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Dahlia 🏴‍☠️🍊🌈 @serpentanddahlia.bsky.social · 7h

Ed’s going to be so normal about this later 😌

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Deanbird @deanbird.bsky.social · 10h

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 · 8h

Surely this won’t cause any awkwardness during their clandestine party planning meetings

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Dahlia 🏴‍☠️🍊🌈 @serpentanddahlia.bsky.social · 10h

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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Dahlia 🏴‍☠️🍊🌈 @serpentanddahlia.bsky.social · 12h

yooooo shhh don’t tell but same 💀

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Dahlia 🏴‍☠️🍊🌈 @serpentanddahlia.bsky.social · 12h

OH MY GOD ITS GORGEOUS 😭 THAT PINK SKY IM DYIIIING

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Dahlia 🏴‍☠️🍊🌈 @serpentanddahlia.bsky.social · 12h

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 · 13h

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 · 13h

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 · 13h

Let it out, no judgment 😌

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Dahlia 🏴‍☠️🍊🌈 @serpentanddahlia.bsky.social · 13h

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 · 13h

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 · 13h

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 · 13h

Oops that should probably have a suggestive content label on it, heads up!

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Dahlia 🏴‍☠️🍊🌈 @serpentanddahlia.bsky.social · 13h

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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Dahlia 🏴‍☠️🍊🌈 @serpentanddahlia.bsky.social · 14h

I’m bored on the road today—what sort of divorce boys snip do y’all want for WIP Wednesday?

💔 sad
❤️‍🔥 horny
🫠 romantic horny sad trifecta

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Rysiooozaur @rysiutokwiat.bsky.social · 16h

BOYS,,,sob
missed them a bit
#ofmd

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aloc @aloc.bsky.social · 19h

#inktober #inktoberpierce #gentlebeard #ofmdinktober2025

it supposed to be blackbeard rescuing stede pinned to the mast (pierced by izzy's sword) so i thought it would fit the prompt. but mb it looks like ed is killing stede, who knows..

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Samm 🏳️‍⚧️🏴‍☠️🏳️‍🌈 @aliassamm.bsky.social · 23h

It's #wipwednesday. Here's a cut scene from Calypso's Birthday. #OFMDfanart #OFMD

A sketch of Stede Bonnet and Edward Teach in bed on The Revenge mostly clothed. Ed's straddling Stede and has his hands on the stiddies. Stede's leaning back on one hand, his other hand is... well, I'm not sure, you'll have to imagine. Oh, and they're very sweetly kissing. Probably because they're boyfriends.

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YellowMustard @mustardwrites.bsky.social · 2d

Did you know Free Space Ed is doing some kissing right now? it's true, you can hear it direct from him if that's your vibe: archiveofourown.org/works/614230...

(it's UPDATED!! thank you again for your patience while the year 2025 has continued to be completely awful. i'm so grateful for you all xx)

In a small room tucked away in the back of Merperson Flotation Therapy, sprawled across a honeycomb tessellation of white tiles, hair dripping, limbs heavy: Edward Teach is kissing the man he loves.

There are several things that don’t make a lick of sense about this.

It doesn’t make sense that Ed is on the floor, for starters. He has absolutely no recollection of climbing out of the tank, and yet here he is.

(He’s propped himself up on one palm, his legs splayed out in a messy pile behind him. His wrist aches, and it'd maybe ache less if he popped his other hand on the floor too, distribute his weight a bit more evenly, but…nah. Good suggestion, but no, thanks all the same.)

(The fingers of Ed’s free hand are in Stede’s hair, so. That hand is not going anywhere.)

It doesn’t make sense that everything is blue. Dim, deep, rippling. Ed feels like he’s been tethered beneath the surface of the sea.

(It’s the lights from the pod. They must have eased their way back on while Ed’s eyes were closed. They’re on a timer. Sixty minutes. Ed reckons he couldn’t have been in the pod for much longer than thirty minutes. Which means Ed has been kissing Stede for a very, very long time.)

(This doesn’t make any sense either. Timer must be broken.)

The fact that Ed has just now decided that he’s in love: this, too, does not make any sense.

He hadn’t been in love an hour ago, or a day ago, or a week before that.

And that’s gotta be a fucking glitch in the human condition, right? That you can just not be in love one moment, and then the next you are? Who the fuck approved that in the design process?

(Only…this does, actually, make at least a little bit of sense. That Ed is in love.)

(Because it’s slowly dawning on Ed that…maybe he had been in love an hour ago. And a day ago. And a week before that.)

(Maybe he just didn’t need to be able to name it to feel it.)

There’s one main thing, though, that absolutely does make sense. Complete, exhaustive, faultless, comprehensive…

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Lu 🪿🌿✨ @gentlethempirate.bsky.social · 2d

me? drawing my first ever canon gentlebeard fanart 3 years after everyone else?? more likely than you think 🙂‍↕️💖🏴‍☠️ #ofmd

Digital fanart of ed and stede in their iconic season 1 outfits - steal in the teal suit and ed in his leather jacket. They are looking at each other with too much love for me to handle.

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sailor's ruin 🏴‍☠️ 🧜‍♀️ COMMS OPEN 🎨✨ @sailorsruin92.bsky.social · 2d

I miss waking up with my body shaking with anticipation at 4am to watch the season 2 episodes. I hate waking up at the crack of dawn but I hope I get to do it again for season 3 one day 🥺💜

#ofmd #ourflagmeansdeath #ofmdfanart

Illustration of Ed and Merstede staring at each other underwater

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Dahlia 🏴‍☠️🍊🌈 @serpentanddahlia.bsky.social · 3d

hmmm no idea what you could possibly mean 😇

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Dahlia 🏴‍☠️🍊🌈 @serpentanddahlia.bsky.social · 3d

End of the weekend bump! Is it just me, or are they kind of getting along in this one? 😏

Dahlia 🏴‍☠️🍊🌈 @serpentanddahlia.bsky.social · 4d

Two new chapters of the divorce boys are now live! Ed is killing time in town, feeling super normal about the fact that his (ex-ish) husband is always just a few blocks away...also, a look at red carpets past 👀

archiveofourown.org/works/702434...

cover art by @clairegregoryau.bsky.social 🥀❤️‍🔥

an image in the vein of a romance novel cover, with coral roses in the foreground, and a blurry garden fading into the background. The text reads:
Right Where You Left Me
An OFMD second chance romance
serpent_and_dahlia

art by @clairegregoryau.bsky.social

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edward teach is a very good boy 🍉🏳️‍🌈 @flagmeanssteph.bsky.social · 3d

happy 2nd anniversary of s2, and surprise! chapter 8 of when the day appears is up on ao3 💕 BIG thank-you to @kuuttamo.bsky.social for one last breathtaking piece in this chapter!

if you've been waiting to dive in until the angst is over, now is the time 💕 archiveofourown.org/works/60729631

fic titled “when the day appears (and appears and appears) by suchgreatheights.
fic summary: In 1717, Edward Teach fell in love with Stede Bonnet.

In the 21st century, he does it again.

Stede is everything he was back then, and Ed falls just as hard this time. The only problem: Stede doesn't remember 1717.

And neither does Ed.

crop of kuuttamo's art from chapter 8 of when the day appears. visible in the crop is ed with his head pillows on stede's torso while stede braids flowers into his hair. ed is wearing a purple shirt and a pearl necklace and is holding another flower in his hands.

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