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Ash ✨A Fine Fish✨ 🍊🏴‍☠️🧜‍♂️
@widogastweb.bsky.social
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they/he 🏳️‍🌈 your non-binary boywife✨mostly here for the old gay pirates 🏴‍☠️mid-30s, frequently dehydrated 🍊WidogastsWebofFire on AO3🔞
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Told my spouse to get some candid shots of me at a book thing I did tonight, and…

This goes in all the documentaries if I end up getting murdered lol
A pic of me in front of a wall of illustrated books leaning my elbow on a table. My face is twisted up midsentence.
November 7, 2025 at 1:28 AM
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Just got the best comment on this 😂

If you want to read about an omega and an alpha live-streaming their rut/heat while trying not to fall in love, @thatmothra.bsky.social and I have just the thing for you. James Joyce can eat it.

archiveofourown.org/works/718566...
Ao3 comment that reads “This is the single greatest concept in the history of literature; suck it, James Joyce.”
November 5, 2025 at 5:02 PM
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Happy #WIPWednesday from the omegaverse porn boys!

Ed is having the best dream.

Or is it? 👀

(CW: somnophilia)
Alpha. Alpha. It’s the only word that comes to him in the dark as he relents to the building pleasure rolling over his body. No sight, no sound. Just one word for a thought. Alpha. That bliss drags him under with every pulse––a sequence of waves that catches him in its rip current and drags him below the surface, only letting up momentarily, just enough for a breath before he’s sucked back beneath its overpowering force. It’s overwhelming. Almost too much. But it’s so perfect, ricocheting through his core so perfectly––maybe giving in and drowning wouldn’t be so bad. Alpha. He thinks it again as those waves grow higher, as the warm ripples shudder through him over and over and over and–– He can’t catch his breath anymore. He’s officially caught in the undertow. Limbs giving out. Nerve endings surrendering themselves to unending rapture as the largest wave crests, heaving him into the air. Alpha. Alpha. My alpha. My alpha. My–– The wave crashes. And he becomes part of it. Dissolving into particles, his atoms melding with the same atoms that break against the shoreline, rending him down to such tiny motes that he doesn’t know where he stops and the pleasure of the release begins. Even after he cracks against the shoreline. Even as he feels himself coming back together, those subatomic particles arranging themselves into a flushed chest, a sweaty mane of hair, an arched back, fingers wound into bedsheets… “Oh, fuck,” his reassembled voice croaks. “That’s it, darling. I’ve got you. Just breathe.”
November 5, 2025 at 2:15 PM
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Felt hot, might delete later.
A selfie of me in the car wearing sunglasses. Another selfie of me in the car but my sunglasses are slightly down so you can see my eyes.
November 2, 2025 at 4:30 PM
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I’ve been perceived 🫠
An Instagram story with a pic of a pumpkin that has the Slut flag painted on it. The caption reads “@dvidjenkins this is your legacy 🏴‍☠️🐈‍⬛” The same pic and caption but on David Jenkins’ Instagram story.
October 28, 2025 at 12:23 PM
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Alternate shot, because I painted the back of mine with the slut flag.
October 27, 2025 at 1:37 AM
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Spouse’s coworker gave him a homemade treat the other day that was giving a lot of rosy maple moth vibes. (It was like a pineapple cake thing! Very tasty!)
A small rectangular cake in a baking tin with piped yellow and pink swirled frosting on top.
October 24, 2025 at 2:23 PM
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All right, happy #WIPWednesday because I’m insane, apparently.
It’s for all of about two minutes of his lunch date with Mary that Ed thinks maybe he’s freaked out for no reason. That he’s done the thing he’s always been so good at—jumped to conclusions before any actual evidence presents itself. He’s been working on it in therapy, and honestly, not to brag, he’s gotten pretty good at just taking things at face value. Not everything has to be analyzed down to the last minute detail. Not everyone is hiding something from him. Not everything has some underlying meaning he has to be suspicious of. But once the hugs are over and the waitress takes their order, Ed knows he was right to panic. Because Mary tells her, “I’ll just stick with water, thanks.” Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck FUCK. Ed’s been sober going on ten years now, but he never minds if his friends want to drink around him. Most of his alcohol problems, he found through years of therapy, were self-medication tactics to calm a torrential combination of untreated mental illness, neurodivergence, and gender dysphoria. You know, usual millennial bullshit. He’s worked on his baggage, and transitioning helped a hell of a lot. The need for a drink has faded for him significantly, and his friends know it. They aren’t shy about having a glass of wine with a meal when he’s at the table, at least not these days. Mary, for example, usually orders a mimosa at their biweekly Sunday brunch dates. Sometimes, if the conversation gets really juicy, she gets two or three. Ed doesn’t think she’s ever just had water. Not in the three years they’ve been doing this on a regular basis. And that doesn’t necessarily mean anything by itself, but along with everything else… The question doesn’t so much slip as it explodes out of him like those freaky little puppets from the Alien movies. No subtlety, no coy pleasantries. Just four words with no preamble. “You’re pregnant, aren’t you?” He kind of expects her to—oh, he doesn’t know—do a spit take, a huge gasp, have a bit of a diva moment over the out-of-nowhereness of the accusation. But Mary’s not like that. She grins around the rim of her water glass, finishing her gulp before she laughs. “Jesus, Ed. No lead in? No ‘how’s the weather?’” Usually, Ed would laugh with her. But the anxious knot in his stomach just balls up a little tighter. “Well?” he asks. “Am I right?” She bites her bottom lip, the elation on her face undeniable. And she nods. Fuuuuuuuuuuck. Okay, he’s got to act happy about this, right? She’s his friend, and he knows she’s been wanting this for years now. Making this about him will just sour the whole experience for both of them, and this is happy, if not—terrifying. Extremely, extremely terrifying.
October 22, 2025 at 3:35 PM
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Got my own apron at work, so I’m decorating accordingly. (Blacked out pin is my work place, so I’m trying not to dox myself lol)
A torso pic of me in a black apron with an assortment of pins.
October 21, 2025 at 3:27 PM
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I sold out of all my books in the first hour of my five hour event 🙃

But I looked cute doin’ it.
Selfie of me smiling. I have pink hair and am wearing a black jacket with a white shirt underneath, a black choker, and a glasses chain with raven skulls dangling from them.
October 18, 2025 at 9:14 PM
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First panel: Castiel from Supernatural saying “I love you.” Second panel: Dean from Supernatural saying, “Dan and Phil have been dating for the past 16 years.”
October 14, 2025 at 2:38 AM
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Three Spidermen pointing at each other.
October 5, 2025 at 11:26 PM
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The best ligs in New Zealand will be here in approximately an hour 👀
A comedy stage lit up in red and blue with chairs and people seated in front of it.
October 5, 2025 at 12:09 AM
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archiveofourown.org/works/718566...
October 4, 2025 at 1:42 PM
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It's #kinktober, bitch. Time for the Omegaverse.

@thatmothra.bsky.social and I are proud to present STREAMING KILLED THE VIDEO STAR, an Omegaverse pornstar AU!

🔗⬇️
A camera set up pointed at a bed. The text reads "Streaming Killed the Video Star, An Omegaverse AU by WidogastsWebofFire and That_Mothra"
October 4, 2025 at 1:40 PM
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Sun bathing.
A sleeping black, tan, and white dog in a blue Star Wars collar laying in a patch of sun on a beige carpeted floor.
October 2, 2025 at 4:41 PM
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Post you from a different era.

College me, about 2011? (You know, when writing Goodness, I use Ed as my stand in, but college me was WAY more Stede. Repressed, uptight, and blonde 😂)
A photo of me sitting on the ground in front of a brick wall with my legs tucked off to the side. I’m smiling and wearing a purple jacket, jeans, and have a green bag sitting next to me.
September 30, 2025 at 5:24 PM
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Happy #WIPWednesday! Guess what @thatmothra.bsky.social and I are cooking up for Kinktober?

That’s right, beech. We’re going to the omegaverse 👹

Pornstars Ed and Stede come up with the greatest charity stream idea ever: spend their coinciding rut and heat together. What could go wrong?
When the week of the charity event was announced, Ed expressed his frustration to Stede in one of their late night video chats that it would be falling on the week of his heat, and he absolutely could not do something as important as that event while in heat. “It doesn't feel right, man. This thing is so important. And here I'll be, completely unfocused, while some alpha I barely know that Izzy manages to scrounge up knots me.” Ed has no idea why it's such a thing for him. Maybe it's the weight of the event or having to fuck some person he doesn't like on camera. Whatever it is, there's something inside of him that hates the idea. There’s no one he'd want to be in heat on camera with. Well, maybe not no one, but… “Well, what if I did it?” It took Ed a moment to register what Stede said, positive for a moment that the call glitched and he said like, “butterfly dipshit” or something else completely unrelated. “Don't be ridiculous,” he finally said. “I'm serious!” Stede replied. “It’s actually a funny coincidence. That’s around when I'll be in rut.” “Wait, really?” “Yeah! If you're comfortable, I'd be more than happy to spend your heat with you. Giving breaks obviously to do what you need to do for the site.” And the very last hinge Ed had finally broke at that, an idea emerging fully formed in his mind. “Or we could stream it,” he said. “The entire heat. We stream it for the charity week, twenty-four hours a day for three days.” It seemed so obvious. It’s nothing new, of course. Alpha and omega performers have been streaming their ruts and heats since online livestreaming became a thing, but the two current biggest names in online porn doing it together? That’s a recipe for success. Cut to now, the planning meeting for this stream, and Ed remembers they do in fact have a plan.” “Actually Iz, Stede and I were talking, and we kinda figured out a plan.” “Oh can't wait to fucking hear this one.” “Well, my rut starts around the same time as Ed's heat. And we thought, why not spend it together. Streaming the whole thing?” There's a moment of silence on the call, until Lucius announces, “Fucking brilliant, holy shit. The views alone will be staggering!” “Do you have any idea how dangerous that could be?” Izzy, wet blanket that he is, asks. “Oh come on, Iz. It's genius! The viewer retention alone could generate a shitload of adsense for the cause.” “And what happens when you two imprint on each other midway through?” “That won't happen. We're grown ass adults who do this shit for a living. It'll be fine.” And even as he says it, Ed can practically hear the disembodied Ron Howard narration in his ear say, “It will, in fact, be excruciating.”
September 24, 2025 at 2:39 PM
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The things I posit to people before noon.
A Discord snip: “So the real question: pussy tentacles? Yay or nay?”
September 22, 2025 at 4:12 PM
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A bit of a personal rant:

My mother is convinced I’m crazy. She hasn’t said in so many words, but when I rage against the state of the world, she always asks if I’m in a mentally stable place. When I started T, she asked if I was seeing my therapist and taking my meds. She sends me stuff like this.
A screen grab of an IG DM. It’s a video captioned “Harvard Researcher Explains Brain Inflammation” with a comment that reads “why does saffron work better than antidepressants for some people?”
September 20, 2025 at 7:26 PM
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WidoSpouse never beating the Disney princess allegations. These two slept on him for like 40 minutes of our hour long slot lol
My spouse in a grey and black striped shirt, petting a black kitten on his lap. There is another orange kitten also napping on him.
September 19, 2025 at 9:42 PM
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Loser says what?
A pic of a bald eagle attached to a Facebook post from Nerdist that says “David Zaslav says HBO Max is ‘way underpriced.’ Read more in comments.”
September 12, 2025 at 5:44 PM
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Finally got around to touching up some of the photos of me doing my first drag routine!
A photo of me in the bird of paradise robe from OFMD and wearing a long silver wig, lip syncing a song. Me in the same robe and wig, accepting money from someone as I lip sync. Me in the same robe and wig smearing black dirt on my face. Me in leather hot pants and fishnets and a cropped black shirt, sitting on a chair sadly with dirt on my face.
September 12, 2025 at 3:11 PM
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A pirate camp story in three parts.
A selfie of me where it’s just my eye visible with glasses. The caption is “I might be doing drag for the first time tonight 😬” Another selfie of me without glasses and in a long grey wig. The caption is: “Yep, I’m doing drag 😬😬😬” Another selfie of me but with dirt all over my face. The caption reads: “I did drag 😬”
September 9, 2025 at 1:11 AM
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Touched grass. And water.
A campfire in a barbecue pit over looking a lake. A setting Sun over a lake, with trees and sand in the foreground.
September 1, 2025 at 1:40 AM