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Alison in winter ❄️
@alimasin.bsky.social
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she/her, 🎉40🎉, writing about gay pirates, short chapter enthusiast, #FallFrontFriday
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alimasin.bsky.social
Oh so it's THAT time again
My beloveds 💖

Movie you’ve watched more than six times with a gif. Hard mode: no Stars (Wars or Trek), LOTR, or Marvel.
December 8, 2025 at 12:29 AM
alimasin.bsky.social
First 6 days of @ofmdsac.bsky.social 's advent calendar of Stede-coded treasures 😍
Front "cover" of an advent calendar designed to look like Stede's journal from ofmd. Arranged on top of it are: a necklace with charm of the potted fern, a book keychain with Pinocchio on the cover, a bracelet that says "I Am Aqdequate," a pin that says "Gentleman Pirate," a temporary tattoo that says "Polite Menace" (words appearing backwards), and a necklace with a lighthouse charm.
December 7, 2025 at 4:18 PM
alimasin.bsky.social
I made a little video of me opening the door for this one! marvel at my uh amazing cinematography but mostly at how delightful this whole setup is!
December 4, 2025 at 1:49 PM
alimasin.bsky.social
For when you have to do things like "go to work" and "be subtle about your obsessions" 😩 (it's so cute!)
A person with brown hair wearing a green sweater and a necklace that looks like Stede's plant
December 2, 2025 at 1:57 PM
alimasin.bsky.social
One last WIP snippet from me for the #FallFrontFriday Fall Festival! Didn't finish this one but watch for it on a future Fall Front Friday...
(Also: a later part of this showcases a *different* underutilized clothing feature 👀)
“Hmmm.” Blackbeard traced an X with the point of his knife across the fall front of the Gentleman Pirate's teal breeches, his touch so light that it didn't even snag the satin cloth. The Gentleman shuddered. “A fancy man with fancy clothes,” Blackbeard murmured. He flicked the knife-tip against one of the buttons that held up the fall, and the ringing of metal-on-metal echoed in the silent cabin. “Oh, please,” the Gentleman whispered. “Hmmm?” Blackbeard seemed distracted, mesmerized, as he delicately traced his knifepoint along the button’s embossed design. “These—” Blackbeard didn’t look up, so the Gentleman cleared his throat and spoke a little louder, careful to remain respectful. “These are—they’re my favorite pants.”
November 22, 2025 at 1:32 AM
alimasin.bsky.social
Please read folks' new stories first! (check the quotes on the post below) but if you have time for an oldie, this story of mine has both FALL FRONTS and TUMMY

archiveofourown.org/works/46161256

#FallFrontFriday
Ed brings Stede’s hands down and places them on his thighs, just below the creases of his hips. Instinctively, Stede’s fingers clutch against the leather and Ed makes a strangled little sound in his throat. A restlessness seizes Stede’s legs and he rushes to draw them up from under the chair, to shift his body weight forward and rise onto his knees. He braces his hands against Ed’s thighs and feels his muscles tense through the leather. Ed’s eyes are wide, wisps of hair slipping free from his half-ponytail and framing his face. That inch of skin is still showing, with the gray ghosts of the ink spots visible where Stede had tried to wipe them clean. He leans in and lets his lips brush over the stains, extending his tongue to lap at them and tasting the ink as a sharp and acrid echo mingled with the salt of Ed’s skin. It’s decadent, the way the soft flesh gives under the pressure of his tongue, the way he feels Ed squirm and shift as he traces a lazy circle and then dips his tongue just below the waistband of his trousers. “Fuck,” Ed mutters, his hands pressing Stede’s against his thighs, then dragging them up to the buttons of his fall. Stede pulls back reluctantly so he can see what he’s doing, finding it odd and backwards to be unbuttoning someone else’s pants. He’s additionally distracted by the pressure of what he knows is Ed’s trapped cock straining against the leather as he fumbles with the buttons. Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: M/M Fandom: Our Flag Means Death (TV) Relationship: Blackbeard | Edward Teach/Stede Bonnet Characters: Stede BonnetBlackbeard | Edward Teach Additional Tags: Canon UniverseWritingDubious chiropractic adviceBlow Jobsbased on a tweetIdiots in LovePost-Season/Series 01 Language:EnglishStats:Published:2023-04-01Words:6,016Chapters:1/1Comments:46Kudos:170Bookmarks:18Hits:1,120 Lap Desk snake_necklace Summary: Stede's literary career is hampered by the lack of ergonomic seating options in the newly (and poorly) refurbished captains' quarters. Luckily, Ed has a solution.
November 21, 2025 at 10:47 PM
alimasin.bsky.social
I went a little silly with this one, you're welcome 🤭

#FallFrontFriday

#FallFrontPanties
Dear Ed, I hope this letter finds you well. I'm sure you'll be pleased to know that, despite a few setbacks, the crew and I are well on our way to financial solvency. We've been offered an exciting opportunity to partner with Spanish Jackie—THE Spanish Jackie!—on a new entertainment venture that draws upon my extensive background in the theatrical arts and makes good use of the crew's varied talents. It's a rather saucy performance style that I can only assume originates from France—perhaps in all your travels, you've already experienced this so-called “burlesque”? Jackie has been personally coaching the Swede for his headlining performance, which is, for the moment, shrouded in secrecy (though soon to be un-shrouded, if you get my drift!). The rest of the crew is choreographing their acts, and Wee John has already outdone himself in the area of costume construction. As I have a free moment during a break in our rehearsals, allow me to describe his most recent, ingenious design. Imagine, if you will, a standard set of fall-front breeches, but considerably briefer, if you catch my meaning. And rather than canvas or satin, they are constructed of a rather exquisite lace material. (This detail is, frankly, lost on most of the crew, but I'm certain that you would apprehend its quality immediately!) And to Wee John's credit, when he realized that buttons would pull and distort the delicate material, he constructed quite an elegant system of lacing ribbons on either side of the fall. As you can imagine, this allows the wearer to extend his performance time via the slow unlacing of the ribbons, thus creating maximum anticipation in the audience, and hopefully thereby generating maximum tips (though, even more hopefully, not creating the sort of frustration that could lead to violence! Jackie’z does tend to attract a rougher crowd…) I believe he has just completed construction on the prototype of this intriguing garment, so perhaps soon a lucky crewmember will have the chance to test it out. John won't reveal who the fortunate fellow is to be; when I asked him, he simply said the wearer should be “definitely a show-er” (?) with “great gams” (??). I only wish you were here to elucidate this terminology! Regardless, I can imagine that the effect will be quite invigorating. Perhaps a private showing can be arranged, once we are reunited. Yours, as ever, Stede Bartholomewl Bonnet
November 21, 2025 at 6:30 PM
alimasin.bsky.social
Let's all take a moment to animate this in our minds
Stede and Zheng running from the English on the beach in ofmd s2e8. If this were a gif, Stede's fall-front pants would be doing a lot of work right now.
November 21, 2025 at 12:29 PM
alimasin.bsky.social
WELCOME TO THE FALL FRONT FRIDAY FALL FESTIVAL!

🍂👖🍂👖🍂

Share something you made, repost or rec something you love, think about fall-front pants and share your thoughts with the class!

🍂👖🍂👖🍂

#FallFrontFriday
An extremely cool graphic for the Fall Front Friday Fall Festival. Friday, November 21st. Text reads: "Put your favorite character in fall-front pants! Create something new! Share something old! #FallFrontFriday " The border of the graphic is closeups of fall front pants worn by various characters in Our Flag Means Death, with fall leaves placed over the front of their pants.
November 21, 2025 at 11:54 AM
alimasin.bsky.social
Happy #FallFrontFriday 😍
List of three image file names: Pants-DetailFallFront01.jpg, Pants-DetailFallFront02.jpg, Pants-DetailFallFront03.jpg
November 14, 2025 at 4:36 PM
alimasin.bsky.social
Got mine too and wearing it today!
A white woman with brown hair wearing a black ofmd shirt with a gold design of Ed visible, as well as a seasonally-appropriate dark orange cardigan
November 13, 2025 at 8:58 PM
alimasin.bsky.social
It's this! At the time I thought the hat was a headband 😂
Taika Waititi in a matching sweater and hat combo, the pattern is pink with black diamonds
November 10, 2025 at 4:54 PM
alimasin.bsky.social
Perfect little guy is perfect! (My daughter immediately stole him from me and only gave him back when I suggested she could make her *own* donation)
An adorable pastel handmade cat stuffie
November 6, 2025 at 7:39 PM
alimasin.bsky.social
It's "now-outdated fall-front trousers"Thursday 😭 (but seriously, read this fic, it's soooooo fun)

#FallFrontFriday
“Wonderful. You lay back like this, and I’ll just—” Ed slid down between Stede’s legs, fumbling with the now outdated fall-front of his trousers in order to free him. The flap fell forward, his shirt was rucked up and there was Stede’s cock, full and eager, precome beading at the tip and glistening in the lamplight. Ed wrapped a hand around him and watched another pearl of liquid pool at the head, surface tension building until it burst and trickled down his shaft.
November 6, 2025 at 1:48 PM
alimasin.bsky.social
oh, and another oldie-but-goodie, but I would be remiss if I didn't quote this bit that literally rearranged by brain lo these many years ago archiveofourown.org/works/45045218
‘Maybe I should just keep you in my office while I’m working,’ Ed muses. Stede gasps at Ed's words as his cock touches Stede’s fluttering hole. ‘I’ll finger you nice and loose and leave you tied to a chair. I’ll sneak in when it’s quiet and slip my cock into your wet little hole and pump you full of my come.’ Ed pushes forward, sinking his cock deep inside Stede. He’s so thick and hot and Stede moans at the stretch. ‘I’ll keep you open, leave you clenching around a plug.’ Ed pulls back and then he slams forward. Stede’s throat burns with the groan that breaks over his lips. Ed’s words paint such a debauched scene in his head that Stede's not sure he’ll last more than a minute. Ed sets a fast pace, the slick sounds of lube and the smack of skin on skin filling the small room. ‘I’ll– fuck– I’ll come back to find you’ve made a mess of yourself again. You just couldn’t hold on. You tried so hard but knowing my come was so deep inside you made you come all over yourself.’
November 5, 2025 at 10:37 PM
alimasin.bsky.social
EdIzzy, is that you?
(Lyrics to "Buckle" by Florence + the Machine) 'Cause I'm stupid and I'm damaged and you're a disaster When you walk into the room Oh, none of it matters Oh, baby, I just buckle My resolution in tatters 'Cause I know it won't work but make it ache, make it hurt Keep me a secret, choose someone else I'm still hanging off the buckle on your belt I blocked your number but you didn't notice Oh God, I thought I was too old for this, I should be over it I'm much too old for this, but I'm not over it
November 3, 2025 at 8:03 PM
alimasin.bsky.social
Get ready to undo some buttons because on Friday, November 21st, we’re celebrating the Fall Front Friday Fall Festival!

Make something new, share something old, and most importantly, think about all your favorites in fall front pants 🥰

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An extremely cool graphic for the Fall Front Friday Fall Festival. Friday, November 21st. Text reads: "Put your favorite character in fall-front pants! Create something new! Share something old! #FallFrontFriday " The border of the graphic is closeups of fall front pants worn by various characters in Our Flag Means Death, with fall leaves placed over the front of their pants.
November 3, 2025 at 1:33 PM
alimasin.bsky.social
Spirit is a little picked-over today but there are plenty of options left if you're Calico Jack (or Pete)
A spirit Halloween aisle with trucker caps, beer funnels, and work shirts (some sleeveless) that say things like "lubrication expert"
October 31, 2025 at 4:06 PM
alimasin.bsky.social
I saved that tweet for posterity because it was finally convinced me to watch the show 😂 welcome!
black sails asks the brave question of what if pirates were all gay our flag means death asks the brave question of what if pirates were all gay AND stupid
October 26, 2025 at 6:18 PM
alimasin.bsky.social
I went looking to see what notes I had hanging around, and - 😂
Stede uses the word “orifice” (“I’m sure I’d love whichever orifice you’d like to show me!”), also “fab” Figuring out if the vibrator feels pleasure as well (@drcfxtina.bsky.social : what if it’s a demisexual vibrator)
October 22, 2025 at 10:51 PM
alimasin.bsky.social
8/8
😴
Right. Ed’s arm is thrown up over his face at an awkward angle, and when Stede lifts it away gently (his hands warm from the tap water), Ed’s bicep releases his eyelid from where it’s been mashed up against his browbone, and it flutters closed, and suddenly everything is fine and fixed and warm and dark and very, very sleepy. Stede gives a fond little chuckle, and Ed has to open his eyes once more just so he can make sure that Stede sees him pouting. But then Stede brings the warm cloth to his face and draws it across his forehead, down the bridge of his nose, across his cheeks, all while making a little shushing sound, and Ed drifts away again.
October 22, 2025 at 3:19 AM
alimasin.bsky.social
7/?
“Stede,” Ed whines, his voice wobbly. His lips are a little numb too, come to think of it. “Stede, I—” And suddenly Stede’s face is looming over him, full of concern. “Sweetheart, are you all right?” “I—I—I can’t close my eye,” Ed whispers. “Oh,” Stede says, an expression on his face that Ed can’t quite identify, what with having one eye damaged due to mind-blowing sex and all, and then Stede is climbing up onto the bed, right into the very dampest spot, and lightly taking hold of Ed’s right arm which is—which is—
October 22, 2025 at 3:18 AM
alimasin.bsky.social
6/?
So no, no deliberate eye stuff. Which means that something, somewhere among the fingerblasting and the ass-eating and the nipple-pinching and the face-fucking and the very, very enthusiastic prostate stimulation—something has collaterally damaged Ed’s eye, and it’s probably never going to shut again. He lets out a groan. “Darling?” The bathroom tap shuts off.
October 22, 2025 at 3:17 AM
alimasin.bsky.social
5/?
Oh, shit. Did Stede fuck him so well that his eyelid doesn’t work anymore? He’s never really heard of this kind of sexual side effect, but he’s also not sure that sex research has documented all the things that Stede’s dick is capable of, so. He tries to untangle the cobwebs that cling to his thought processes. Had they done any eye stuff tonight? He feels like he’d remember if they had, like they would have at least discussed something like that first.
October 22, 2025 at 3:16 AM
alimasin.bsky.social
4/?
Ed closes one eye. His left eye droops shut obediently, the lid heavy, velvety darkness behind it as expected. But his right eye is—still open? Huh. This is not as expected, he can see the ceiling shadows moving and everything, can see the beam of light from the bathroom break and shift as Stede moves around the room.
October 22, 2025 at 3:15 AM