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cheersm3dears.bsky.social
oh hey, I'm gonna put my writing thread over here, too 💚
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diebooth.bsky.social
Forcing myself to do the promo thing 😅 there's only three (3) of the Blackbeard buckles left to buy in the world now! If you wanted one, now is your time!
Lots of Cool S stickers and various other goodies in my shop too.

#OFMD #shopOFMD #bsnm
diebooth.bsky.social
I only have a few Blackbeard belt buckles left - get them through my Kofi or DM me for a direct sale (slightly cheaper) they've been getting to the US fine too! ko-fi.com/diebooth/sho... I also have Cool S bird robe stickers! Grateful to everyone who's bought these 🖤
#shopofmd #ofmd #coolS
Round silver metal belt buckle with a castle surrounded by lions and the date 1717 Shot of my crotch wearing replica leather Blackbeard pants with a fall-front and floral silver buttons, with a belt that has a round silver buckle on it and a black dagger scabbard with a black leather wrapped dagger handle protruding from it A vinyl sticker in the shape of a Cool S in the pink bird print of the OFMD depression robe
cheersm3dears.bsky.social
you do, it just beats a little differently now 💚
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cappyy.bsky.social
i'm finally writing for whumptober!! (it's kinda late hope the admins don't mind...)

fulfilling today's prompts: voicemail, bleeding out, modern au.

(content warning for major character death and death of a pet)

archiveofourown.org/works/72156511
image of a rainy window with a screenshot of a fic description overtop. 

little talks
captain_cappy
Summary:
“Ed, darling. I don’t think I’m going to be home— hmm. I don’t. I don’t think I’m going to be home in time for supper. I’m sorry. I just might be a little bit late—”

Ed saves the message. He wipes his eyes with the hand he holds his phone with, not wanting to let Mummy see him cry.

“See? He’s perfectly fine," he tells her. She looks up at him with eyes like galaxies. "Just you and me for dinner tonight, though.”

Mummy meows.

-

for whumptober day 8, "modern au", "bleeding out", & "voicemail".
cheersm3dears.bsky.social
Hey church, how's it feel to rip people's still beating hearts from their chests regularly? (/aff /aff /aff I keep choosing the pain on my own, it's fine 😭)
cheersm3dears.bsky.social
Ahhh I keep meaning to listen to this!! Welp....
cheersm3dears.bsky.social
Question: will I ever be able to listen to Fast Car (the song) without immediately needing to relisten to Fast Car (the masterpiece)?

(is this a problem? unsure 🤔)

(it's not)
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gaywatson.bsky.social
This story is so special and well, suffice to say that I'm incredibly excited to be a part of it! For #WIPWednesday here's a snip of an initial color sketch that I cranked out right after getting matched because I could not waaaaaaait. Ily bb Stede!
💜😭💖
#OFMDfanart #OFMDBB25
Full color sketchy illustration of young Stede, arms folded over his knees and large eyes cast up to the purple star-filled sky
cheersm3dears.bsky.social
Look at himb! Our sweet hopeful babe! 🥹🥹🥹
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rysiutokwiat.bsky.social
BOYS,,,sob
missed them a bit
#ofmd
cheersm3dears.bsky.social
beta reading this is an absolute delight, I can't wait until the world gets ahold of it 😂
bookknobs.bsky.social
Let’s do a little #WIPWednesday for my #OFMDBB25 in which Ed is a menace.
“Thought you looked like a tea guy,” Ed explains. “But we can swap if you want. Or I can go back, get something else.”
“No, tea's lovely thank you,” Stede rushes to reassure him, his teeth aching a little bit just looking at Ed’s choice. “What’ve you got there?” he asks.
“‘S a chocolate fudge frappé, extra caramel syrup,” Ed says with a sort of self-deprecating chuckle. “Got a bit of a wicked sweet tooth.”
“I can see that,” Stede chuckles back.
“Wanna try?” Ed asks, though he pulls the glass towards himself. Settles his own plush lips around the straw and Stede really tries (really does) not to stare. “Mmm,” Ed hums, “‘s good.” He tips the glass towards Stede in offering and… oh… that’s… he can’t. Not when Ed’s just… Can he? He doesn’t even like…
“Go on then,” Stede’s mouth says, completely independent of his brain. He takes a sip, resolutely not thinking about the fact that Ed’s lips were just where his are now, the paper straw still a little damp from them, and schoolyard rules would say that’s tantamount to kissing. “Very nice,” he manages, not having really tasted the chocolatey concoction at all. “You think that’s good, you should try a bit of this,” Ed says, scooping up a mouthful of the chocolate cake onto his fork and holding it out to Stede. Not so Stede can take the fork himself, no. Ed’s holding it in such a way that it’s clear his intention is for Stede to lean in and allow Ed to deposit the morsel directly into his mouth. He can feel the heat rising up his throat and flushing his cheeks just at the idea of it. But he can also see the mischievous glint in Ed’s eye and the smirk he’s trying to suppress and Stede is not about to back down from the challenge, nor let Ed win this interaction.
So he leans in. Allows Ed to place the cake on his waiting tongue, even if it feels as though his face is positively on fire and he’s hyper aware of all the people around them in the cafe as he does. He closes his lips around it as Ed removes the fork.
Ed, for his part, has not taken his eyes off Stede. His gaze hovering somewhere around his lips now as he lifts the fork almost absentmindedly to his own mouth. As he licks the last of the sticky chocolate residue from the tines. 
Gosh, Stede’s not sure he’s going to survive this. Whatever this is.
*
Look. Okay. So Ed hadn’t meant to dive right into some overt flirting here. He honestly hadn’t.
cheersm3dears.bsky.social
story content warning ahoy! for future reference, while this story has soft beauty, it also features SI/planning by Ed. I'm trying my best to be careful about the sorts of snips to share here, because I don't want folks to be exposed unnecessarily to things they don't want to engage with💚HEA awaits!
cheersm3dears.bsky.social
a little #WIPWednesday for the upcoming #ofmdbb25....

A snip of soft memories for Ed 💚

#ofmd #ofmdfic

(Ps the arts from @gaywatson.bsky.social and @self-induljennt.bsky.social are going to absolutely knock your socks off)
Above all of those memories was the boy. 

Floating trees and feather grass and swirling colors and the boy.

It was a simple world. Safe. Quiet and patient. The boy didn’t avoid him on bad days, just existed with kindness. Kept up with him on good days, as good as days could be back then. If Ed wanted to climb a tree, the boy followed, golden hair bouncing as he shifted from branch to branch. If Ed wanted to wade in the shallow stream, the boy hopped right in, hazel eyes sparkling with joyful mischief. They never spoke, but they never needed to. Ed always knew where to find him, and the boy always knew who Ed was. He watched Ed like Ed was interesting, like a curious mystery to solve, and Ed worried he might actually do it. Figure him out. Find his secrets. He felt too exposed sometimes. He didn’t feel exposed enough.