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gaywatson.bsky.social
Guess what you've got coming your way TOMORROW
#OFMDBB25 #OFMDfic #OFMDfanart
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November 11, 2025 at 5:08 PM
afinefish.bsky.social
In the spirit of putting more positivity on the TL I would like to offer a sneak peek at the second piece I did for @megofmd.bsky.social’s and my #OFMDBB25 Fields of Gold ✨

Full art in the fic 🤲

archiveofourown.org/works/735296...
Stede and Ed smiling at each other, foreheads and noses touching, looking into each other’s eyes.
November 10, 2025 at 10:38 PM
gaywatson.bsky.social
Look, @cheersm3dears.bsky.social, @self-induljennt.bsky.social and I are gonna maybe ruin you a little bit, but we're also there to make you whole again 🩵💙💜
#OFMDBB25 #OFMDfic ##OFMDfanart
Extremely close cropped view of an illustration of two small hands, one solid and one ghostly, launching a paper origami boat with a skull and crosses bones drawn on it. The color palette is one of soft pastels. Extremely close cropped view on an illustration of a hand clasped between a pair of other hands. Stede's partial face is visible and he's resting his forehead on the closed hands with his eyes closed. The color palette is dark blues/purples.
November 11, 2025 at 7:40 PM
afinefish.bsky.social
Our #OFMDBB25 is live!! 💥

Full artwork in the story (+another piece later in the story 🤲)

This was my first BB and @megofmd.bsky.social made it such a wonderful experience! Really excited to be sharing this with you all 🙆💜

archiveofourown.org/works/735296...
Stede in a teal 1800s suit, angled to the side, hand outstretched and smiling. Ed angled towards the side, smiling, with his hand outstretched. He’s wearing a cowboy hat, leather vest, white shirt and burgundy bandana.
November 9, 2025 at 2:54 PM
ofmdbigbang.bsky.social
Today’s #OFMDBB25 fic is called “Edward’s,” by RequitedLove121311. Featuring art by heyitsalliemack, the main pairing is Ed/Stede and the rating is T and Up.

Fic link: archiveofourown.org/works/733585...

Art Masterpost: archiveofourown.org/users/theswo...
Art of a A ship sailing on a calm sea in the distance at sunset, with the colors of the sun reflected on the water. The ship is shadowed against the sky behind it.
November 7, 2025 at 11:06 PM
afinefish.bsky.social
finally finished both of my pieces for the #ofmdbb25 and my gooood it’s been a journey, life truly threw every possible brick in my path. can’t wait to post them and for all of you to read the story tomorrow, i love these boys so much 🥹
November 8, 2025 at 2:50 PM
bookknobs.bsky.social
It's #OFMDBB25 day for me today. 27k words of these two down bad idiots. Rom-com vibes. Wonderful artwork from two (TWO!) incredible artists - @aloc.bsky.social and Avatoh.
Go read it, I guess. If you want.

archiveofourown.org/works/735602...
I Want to Know What Love Is - Chapter 1 - BookknobsandBroomsticks - Our Flag Means Death (TV) [Archive of Our Own]
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November 4, 2025 at 8:46 AM
drcfxtina.bsky.social
Happy #FicRecFriday! I had the pleasure of beta reading this fun, hot, sweet story by @bookknobs.bsky.social for the #OFMDBB25 - go check it out if you're looking for a complete read on the lower angst end of things 💖 #OFMDfanfic

bsky.app/profile/book...
November 7, 2025 at 3:29 PM
addieh.bsky.social
📜 My BB fic is live 💥

A Shelter for Strays - AU Ed/Stede R: E

Ed Teach never planned to fall for a man who runs an animal rescue filled with misfit creatures, but here we are.

AO3: tinyurl.com/4hru4zja

🎨 Art : @muddysheep.bsky.social and @sweetteamotion.bsky.social

#OFMDFic #OFMD #OFMDBB25
November 3, 2025 at 2:18 PM
gelatinousstand.bsky.social
For #WIPWednesday please enjoy this snip and gratuitous Louvre robbery reference from my #OFMDBB25 fic with @pogonr.bsky.social, No Shenaniganry Allowed Aboard Jeff’s Inn on the Sea, coming November 20 🥰🥰

(It was this or the spicy snip but I continue to make myself laugh with their ridic nonsense)
"I'll perpetrate some capers with you, but I draw the line at capering. I refuse to caper." "And here I was hoping to hire you as my court jester." "Shit, another opportunity passes me by." Ed heaves a mock sigh. "Well, how do you feel about gamboling? I could maybe give you a chance if you're willing to gambol. On a trial basis, of course." "Oh, I can gambol and frolic with the best of 'em. I'll gambol my ass off." This time it's Stede who sighs. "That would be an unfortunate loss for ass lovers everywhere." Ed snorts. "Are you saying you like my ass, Bonnet?" "You've said yourself it's a work of art." "Damn straight it is." Ed wishes he could read anything at all into this, but this kind of joking is nothing new for them. Stede will say absolutely anything at all in service of The Bit, and will do even more to give Ed something to work with. "Hang it in the Louvre. I hear there's room."
November 5, 2025 at 10:58 PM
muddysheep.bsky.social
What an absolute delight to work with @addieh.bsky.social and @sweetteamotion.bsky.social to make art for A Shelter for Strays. The fic is so sweet and so rich in imagery. And now it's out in the world! This was my first BB, and what a lovely experience. Thank you to both of you!
#OFMDBB25 #OFMDfic
addieh.bsky.social Addie H 🇳🇴 🏴‍☠️ #OFMD @addieh.bsky.social · 8d
📜 My BB fic is live 💥

A Shelter for Strays - AU Ed/Stede R: E

Ed Teach never planned to fall for a man who runs an animal rescue filled with misfit creatures, but here we are.

AO3: tinyurl.com/4hru4zja

🎨 Art : @muddysheep.bsky.social and @sweetteamotion.bsky.social

#OFMDFic #OFMD #OFMDBB25
November 3, 2025 at 3:07 PM
butterscup95.bsky.social
A snippet of my #OFMDBB25 fic for #WIPWednesday, coming November 24th. 🐋💙
Ed can't watch Stede like this, with tears falling down his beautiful face. Right before he realises what he's doing, Ed reaches inside his jacket and pulls out a crimson red silk handkerchief made out of silk, and when he holds it out for Stede, his eyes land on it and widen. "Oh..." Stede looks at the silk with shock and marvel, and Ed is at a loss when Stede gently tugs it from his grip and dabs his eyes dry before brushing over his damp cheeks. "Thank you, Ed," Stede croaks with a little smile. He folds the silk graciously and offers it back to Ed. "That's a lovely piece of silk you have here." Ed slowly takes the silk back and thumbs it. "Oh, this tatty old thing..." Stede raises his brows in stunned surprise. "Well," he breathes, his pink lips shining with sadness and sweetness, "sometimes the old things are the best things." In some ways, that's true. It's why there's such a demand for vintage clothing and records. It's why people hold onto their years-old fine wine for value. It's why other people like Fang and Ivan have commented that Ed's aged like fine wine. But though the silver in his hair and beard has admittedly come through better than Ed had expected, it's the rest that time has not served in his favour. "Things never last, mate," Ed murmurs, stuffing the silk back inside his jacket. "All the more reason to treasure them while you can."
November 5, 2025 at 4:15 PM
politestmenace.bsky.social
If I can pick out another not-too-spoilery bit to post, I will. But for now, I’ll share this! Something spicy and unhinged is coming your way November 17th, courtesy of me and @curiosityrocks.bsky.social ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

#OFMDBB25
Title card with an image of an open laptop that has an illustration of Stede and Ed’s eyes visible above an AO3 window in a browser. The text reads “The Bequest words by R | Politest Menace art by Curiosity Rocks An OFMD Big Bang 2025 AU E rated, Ed/Stede, 24k”
October 29, 2025 at 4:44 PM
butterscup95.bsky.social
Late entry for #WIPWednesday. After the Fall, my entry for #OFMDBB25, arrives on November 24th. Featuring art by @bakerbelle.bsky.social and @rocketlollyart.bsky.social. 🐋💙
There are little murmurs from the other guests as Ed and Stede walk around and interact with the displays, immersing themselves in underwater worlds. Near a back corner, two humpback whales, a mother with her calf, swim closely beneath the water’s surface. The calf stays hovering above the mother as she guides the way, sunlight from above glimmering on their skin. All of a sudden, rumbling coos fill the space, playing along with the calming ocean music. “Incredible, aren’t they?” Stede murmurs beside Ed. “My only regret is that I’ll never get to hear a whale song.” Ed’s eyes remain glued to the screen, and he holds himself tighter. “You’ve never heard it on a cruise before?” “No, sadly. It’s nearly impossible to hear them. It’s amazing, actually. Whale songs can be transmitted four times faster than in the air, but the water’s barrier prevents them from being heard above the surface.” Stede sighs deeply to himself, filled with tender melancholy. “I guess it’s better that way. Some things are too beautiful to be meant for us.” Ed swallows deeply as he considers this, but while he’s distracted, he fails to notice the calf swimming off by itself. The projection focuses on the calf, and suddenly, the whale song seems much louder and sharper, almost like the baby whale is crying… lost and alone… searching for its mother in the great, deep blue.
October 30, 2025 at 5:43 AM
cheersm3dears.bsky.social
Coming to an AO3 near you Nov 12: clear water to the bottom, an #ofmdbb25 au featuring art by @gaywatson.bsky.social and @self-induljennt.bsky.social

#wipwednesday #ofmdfic #ofmdbigbang
Rated M
story cw: suicidal ideation/wilderness peril, whump

Summary ⬇️
a fic title card featuring a photo of a mountain lake surrounded by mountains and trees words by thisreader art by gatwatson & self-induljennt clear water to the bottom an ofmd big bang au Getting to the trailhead was easier than Ed imagined it would be. Somehow he assumed it would come with questioning strangers and interruptions and something stopping him entirely. A missed bus. A closed road. A car crash. The universe seems wholly uninterested in one Ed Teach, however, and he finds himself standing at the weather-worn trailhead sign, images depicting safety hazards one would expect to encounter. Sharp drops. Loose rocks. Bears. The uzhe. It’s a rarely-used trail, purposefully selected for exactly that reason. Not trying to ruin some family’s Sunday outing. It heads due east, distinctly away from the enormous lake he visited twice as a kid. Doesn’t want memories of his mother clouding his judgment now. Plus, it’s not like the water holds an escape for him anymore anyway. Playing pirates, dreaming of a life of intrigue on the high seas? That was fun at 8. Leave it where it lies, Teach. He’s slammed with a memory of a dream with Stede. Of racing leaf boats down their [rainbow] stream, chasing along the bank as the boats dipped and swirled in the currents, taking on water and tipping precariously over rushing waterfalls. Of waking up the next morning and naming those boats, drawing pictures and imagining backstories of pirate explorers, conquering ocean waves and terrible storms at Stede’s side. The world had felt so big then. The possibilities had felt so tangible. He felt like he could have reached out and grabbed Stede by the hand, pulled him right out of that world and into…what? Your world? Hardly. Even then, Ed knew Stede didn’t belong in his world. Ed’s world was harsh and angry. Stede deserved softness and color. Stede was safer left waiting in Ed’s subconscious, ready when Ed needed gentle joy on another night. But the possibilities could have been real, his inner voice helpfully supplies. “Fuck that,” Ed tells whatever tree creatures might be listening.
October 29, 2025 at 10:26 PM
cheersm3dears.bsky.social
a #wipwednesday offering for #ofmdbb25

Stede, going through it...

(cw for the overall story: wilderness peril, suicidal ideation)
“Stede?” He’s wild-eyed, debating how much he should share, how actually insane she might take him for. Because it’s one thing, right, to mention having had a recurring dream from childhood recur. It’s entirely another thing for said person from that dream to be real. (It’s probably also another entire thing for visions to happen in the middle of making an orange juice selection, but one thing at a time.) The world shimmers around him again, much like it did in the shop, the room around him blurring for a moment into wilderness, trees and mountains and an oddly familiar old bench appearing where there usually are none of these – and there he is again, standing right on the edge of one such mountain. “Ed!” Stede reaches out, afraid but determined, before everything resets. “Stede!” Mary repeats herself, more forcefully this time, and it blinks Stede back to the present. “What on earth is going on?” “I– I honestly don’t know, Mary.” He turns toward the patio door, quick-steps in the direction of sunshine. Maybe he just needs to sit outside in some fresh air. Maybe he’s spent too many days pent up in his bedroom, burning his eyes with blue light and doomscrolls. What is it the internet calls it? Touching grass? Yes, that must be it. He needs to touch some grass. Maybe even literally.
October 22, 2025 at 11:17 PM
politestmenace.bsky.social
I can’t WAIT to find out our posting date for the #OFMDBB25, I’m so excited for y’all to get to see the unhingedness @curiosityrocks.bsky.social and I have in store for you 😁 a snip for #WIPWednesday?
Stede exhales a small, bitter laugh. "Believe it. I never even clicked with my wife, if I'm honest. I've always wondered what that's like. Being with someone and the sparks flying immediately, you know?" All right. If Stede's gonna throw the door that wide open, can Ed be blamed for walking right through? "Maybe they have," he replies in his sexiest baritone, cocking an eyebrow and leaning closer, resting his hand on the back of Stede's chair. "Maybe you just didn't realize it." If Ed were speaking to anybody but Stede, whose self-esteem is so full of holes he may as well be Swiss cheese, he'd be certain he was laying it on far too thick. Ed knows he's being blatant as fuck. Ridiculously so.
October 22, 2025 at 1:33 PM
butterscup95.bsky.social
Things are heating up in my #OFMDBB25… 😘💜 #WIPWednesday
"Here. Try this one. Suits ya, I think." Wee John offers the beanie, and Ed generously takes it. Its wool is of royal purple, and it has a big puffy pom-pom sewn on the top. While Ed fiddles with it, he pinches the wool between his fingertips, and it's so silky and smooth that he puts on the beanie without thinking twice about it. "Oh yes, that suits ya indeed!" Wee John praises even before Ed's done tugging on the beanie. Jim and Archie seem to approve, too. They nod once, good. Then two nods, very good. And then they smile, showing no signs of a catastrophic pursing of the lips. Who knew that a beanie in winter could be so groundbreaking? (Yes, Ed has watched The Devil Wears Prada. More than once. Because he can. That's all.) "You do look good," Lucius soon agrees before tilting his head with a growing smirk. "Okay, you look hot. And cute. It'll be perfect." Ed finishes pulling on the beanie, and though his head warms with instant relief, he feels his cheeks burn hotter. "What will be perfect?" "Oh, Ed..." And with that soft gasp, Ed's completely thawed. He very slowly turns around, like he's afraid he'll burst into flames, and finds Stede standing before him with Mary, Doug and the kids by his side, and his eyes swelling like sunbursts. "Ed," Stede breathes, his smile growing brighter like a rainbow after a long storm. "Look at how radiant you are."
October 22, 2025 at 11:58 PM
bookknobs.bsky.social
Bahaha ok. I knew this was the answer really. Have a teeny tiny #OFMDBB25 snip first.
But anyway, yeah, it's Lucius' birthday bash tonight and Ed had even agreed to dress up for it - any excuse to impress Stede. He's got Ivan and Archie in, working the bar so he's got more time to spend with Stede too. Ed smoothes the lines of his pleated skirt and checks the knot he tied in his shirt. He straightens his pigtails and grabs the pack of Tutti Frutti Hubba Bubba he'd bought specially before heading downstairs. He wonders if Stede's already here. If he's about to make his grand entrance and leave Stede speechless. Kinda hopes so. Starts working a piece of his bubblegum just in case.
October 22, 2025 at 6:10 PM
addieh.bsky.social
📜💞 #OFMDBB25 Countdown! 📜💞

It’s #WIPWednesday!

"Shelter for Strays" - Ed/Stede AU 21k Rated E

#OFMDfic #Ourflagmeansdeath
October 15, 2025 at 5:03 PM
addieh.bsky.social
📜💞 #OFMDBB25 Countdown! 📜💞

It’s #WIPWednesday! Sharing another peek at my AU fic where Stede runs a sanctuary for unwanted animals and lawyer Ed steps in when it’s in jeopardy.

Will have gorgeous art from @muddysheep.bsky.social
and @sweetteamotion.bsky.social
😍 🎉

#OFMDfic #Ourflagmeansdeath
October 8, 2025 at 2:22 PM
politestmenace.bsky.social
Since apparently I’ve been stood up for an online meeting, one more teeny snip of the #OFMDBB25 😁

#WordGameWednesday
While he waited for his order to come in, he read page after page on the internet about preparing for...ahem...rear entry.
October 8, 2025 at 8:46 PM
butterscup95.bsky.social
I wrote about 3k tonight and am still not close to finishing my #OFMDBB25, so please like this post to get me motivated and enjoy this snippet that features something spicy and something sweet. 🐳❤️ #WIPWednesday
“It may look like it’s waving at us, but that’s known as pec slapping,” Stede informs the giggling crowd. “Southern rights have more rounded flippers than humpbacks, though they both love to pec slap. A whale may pec slap to communicate with other whales, or they’re simply playing around!” As the crowd watches on, waiting for the southern right to appear again, Ed’s eyes trail down to Stede’s blue humpback shirt, his buttons still straining at his chest, and I’d like to slap those pecs– “Get a grip!” “What was that?” Ed’s eyes fly up, and Stede is staring at him with his brows raised peculiarly. “Nothing,” he spits out, but Stede’s brows remain raised, unconvinced. “Um,” Ed panics, and though Stede’s eyes are up there, he finds himself staring at his chest again. “I like that shirt.” “Oh, this new thing?” Stede glances at his shirt and chuckles modestly. “I had a whole suit planned, but Olu’s partner said it was cursed. Probably because I told them they could only look at it.” Stede tuts under his breath and smirks, and Ed withholds a snigger at his bitchiness. “Long story, but I kept the shirt.” Ed raises a brow. “That wasn’t a long story at all.” “Well, I…” Stede stammers, blushing and looking away. “But you wear that shirt well.”
October 8, 2025 at 4:28 PM
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.
October 8, 2025 at 7:56 PM
politestmenace.bsky.social
Can’t help it: another #WIPWednesday to motivate myself to make final edits to the #OFMDBB25 draft! @curiosityrocks.bsky.social and I will have quite a romp for you 😁 the descriptions in this snip may well sound familiar 🤭
As he strokes, he scrolls and taps with his other hand to zoom into the different works of art, examining each in more detail. In this one, the two men are on their feet, the tattooed man holding the blond from behind and playing with his erect nipples as he comes. In another, the tattooed man is in the blond man's lap, riding him; the undisguised arousal on their faces is unreal. In the next one, the tattooed man is on his back on a bed with the blond over him, his legs wrapped around the blond's torso; there's fireworks exploding outside their window. In yet another, the blond man is bent over a piece of furniture, partially dressed in old-fashioned clothing; the tattooed man is similarly attired and fucking him from behind. In the one after that, the blond is on his knees and sucking the tattooed man's cock, staring up at him with desperate need, his own cock visibly leaking.
October 8, 2025 at 6:06 PM