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[bcrncoldx]

@drvcxrys (daphne bridgerton)

"Excuse me, miss," Edward began as he bent down to pick the item up from the floor, "I believe that you dropped this." Frowning when she didn't respond, he began to weave through the crowd after her. "Miss!" He called once more, finally catching up with the young woman.

[fisheito]

everyone gets a turn in the ridiculous skintight edmondsuit. or at least, .everyone SHOULD

[arsenicflame]

so. anyone else think this moment was gonna lead to rebound sex? just me???

[fxckin-blackbeard]

A Wild Night

|| @pyramultimuse - Modern!Killian Jones ||

ᒥ🎸ᒧ—         It had been plastered all over the news all morning. Edward Teach of Blackbeard's Crew and former bandmate Jack Rackham arrested at a bar in Dublin. The picture for the story was Edward's mug shot, where in spite of his glazed, dilated eyes he had a smug grin as though it was just any other picture.

A night in the drunk tank and Izzy posted bail for Ed, and only Ed. And now? He stands outside Killian's door about midday. His hair was a mess, he was sporting some sunglasses for his killer headache, and in his hands was a tray of coffees. One was for himself and he was sipping on it already, the other was for his partner. A preemptive peace offering, surely.

The night before Edward had mentioned he was meeting up with an old friend who was in Dublin, unfortunately that friend was the degenerate loser Jack Rackham. Known for his disastrous fall from grace in the rock world due to a serious drug addiction. Edward still cared for the guy, but Jack did not care what trouble he brought the Blackbeard's Crew rockstar in return.

Edward knocks on the door and shifts his weight onto his right leg, his left was killing him like his hangover. Disheveled, that was the perfect word to describe Edward's appearance. He was even still in the clothes he had on the night prior, they were visibly dirty and wrinkled, but it looked like he tried, very poorly, to fix them up.

[thebest-medicine]

Prompt 23 with lee Ed and ler Stede

Prompt 23 - "Wait a minute, you're not ticklish, are you?"

A/N: they are too cute omfg

…

“Wait a minute, you’re not ticklish, are you?” Stede asked, smiling incredulously.

“Ticklish?” Ed scoffed. “Yeah, no. I don’t think so, mate.” 

“Are you… absolutely sure about that?” Stede raised an eyebrow at him. “Because it sure looked to me like–”

“Pff. Well, try it if you don’t believe me!” Blackbeard held his arms out to the sides, looking at Stede expectantly.

This was certainly a surprise. “Well…” Stede’s smile softened into something that made Ed’s insides tighten. “Alright then.” He stretched his fingers slowly, then brought them around just beside each of Ed’s sides. “How about here?” He prodded gently, watching the spots as Ed’s eyes watched him. 

A few pinches, and Ed’s gaze snapped down to where the hands were on his sides. What the hell was this feeling? He squirmed slightly, tensing up.

“You…sure this doesn’t tickle?” Stede asked slowly, poking a finger into the front of his lower ribs and getting a startled intake of breath in response. “It … kind of seems like it does.” He pressed in harder, and Ed’s arms flinched in protectively. 

“Well you’re- you’re doing it weird!” Ed responded, grumbling and a bit frazzled. 

“What d’ya mean?” Stede asked, softening his touch to try to ensure he wasn’t harming his pirate companion. 

Ed hissed. “All light n’ shit like that. Feels weird.” He flinched backwards.

“Ah.” Stede observed. “Well, that is still tickling.” He squeezed Ed’s sides a bit more harshly with forefinger and thumb. He didn’t so much as flinch at that. “Are you more used to harder tickling? Doesn’t work on everyone, I’d say.” 

Ed watched him, listening. These lighter, more gentle tracings of fingers were tingling and distracting, nothing like the rare harsh grabs for his ribs that he’d had in his mind whenever someone brought up the idea of tickling. He’d been quick to overcome reacting to those. But this… this was different. Stede’s fingers brushed against the skin peeking out at the bottom of his shirt and Edward nearly leapt backwards from his reach. 

“Alright!” He said, higher than usual. “I guess maybe. A little bit. Whatever. Doesn’t matter.”

“It’s quite alright.” Stede smiled at him, steady and gentle, reassuring. “I’m rather sensitive to both, I’m afraid.” 

“Oh really?” Ed asked, eyes snapping back to the other captain. 

Stede looked away bashfully, and something in Ed’s stomach tightened again. “Well, since I let you try it out on me, I think it’s only fair…” 

Stede’s eyes widened, shooting back to Blackbeard. “Wait- but I– oh dear!” He brought up his hands with a wide, nervous grin on his face. “Edward! P-Please take it easy on me! Wait–!”

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[moony-grotesque]

me

[reflections-of-mobius]

[ @rxbelling-hxrald | DM'd for a starter!]

The sun may have been shining out in the desert, but here in Sanden...there was the strong, central sliver of light that beamed down from the world above, highlighting a city surrounded on all sides by rock, with a near-unbroken ceiling far above. Layer after layer of the ancient stone had been hewn away long ago, creating walkways and staircases long-rubbed smooth from so many generations.

And of course, this city in the desert- one of the few saving graces of the unforgiving heat- was home to a not-so-small population. The city stretched for many miles into the mountainous rock, sand attempting- but never quite succeeding- in infiltrating the deepest depths of the space.

A few civilians glanced the newcomer's way. While many didn't know the names of more than fifty or so of their fellow inhabitants- it still wasn't hard to spot the ebony outsider. Multiple eyes flickered to this stranger as he stepped into the hidden depths, from children, to adults, to guards...

One such mobian had glanced the hedgehog's(?) way upon his arrival, grinning inwardly at the sight of an easy mark. They flicked their tail, a forked tongue snapping out of their mouth for a second to taste the air.

"Hello, fair sir!" The mobian greeted, sky-blue eyes sparkling. They gestured with a hand towards their wares- a grand assortment of fruit. "Would you care for a snack? Only ten rings a piece!"

[front-facing-pokemon]

[hauntfcrged]

@coinquinatvs / ed liked for a starter from the guest muse, ollie

"Hey there, Mr. Warren, how's it going?" Ollie didn't pause in her unpacking - there were still a few boxes of files, recordings and general research about the last job that she had to get through and get filed -- she just hadn't had enough time yet to finish up between helping watch Judy, helping Judy with her homework, her own university assignments and screening the latest batch of interview requests that Lorraine and Ed had gotten.

Still, even as busy as the job kept her, she wouldn't trade it for anything. Seeing first hand the kind of things that other people couldn't dream of, good or bad, and seeing the kind of help that Ed and his wife could offer? It was the chance of a life time for someone who was studying paranormal psychology. "I just got back from dropping Judy at the library with her friend Penelope, and Mrs. Warren called earlier and said that she was going to be running a few errands on the way home so, I can start some dinner prep in a bit, after I get the last of these filed away, if you have something particular in mind?"

[hukkitin]

[bcrncoldx]

@nightwhispcrs (michael guerin)

"Is anything ever normal in this place?" In the scant few months Edward had been beginning to think the city was a very odd place. First it was the violence over Valentines Day, then the dinosaurs and now this.... just what was going on here?

[heyo-ed]

havent eaten since a small snack tuesday night, I've danced for over 3 hours every day this week and walked for hours. I'm abt to collapse and I love it.

[musinghotline]

REQUIEM FOR A DREAM (2000) : SENTENCE STARTERS

cw: drug abuse, eating disorders, general heavy/dark themes.

"We got a winner!"

"Wanna waste some time?"

"When are you coming home?"

"You just wait for me, alright?"

"I'll come today."

"I told you I would make it."

"You don't have to make anything, my sweet."

"In the end, it's all nice."

"Someone like you can really make things alright for me."

"You mean you fucked it up!"

"You promised me everything was gonna be okay, remember?"

"What the fuck is wrong with you?"

"Soon, millions of people will see me and they'll all like me."

"It's a reason to get up in the morning."

"Why should I? I'm alone."

"They don't need me."

"Now when I get the sun, I smile."

"You holding out alright?"

"There's nothing out there!"

"I always thought you were the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen."

"Other people have told me that before, and it was meaningless."

"How can you know more about medicine than a doctor?"

"Believe me, I know."

"It's alright. Don't worry, you're in a hospital."

"She'll be sent for, she'll come."

"Oh, jesus christ... I need a doctor, man..."

"I can't take it, man, my arm, MY FUCKING ARM!"

"Can you hear me? Can you see me?"

"I don't expect he'll live out the week."

"There's my three meals, Mr. Smartypants."

"California, Florida, whatever. Either way, your pale ass is getting tan."

"You on uppers?"

"I'm sort of a distributor... For a big importer."

"Does he give you pills?"

"I just wanted to be on the show!"

"What kind of business?"

"Everything's all mixed up, confused..."

"I'm thinking thin."

"This... drives... most... people... crazy."

"Ya got a rotten attitude."

"Good afternoon, although I'm not sure how good it is."

"This is our only chance to make it big."

"Shit, this motherfucker's starting to look a little seedy, man."

"You smug fuck!"

"I'm somebody now."

"You make me feel like a person. Like I'm me... and I'm beautiful."

"You are beautiful."

"You are my dream."

"I'm walkin' across the stage."

"Getting the money's not the problem."

"I don't know what I'm going to have to do to get it."

"I put myself through fucking hell for you!"

[fullmxtal-elrich]

Ed's wide awake tonight. He's full of energy and is in the mood to play, if you decide to approach him be aware you may end up in a friendly sparring match...Or a joyful conversation! Whichever comes first!

[wavrlywizard]

@fortitudina liked for a starter

Wand in the air, slowly waving as she practiced hovering the overly large glass cooking bowl. Seeing someone rounding the corner, she quickly slipped it back into her boot, letting the bowl fall. Glass shattering. "... I gotta get someone to clean this up." She rolled her eyes, because god knows she doesn't like doing the work herself.

"Careful, there are pieces everywhere."

[fxckin-blackbeard]

ᒥ☠ᒧ—        Edward flicks the blade around, a soft whipping sound being made as he does so. He was never one for standing still long, and as there is a break in the duel practice he passes time as best he can.

"I get why I should step to the side, but taking the blade is just so much more fun. The look on people's face when you got a fuckin' sword to the gut and you keep goin'? Hilarious!" He pauses the energetic whipping of the blade, turning to look with a playful smirk under his scruffy, short black beard and a mischievous glint in his eyes near hidden by his wild, curly black hair.

"Have ya tried it? Being stabbed, I mean. We could go another round, I'll make sure to aim for the right spot." The young man looks a little too eager saying that.

"It'll only hurt for a moment, I promise. I'll show ya how to take it out after. That doesn't hurt, much, either." He begins to whip his blade around again, his eagerness showing as an excess of energy.