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Dahlia 🏴‍☠️🍊🌈
@serpentanddahlia.bsky.social
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serpentanddahlia.bsky.social
Dahlia 🏴‍☠️🍊🌈 @serpentanddahlia.bsky.social · 44m
endless free divorce boys snips/bonus content

(also ughhhh I’m so sorry)
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aloc @aloc.bsky.social · 11d
#ofmd #inktobermustache #inktober2025 #gentlebeard
inktober prompt is mustache. Stede is combing Ed's mustache. i am not ok but i am still drawing
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GayWatson 🌈🏴‍☠️🎨 @gaywatson.bsky.social · 1d
They needed to be closer, actually
#OFMD #OFMDfanart #StaurdayMorningSketch
Full color illustration of Ed and Stede sharing an early morning cup of tea on the deck of the Revenge. The timeline is a somewhat nebulous S2, perhaps a “What If” scene. Ed is wearing the pink Depression Robe open and loosely draped across his shoulders, Stede is bare chested and they’re both leaning, pressed tight shoulder to elbow, making moon-eyes at each other. It’s insufferably charming.
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aloc @aloc.bsky.social · 3d
#inktoberreckless #ofmdinktober #gentlebeard
i tried to draw gentlebeard kissing instead of escaping the danger.. but i have no idea what shadows of firearms look like..😬and as one can tell from this pic i have a very vague idea of what ppl look like🤔
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Owltrousers @owltrousers.bsky.social · 1d
Spoiler: S2 ep7 #OurFlagMeansDeath

EPISODE 7: Man on Fire
Small embroidery in the style of the Bayeux Tapestry. The central panel depicts episode 7 of Series 2 of the TV show Our Flag Means Death with smaller panels above and below featuring additional scenes and items from the episode
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GerlindeMoon @gerlindemoon.bsky.social · 2d
Technically a WIP? Butt*…I wanted to share it with you guys #ofmd #nsfw
A WIP illustration of a nsfw drawing of Ed laying naked in a sketched out bed. He’s laying on his front with his legs partially under the blanket but with his whole back and butt exposed. His face is covered mostly from his left shoulder but you can partially see him looking to the side with his hair flowing down his back.
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Dahlia 🏴‍☠️🍊🌈 @serpentanddahlia.bsky.social · 1d
Chappell was exactly as life changing as I knew she would be I am ALIVE y’all!!!!! and yes I did get weepy about the divorce boys during subway thanks for asking
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Jenn Lee overboard! @self-induljennt.bsky.social · 2d
"EDWARD!"

Here's stock photo studies while I was playing D&D tonight.

#omfd #OurFlagMeansDeath
Drawing of Ed and Stede from Our Flag Means Death. Ed is naked and jumping into water. Stede is in way and is going to get splatted by his hurdling naked boyfriend. Is he terrified? Is he a little turned on? Yes.
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Dahlia 🏴‍☠️🍊🌈 @serpentanddahlia.bsky.social · 3d
I think they make f&c versions in the pods too, so if it does turn out you can only use those you might still have options. Good luck!
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Dahlia 🏴‍☠️🍊🌈 @serpentanddahlia.bsky.social · 3d
my partner (who has the crazy sense of smell version of autism) swears that they can taste soap on our dishes, so it definitely can be A Thing. We switched to a liquid free & clear/no fragrance detergent and that has helped
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Dahlia 🏴‍☠️🍊🌈 @serpentanddahlia.bsky.social · 4d
Ed’s going to be so normal about this later 😌
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Deanbird @deanbird.bsky.social · 4d
He's watching Blondie over there, and is immediately, hopelessly enamoured! What ridiculous thing is Stede doing that will have Ed sauntering over in T-minus 2 minutes?

#ofmd #OFMDfanart
Ed Teach from Our Flag Means Death posed from the hips up. He's got an expression on his face that looks like a mix between a smirk and an embarrassed smile. He's two seconds away from twirling his hair around his finger. His right hand is curled up around his mouth and his left lies down to his side. He's wearing a pink long sleeved shirt with a snake pattern, and the shirt, his skin, and his dark wavy hair are highlighted in bright neon colors from pinkish red to purple to blue. His hair is half up with a small bun corralling the top half. The background is bright purple.
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Dahlia 🏴‍☠️🍊🌈 @serpentanddahlia.bsky.social · 4d
Surely this won’t cause any awkwardness during their clandestine party planning meetings
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Dahlia 🏴‍☠️🍊🌈 @serpentanddahlia.bsky.social · 4d
Somehow I am STILL stuck in the car so everyone who voted for horny WIP Wednesday is getting lucky ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

Ed has some inconvenient dreams (cw for a la croix’s whisper of somnophilia)
The person behind him was breathing hard. "Fuck," they hissed under their breath. "How could I resist you, when you're like this?" They rolled into him, deeper and deeper. "You're so hot inside, sweetheart. Feel so good." They punctuated this with one firm thrust. Ed's body lolled limp against the mattress. It felt impossibly good, his whole body shivering with it. But he was too sleepy and gone to do much else but take it. The person struck up a steady rhythm now, unrelenting. Kissing Ed all over the back of his neck, his shoulders. Murmuring praise. "So good. So good for me. Can't get enough of you." Teeth bit down slow and firm into the curve of Ed's shoulder. "You drive me mad, Ed. I love you so much." Ed woke up all at once. Painfully hard. Painfully alert. Painfully aware of just who it was he was dreaming about. It wasn't a memory, not exactly. More like...he'd lived a dozen moments, just like that dream. After the dam broke, after they finally got it together, Stede became insatiable. Well, they both had. But Stede especially. They were young, dumb, full of come, and in love for the first time. Food tasted better, colors were brighter, and Ed could get it up three to five times in a couple hour span without breaking a sweat. God help them when their days off aligned—they'd been known to spend thirty-six hours straight in bed, until their stomachs were growling and the whole house reeked of sex and the rats' nest of Ed's hair had to be combed out with coconut oil. They actually had to replace their bedsheets at one point, after Ed dug his heels into the mattress so hard while Stede was eating him out, he ripped a hole straight through them. And Ed couldn't count the number of times he'd woken up like that, already being fucked— his body warm and loose and pliant, instinctively opening himself up to Stede, even in his sleep. He'd never trusted anyone like that since. Ed had thought it would cool down, eventually— the honeymoon era. But it never did. They were always hot for each other, always grabbing and groping and wrestling on the couch. Right up until the day Ed left. So good. So good for me. Can't get enough of you. This time, it wasn't some disembodied voice whispering in Ed's ear, but Stede crowded in close along his back. The blazing heat of his limbs octopus-ed around Ed every which way—pinning him in place, just the way he knew Ed liked. Gripping Ed by the thigh to lift his hips up, because he already knew that was the best way to hit that perfect angle that made Ed whimper and cry out. Dragging his lips back and forth across the back of Ed's neck, the way he always used to do, because Ed was ticklish there, and the way it made him shiver and twitch felt good on Stede's dick, buried deep inside him. Without his permission, Ed's hand began to creep down the length of his body, reaching for his own prick. He was already a little wet at the head. Ed gave himself a loose stroke, and he was so hungry for it, his toes curled-his back arched away from the mattress. His whole body was dewed with sweat. Out in the hallway, the creak of his mother's footsteps. Ed dropped his dick like he'd been burned, like he was thirteen and hiding porn under his mattress again. Fuck. What was he doing? In just a few hours, he was going to see Stede again—he'd be sitting across from him, within touching distance. Felt like a bad idea, maybe. Starting the day jerking off while fantasizing about the guy. Tempting fate, or something. His dick stared up at him, accusatory. "Calm down," he muttered to it, because obviously he was losing it so yeah— why not talk back to his own erection? More footsteps in the hall, followed by Mum's singsong voice. "Eddie? You awake in there? It's getting late!" Ed closed his eyes and took a long breath through his nose. "Be out in a minute," he called back. He peeked his eyes open. His dick was still glaring at him, still hard enough to break concrete. You drive me mad, Ed. I love you so much. It was going to be a long fucking day.
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serpentanddahlia.bsky.social
Dahlia 🏴‍☠️🍊🌈 @serpentanddahlia.bsky.social · 4d
yooooo shhh don’t tell but same 💀
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Dahlia 🏴‍☠️🍊🌈 @serpentanddahlia.bsky.social · 4d
OH MY GOD ITS GORGEOUS 😭 THAT PINK SKY IM DYIIIING
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Dahlia 🏴‍☠️🍊🌈 @serpentanddahlia.bsky.social · 4d
Oh they’re going to lose their minds. The fandom is going to be absolutely insufferable for weeks (as they should be)
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Dahlia 🏴‍☠️🍊🌈 @serpentanddahlia.bsky.social · 4d
Oh yeah, and when they get back together Ed is going to write THEE most insane shit about him
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Dahlia 🏴‍☠️🍊🌈 @serpentanddahlia.bsky.social · 4d
yeah tbh I do NOT blame you, they’ve got a bit of a hard road ahead of them…
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Dahlia 🏴‍☠️🍊🌈 @serpentanddahlia.bsky.social · 4d
Let it out, no judgment 😌
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Dahlia 🏴‍☠️🍊🌈 @serpentanddahlia.bsky.social · 4d
I’m stuck in a car for another 6 - 8 hours so you might get your wish tbh
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Dahlia 🏴‍☠️🍊🌈 @serpentanddahlia.bsky.social · 4d
Not in the bits I’ve written so far but perhaps down the road? It was definitely something ~*sexy*~ though
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Dahlia 🏴‍☠️🍊🌈 @serpentanddahlia.bsky.social · 4d
Well everyone said they wanted the romantic horny sad trifecta and he is indeed all of those things 🤭
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Dahlia 🏴‍☠️🍊🌈 @serpentanddahlia.bsky.social · 4d
Oops that should probably have a suggestive content label on it, heads up!
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Dahlia 🏴‍☠️🍊🌈 @serpentanddahlia.bsky.social · 4d
Ok for now the 🫠s have it but if I get bored I might post a cheeky ❤️‍🔥 later…

For WIP Wednesday, Stede opens up to Lucius about his past
"Did you love him?" Lucius asked. Stede tipped his head back and stared at the ceiling. He was twenty-one, and signing his name next to Ed's on the marriage license. "You don't have to to do this. " But Ed had only smiled. "I know." He was twenty-two, and sitting next to Ed at the end of a dock-staring into those enormous buckwheat honey eyes, the flame of the birthday candle dancing in the black of his pupils. Stede took a deep breath, and made a wish for courage. He was twenty-three, and Ed was in his lap, letting out the tiniest hiccuping sighs as he rocked slowly on Stede's cock. Their mouths were pressed against each other-just sharing air, too boneless and fucked out to even kiss properly. Stede's dick hurt pretty much all the time these days, that was how much sex they were having, but he couldn't bear to stop. He was twenty-four, and he had a cold, and he was miserable, and he'd snapped at Ed at least half a dozen times that day because being sick always made him feel scared and sad, like a trapped animal, but instead of giving up on him Ed had made him soup and when Stede burst into tears at the sight he'd climbed right into the bed and held him while he cried and cried. He was twenty-five, and dozing on Anne's couch on Christmas Eve. His head was on Ed's shoulder, and he was drooling on his shirt, and he was too sleepy to even pick a fight about whether or not Die Hard was a Christmas movie. He was twenty-six, and hooking his chin over Ed's shoulder to get a peek at the lyrics he was writing in his notebook. "You cannot write that about me!" He shrieked, and his attempts to wrestle the pen out of Ed's hand led to an hour of play wrestling and kissing on their living room floor. He was twenty-six, and waking up to find Ed's side of the bed cold, and a Dear John letter waiting for him on the kitchen table in place of his husband. "I didn't realize it, at first," Stede managed to say. "But yes. I loved him. I think I always had. Just took me a while to get there, but we did figure it out eventually." In spite of himself, he smiled. "And then we were very happy, for a little while."
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