#Ed/Jack

[perpendicularpotatoes]

3 - Coconut War [Fic]

First image for Chapter 3 of The Marks Left On Your Skin. This is the last Jack chapter (also the last short chapter and the last that might still count as mature depending on your definitions)

Art progress pics below the jump.

Left one is from some point this summer. Particularly happy with the hair, the buried in sand effect and my absolute favorite—the thumb...

I think this thumb is one of the best things I've ever drawn. Here's a closeup without the shadow.

[house-afire]

he was us (Ed/Izzy, Ed/Jack, omegaverse)

Prompt: 100 words of studding

Ed lets Jack do the actual procuring. There’s nothing Jack likes better than trawling ports for omegas, the wetter and sloppier the better, and anyone who’d let Jack in their pussy is clearly up for anything. Ed himself is proof of that: he’s just finished washing Jack’s come out of the thatch of curls ’tween his legs. (Jack never finishes inside. He likes making a mess.)

Getting Ed studded, properly dicked-up like a captain should be, will be messier than anything else they’ve done, so it’s no wonder Jack’s so fucking excited.

Ed is … nervy. Which isn’t the same thing as being nervous. It’s fucking weird, that’s all—the idea of trading out his cunt for a cock.

But afterwards, everybody’s gonna look at him and know who he is. They won’t say that he’s pretty or delicate or too goddam clever for his own good, doesn’t he know that he’s supposed to be sweet?

His mother was sweet. Never asked for anything in her life and never got it, either. Ed’s all through asking, asking’s yesterday’s news. Piracy means you can have whatever you want, so long as you’re willing to be a degenerate fucking monster to get it. Ed knows what shit costs. Always has, always will.

Jack opens the door into the wall—fucker can never come into a room normally—and announces, “Last chance to change your mind! Tell me quick, or I’m gonna wind up taking this fucker myself.”

Ed can smell the other omega. He’s got a harsh, sharp scent, like salt and strong lye soap with none of the little herbs Ed likes; it’s a bit weird, to be honest, but if Jack’s about a second away from knotting the guy up against the wall, it might smell better to an alpha.

Doesn’t matter anyway. If everything goes according to plan—and Ed’s willing to go walkabout on Hornigold, if he has to, and overstay his shore leave face-first in this soapy omega, so the plan is cruisey—all he’s really going to be smelling, the whole studding, is cunt.

“I’m not changing my mind,” he says. “Bring him in.”

Jack gives a drunken cheer and hauls the man in, but Ed barely has a chance to look at him before Jack is falling on his knees and giving Ed’s pussy some rapturous, teary-eyed attention.

And—since it’s Jack—a slobbery smack of a kiss and an enthusiastic rub of his fucking mustache.

“Bye, Blackie’s cunt,” Jack says solemnly. “We had ourselves a good run.”

“Oh, get the fuck out of here,” Ed says, but he laughs anyway, so Jack just grins at him, victorious, and surges to his feet.

“Take care of him,” he tells the strange omega, who is watching all this with a crease between his brows, looking like it’s a language he can’t fucking parse. Jack takes in that expression, laughs in the guy’s face, slaps him on the shoulder so hard he staggers, and galumphs back down the stairs of the inn.

“Sorry,” Ed says. “He’s—a lot.”

He has a chance to take in the other omega now, and—nose-scouring scent aside—he can admit Jack made a good choice. He’s an old fucker—well, older than Ed, and Ed will probably never live to be whatever-the-fuck age he’s at, so old enough—which is supposed to help somehow. Like his slick’s aged like the good wine Ed’s only ever had drunk from stolen bottles. And he’s flushed and damp, trembling on the edge of a heat.

“He said you need someone to stud you,” the man says in a thin, raspy voice.

“Sorta. I need somebody I can use to stud myself.” Ed’s been working on big-dick alpha energy. “Is that you?”

“Won’t know until you fucking try, will you?” The man bares his teeth in a smile.

“You’ve got some crazy energy, man,” Ed says. “Can’t decide whether I like it or not. I’m Blackbeard.”

Oh, shit—Ed only gets hot for alphas, as a rule of thumb, but the flicker of recognition and interest in this fucker’s eyes when he hears Ed’s name is fucking fire. Nobody’s ever recognized him before.

“You’ve heard of me,” he says, almost in a purr.

The man gives a tight little shrug. “Hear a lot. Didn’t know you were an omega.”

“Won’t be, after tonight. Or however long it takes. What’s your name?”

“Izzy.”

Ed doesn’t think it suits him, and then he thinks it does—those z’s, sharp little saw-blade letters, that dangly y that could stretch out forever. It’s a name meant to be shouted across a deck. Hissed in a command. He doesn’t have to ask if Izzy’s a pirate too. Ed’s hot shit when it comes to just knowing.

There aren’t many omega pirates out there, but there are some. Ed’s never known one to last without either a mate or a buddy like Jack, though—somebody to fuck them silly when needs must. Izzy does not have the vibes of somebody who’s ever been fucked silly in his life.

“You ever try getting studded?” Ed asks. It’s none of his business, yeah, but he can never keep his fingers out of a pie—or an open fucking wound. He likes to see what’s inside. See how shit works.

“Didn’t take,” Izzy says briskly. “It’s why your man thought I was right for the job. I tried four times. Didn’t seem worth going back for a fifth.”

“Fuck,” Ed says, strangely impressed even though it also sounds like a fucking nightmare, honestly, being stuck like that. “You’re like a super-omega. Bet you’re deeper and wetter, somehow.”

“Yeah. Men have gotten lost inside my cunt, never to be seen again. Are we fucking doing this or not? You worried you’ll end up like me?”

“Nah.” Ed strips his trousers back off and flops on the bed. “Nah to the worrying, I mean. Never worry. Yes to the fucking.”

[boatcats]

I fully believe that despite the toxic aspects (and whose young relationships didn't have those?), Ed will always look back on his youthful relationship with Jack as a bit of sweetness in a difficult and painful and dangerous time.

I blame @batsarebetterthanpeople for making me feel so soft about them, frankly.

[jellybeanium124]

spoilers for chapter 14 of don't hurt yourself

THE CAT IS THE ONLY ONE WHO REMEMBERS

THE CAT IS THE ONLY ONE WHO REMEMBERS!!!!!

[stephreynaart]

Thought I would share the big prints I did for this past con. I will announce any future conventions I do when they pop up, so keep an eye out

I’ll probably stay local for now, but eventually I want to get out of state

[sp0ng3art]

see how the trees they grow, pushing up the dead beneath your feet

you may chew your kudzu down but it's you [girl] likely it will eat

oh sing a worried song

[10bendog]

HAPPY 20TH ANNIVERSARY CN CITY!!! <3

This was my favorite era from the channel's history and I needed to commemorate my love for it for this occasion. I wish we'd see the city bumpers return, updated with more characters from all the shows that have aired since, but until then, I'll be doing it myself.

Speaking of, stay tuned next week, because I have two more of these prepared to post for the rest of June.

Here's also the full-scale drawings. It hurt a little to shrink and compress them on the city screenshot, so I'm posting them separately. :)

"This is Cartoon Network."

[our-flag-means-love]

ofmd as text posts | part 7/?

(alternate version where they're all one image for easy saving)

[recoveryposting]

a little while ago i was talking to a friend about my ed and i dont remember the context but she said to me "I LOVE CARBOHYDRATES!!!!! I LOVE CALORIES!!!!!!" and i stopped and stared at my phone because i had genuinely never heard anyone say they love calories. like, even implicitly theres this messaging that lower calorie = better and that we should enjoy of food despite the calories it contains. and i was just floored that this was the first time i had ever heard anything like that and it made me feel so comforted. anyway appreciate your friends they are some of the most important people in the world

[cubesona]

commission for Skellington977

[perpendicularpotatoes]

Maybe day number eight was when he had finally lost it [Fic]

Young Ed and Jack during the Hornigold Era. I suppose you can pretend it's someone else if you prefer to block out that particular part of Ed's history (it being Ed's business and all). 😉

But if you're not scared off, you can check out the accompanying fic on my AO3. (link to profile since it's explicit, mind the tags)

A becalming robs young Edward of all his usual coping strategies to deal with his brain when it becomes unbearable. With Jack's somewhat accidental help, he discovers a new one and learns some things about himself along the way. [Jack is pretty okay in this and doesn't really initiate any of the inadvisable behavior even if he is a bit over-enthusiastic once given a direction, but it is well received.]

It was originally conceived as a part of the longer fic I'm working on that is exploring the question of why you'd get a "Trust no one" tramp stamp, since that kinda feels less like a reminder to yourself and more like a message to the people topping you...

And which is ending up being a character and relationship study, exploring amongst other things the learning and unlearning of (internalized) toxic masculinity through seven times Ed had sex with various people and the history of his tattoos spanning from Hornigold's ship to Post-Canon Era.

But this part ended up not really fitting so I'm posting it as standalone one-shot that's more unapologetic smut.

And I'll obviously post again once I start actually uploading the more serious fic (and the accompanying fanart!)

Should be soon, since the first three chapters (and most of the art) are basically finished, but I want all seven properly planned out before I start uploading.

[valarie-lovely]

I dunno, something about Ed Norton in fight club just really turns my gears the right way.

His voice is fucking perfect in this movie too

[benzdizel]

i’m just a girl🎀

[evviejo]

STAR TREK: PICARD - S3E6 The Bounty

[mc-tummy-blur]

@f1zzlest1ckzz Jack Marston’s Rule of Three

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Check my pinned post to see links on how you can help the people in Palestine

[cobra-creampuff]

fucking hyperventilating. major point of conflict between izzy and ed in season one, ed trained izzy to be his attack dog and then suddenly without warning wanted him to herd instead.

major point of conflict between izzy and ed in season two, izzy's taken to herding excellently (like ed wanted) but now ed is the wolf.