buzzes unanswered at his side. A Bonnet lieutenant whispers something into his ear. Charles nods, grim. "Lock it down." ~*~ Elysium Jim locks the service door, eyes scanning the empty back alley. A bat leans beside the frame. Behind them, faint music still plays inside—unaware or unwilling to acknowledge the shifting ground. Fang leans against a wall nearby, phone still in hand from his call with Ed. “They’re gonna start rounding us up,” he mutters. Jim doesn’t look at him. “Let them try.” ~*~ South General Hospital A Bonnet suit stands outside a hospital room, hands folded in front of him as he watches. Todd blinks awake in his hospital bed, groaning in pain, and a nurse comes in. Besides his bed a habit covered head lifts to him, thumb still scrolling the phone in her hand. She turns to Todd, eyes cold. “What?” he asks, voice low and raw. “Retaliation’s already started,” Rose tells him before making the sign of the cross, lips murmuring a prayer. A vigil for Katarina glows, a crowd gathering at the edge of the street where the Teach residence once stood, now reduced to ash and char. In the alley, a mural has already appeared overnight—hastily painted, illumunated with candles at its boarder. A woman lights one with shaking hands, jumping away when a black car screeches around the corner. A group of men stand watch from across the street, hands buried in jackets, waiting. ~*~ Two hooded figures unload crates by lamplight into Tartarus’ basement. Another man hurries behind them, pushing his way down the stairs urgently. “They’re moving,” he says quickly, not stopping for a reaction. “It’s starting.” One of the hooded men nods, palm tapping against the crate in his arms, “We’re ready.” ~*~ “New Verona remains under high alert tonight. With no statement from the Bonnet patriarch, and no sign of Edward Teach, fear continues to mount. Police presence has doubled in high-risk zones, but residents are advised to stay indoors until further notice.”
May 21, 2025 at 8:11 PM
erosrevenge.bsky.social
A Madness Most Discreet ❤️‍🔥

"Condemned villain, I do apprehend thee. Obey and go with me, for thou must die."

The end is near.

#ofmd #ofmdfanfic #ourflagmeansdeath #WIPwednesday
WNVC Breaking New Anchor 1: “Tonight, a city mourns the loss of New Verona business executive and philanthropist Katarina Bonnet, shot and killed late last night in what authorities are calling a targeted attack.” Anchor 2: “Bonnet, was widely regarded as a rising star in the family business, lauded for her recent work on the revitalization project. Her death has sent shockwaves through the city’s political and social elite.” Chief: “We are currently investigating all leads. At this time, our primary suspect is Edward Teach—heir to the Teach family legacy and a known figure in New Verona’s underworld crime syndicate.” Anchor 2: “Teach is believed to have fled the scene shortly after Bonnet’s death. He is considered armed and extremely dangerous. A warrant has been issued for his arrest. Anchor 1: “In a related incident, a fire broke out earlier this morning at the Teach residence in North End. Investigators have not ruled out arson, though no official statement has been released. As tensions rise between the city’s founding families, officials urge calm. But with no statement from the Bonnet patriarch, and Edward Teach still at large, many fear this is only the beginning.” The Towers Security guards stand shoulder to shoulder at the main entrance, guns visible. Charles watches at the edge of the main floor, jaw tight. His phone buzzes unanswered at his side. A Bonnet lieutenant whispers something into his ear. Charles nods, grim. "Lock it down." ~*~ Elysium Jim locks the service door, eyes scanning the empty back alley. A bat leans beside the frame. Behind them, faint music still plays inside—unaware or unwilling to acknowledge the shifting ground. Fang leans against a wall nearby, phone still in hand from his call with Ed. “They’re gonna start rounding us up,” he mutters. Jim doesn’t look at him. “Let them try.” ~*~ South General Hospital A Bonnet suit stands outside a hospital room, hands folded in front of him as he watches. Todd blinks awake in his hospital bed, groaning in pain, and a nurse comes in. Besides his bed a habit covered head lifts to him, thumb still scrolling the phone in her hand. She turns to Todd, eyes cold. “What?” he asks, voice low and raw. “Retaliation’s already started,” Rose tells him before making the sign of the cross, lips murmuring a prayer. A vigil for Katarina glows, a crowd gathering at the edge of the street where the Teach residence once stood, now reduced to ash and char. In the alley, a mural has already appeared overnight—hastily painted, illumunated with candles at its boarder. A woman lights one with shaking hands, jumping away when a black car screeches around the corner. A group of men stand watch from across the street, hands buried in jackets, waiting. ~*~ Two hooded figures unload crates by lamplight into Tartarus’ basement. Another man hurries behind them, pushing his way down the stairs urgently. “They’re moving,” he says quickly, not stopping for a reaction. “It’s starting.” One of the hooded men nods, palm tapping against the crate in his arms, “We’re ready.” ~*~ “New Verona remains under high alert tonight. With no statement from the Bonnet patriarch, and no sign of Edward Teach, fear continues to mount. Police presence has doubled in high-risk zones, but residents are advised to stay indoors until further notice.”
May 21, 2025 at 8:11 PM
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🧵NOTICE TO #ofmdfanfic READERS:

I will be finishing Madness for the ppl who have been following it for the last year and then I will be pulling it, Jupiter, and maybe a few others from Ao3.

I will announce before I pull them but if you haven't read and you want to, now's the time (1/4) #ofmd
erosrevenge.bsky.social Eros 🏹 The Destroyer @erosrevenge.bsky.social · Nov 15
“The very reason I write is so that I might not sleepwalk through my entire life.” ~Zadie Smith
Eros writing thread
May 18, 2025 at 5:14 PM