#swashbuckling fic

[limerental]

man... do you ever imagine how if ciri were a boy there would be such a great wealth of fic and art and potential love interests and discussion and instead you waltz into her ao3 tag and your options are 'ciris tits and boobies' or '13 years old but thinks like a toddler and talks like the author has never spoken to a child before'

[iffeelscouldkill]

Fic: rolled a nat 1 on intelligence

A/N: I was inspired to write this ficlet by @7-sided-dice's headcanon about the Halverton boys playing D&D :D It's a double drabble, or 200 words exactly - I was considering not doing a drabble derivative this time around, but the wordcount turned out really close to 200 anyway, and the editing and touching up always makes my writing better, so I like it xD

Shout out to the anon who asked for more Halverton fics! I hope you enjoy!

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It was going well, Scott told himself. Sure, Van and Gian had bickered for ten minutes over whose character would be the tallest, and Sungchul had wanted more subclasses than was possible, but after a few turns they'd settled down and got into it.

Now, they were hanging on his every word as he described the scene.

"The door creaks open to reveal an old room, dust hanging thick in the air. But you can just make out a spectral figure hovering in the middle. This spirit may be here to offer information. Or mislead you to your doom."

"We could ask it about the weird tome we found," Sungchul conferred with the others.

"We should leave it alone," Gian countered. "I think it's a trap. Let's investigate the room."

But Van looked directly at Scott. "I stab the ghost!" he declared.

"You-" Scott began.

"With my sword," Van added, in case that wasn't clear.

The other two stared. Scott could feel his headache from earlier returning. "Before we do this, I just want to check, are you su-"

"Yes."

Scott suppressed a sigh and considered crumpling up his notes.

"Okay." It had been going well. "Everyone roll for initiative…"

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A/N: I've played D&D twice ever - three times if you count the practice session a friend and I did to get the hang of the mechanics - but in one of those sessions, which was with a group of friends of friends, I was playing a Swashbuckler Rogue and I decided that stabbing the ghost seemed like something my character would do, so I did it xD When I was looking for ideas for Halverton chaos, it was the perfect inspiration :D

Look, proof from my notes!

One of these days I will get the chance to play more D&D.

I thought about giving the fic a more "D&D-realistic" title since I'm pretty sure rolling a nat 1 on intelligence isn't a thing, and then I rationalised that it didn't have to make sense and it was better than my other ideas xD

[ofmdlovelyletters]

This lovely letter is for @swashbuckling-sweethearts! Holly, you make some of the absolute coolest stuff in this whole community! Your art is amazing, and always seems to show up on the coolest, most interesting stories, and I am totally obsessed with both frog watcher Ed and freaky tree Ed! You're also just the nicest, loveliest person, are always supportive of everyone, and you are one of the best people i've met on the internet!

Hello @swashbuckling-sweethearts! You've received a lovely letter!

Crew, you can read her fic here. 💌

[stilesdemonbaby]

The Fox and The Wolf by MossyTreestump

Summary:

Lord Noah Stilinski and Lady Talia Hale have arranged the marriage of their sons to cement a dubious alliance. Both Stiles and Peter are aware they are little more than pawns in the games their families play, but neither is pleased with the match. Tempers flare and suspicions fester as they live together in a world of secrets.

Tags: Arranged Marriage, Alternate Universe, Bad Friend Scott McCall, Bad Parent Sheriff Stilinski, Dubious Consent, Anal Sex, Blow Jobs, First Time, Enemies to Lovers, Angst with a Happy Ending, Swordfighting, Secret Identity, Canon-Typical Violence, BAMF Stiles Stilinski

Published: 2024-06-27

Words: 50,095

Chapters: 23/23

Rating: Explicit

[sailing-through-hawkins]

hi hi hi for the WIP Wednesday ask game: Eddie Gets Isekai'd! :D Purely because I love that file name lmao

YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH I LOVE THIS AU OKAY CONTEXT instead of dying in the upside down, eddie runs from the bats and through another portal but instead of landing in hawkins, he's in a whole other reality! one straight out of dnd, a classic western fantasy setting with magic and elves and their own versions of vecna and demo-monsters! when eddie lands in this reality, he finds Stefan Harrington and Ed Mundrason - stefan is fascinated by eddie and agrees to help him home, even if ed is reluctant and glares at him the whole way

Ignore the sting, keep walking. He wanted to take a stroll anyways.

It's not actually a lie, Stefan inhales as he slows his pace.

Walking under the moonlight was never a luxury, not the way Jane believed it to be, not for Stefan. It is more of a comfort than anything.

To listen for wildlife, smell the oak and dirt that surrounds him, to shiver at the touch of the breeze dancing past him.

He is no wordsmith, not like Nancy or Ed, but if he could, he would write something about the peace that comes with a quiet night. Something about the way it makes him feel healed, differently to how the sun makes him feel alive, breathing and living after years of fighting the dark.

Fighting with Ed is usually so easy, so light. They fight over food, over Dustin, over who gets to ride the single horse left in the stables. But this is -

"Fuck, fuck, fuck -"

Stefan whirls towards the yelling, reaching out for his mace that - that he left at the inn, damn it!

"Please don't follow me, god, fuck, oh my god -"

Snapping the branch off a tree is going to have to be his move, he needs something weighty enough to hit hard. The sound echoes and Stefan startles when the voice starts getting louder, as if in response.

"I said don't follow me, fucking hell, god why did it have to be bats!" The voice is near and Stefan quietly tightens the straps of his gauntlet. Leather is more effective against bane bites than people expect. He waits behind the tree, listening to the high-pitched screeches of wingbanes that follow after the voice. That's one, two, three wingbanes. "Why couldn't it be demo-worms or something!"

A figure rushes past and Stefan registers a head of curls and black leather before he hears the screeches one more time and spins around the tree, catching one wingbane by the throat and slamming it into the ground.

The screeches rise in pitch and he knows the other two are just behind him, so he plunges the branch into the body of the monster and twists until the cries die out, raising his arm to slam against an incoming wingbane that tries chewing through his gauntlet. He grits his teeth and pulls the branch out of the black blood, swinging it into the other wingbane that tries to reach his legs.

With a roar, Stefan throws the monster on his arm to the ground, slamming his foot on its squishy body and stabbing the branch through its mouth, black ooze bubbling from the wound.

"Holy shit."

Stefan turns but has to dodge the final wingbane that wraps its tail around his arm.

Poor thing.

With a grin, Stefan pulls the monster in by the tail and slams it into the ground right next to its brethren, shoving the blackened branch into its body with a sickening crack. The cries of the beasts die out as the clouds that obscured the moon pass by. He tilts his head, still panting heavily, as he notices the blue tinge to their skin, the absurdly shorter body and longer tail-span.

These are a different breed of wingbanes.

That does not bode well.

"S-Steve? Is that you, man?"

Stefan blinks. Right, of course, they were chasing after somebody. He turns around and inhales sharply when the moonlight casts over a man, sitting on the ground and leaning against a tree with hunched shoulders. His curly hair is covered by a piece of cloth and his clothing is strange, unusually bulky, tight and shiny, but those eyes. Round and dark, even in the sunlight, even in the heat of battle.

"Ed?"

[osp-originals]

Stomach bug

Victor has a stomach bug and decides to skip class. When Taylor gets back from her classes, she discovers his illness had gotten worse than she thought would get.

TW: fever, emeto, stomach push (idk what to put for the warning but Tay helps him throw up)

———

“Babe?” Taylor called.

“Mmh,” Victor groaned in response.

She opened the door.

“Are you gonna go to class today?” she asked softly.

“No, my stomach still feels… wrong. It’s just bad. I don’t know how to describe it.”

“Okay, I’ll see what we have that you can eat and then I have to go to my classes.”

“I don’t want to eat anything.”

“I get that, but you can’t just not eat anything all day. That’s not healthy.”

“Why do I have to be healthy?” Victor protested, rolling over onto his side to face his girlfriend.

Taylor chuckled.

“You got me there,” she teased.

•••

She came back in a few minutes later with a box of plain crackers and a bottle of water.

“I couldn’t find any nausea medicine, but this is what we have,” she said, setting the offerings down on the nightstand by Victor’s side of the bed.

“I’m still not going to eat anything.”

“At least drink some water. Not having anything in there will only make it worse. Trust me.”

“Okay, I’ll eat some later. For now, I’m just going to go to sleep.”

She looked at her phone to check the time.

“I have to go. Take care of yourself, okay?”

“Okay. I’ll try to be healthy,” Victor said with a playful smile.

Taylor pushed the hair out of his face and gave him a kiss on his forehead. Then, she left for her class.

•••

Some time later, Victor woke up from his nap. Overall, he felt well-rested, but that was the only good feeling he felt. The sheets were soaked with sweat, but he didn’t feel hot. In fact, he was shivering under his blanket. His stomach definitely felt worse than before he went to sleep. It now felt like it was somehow bloated and pushing against his abs from the inside, even though it was empty. His mouth was dry as a desert, but that was normal for him because he always seems to have it open in his sleep. The dryness made him take a sip of water from the bottle on the nightstand, despite his reservations about putting anything in his stomach.

The moment the water got in, his tummy made a rumbling sound, but surprisingly it seemed to relieve some of the pressure.

Maybe not eating is only making it worse, like Taylor said…

He decided to give the crackers a chance. He pushed himself up so he was sitting against the headboard of the bed, then started eating the crackers slowly. Each one gave his stomach more to work with, which seemed like a good thing.

Once he felt like he had enough, he took a few sips of water, then picked up his phone for some distraction.

Even though the pressure wasn’t so bad anymore, the nausea still persisted. He couldn’t tell whether he was actually going to be sick or not, so he tried to get his mind off of it, hoping that would convince his body to forget about it too.

It didn’t quite work that way. The pressure quickly returned, and the nausea got a lot more threatening. He knew what was going to happen, whether he wanted it to or not.

He scanned the room for something to be sick into, but there was nothing. He would have to go to the bathroom. He knew he didn’t have time to get in and out of his wheelchair, and there was no point in that anyway, since the bathroom door was just across the room from the bed. He threw the covers off his legs and rolled over onto the floor with a thud.

The downstairs neighbors must be wondering what the hell that was, he thought, ignoring the pain in his side and arm from landing on them.

He pulled himself across the floor, taking his phone with him in case he needed to call for help. He opened the bathroom door and made his way to the toilet.

He just barely had enough time to position his head over the toilet bowl before he gagged the first time. Nothing came up, but it send a wave of pain through his stomach. A cough brought up the first puny stream of vomit. It was just chewed-up crackers and water, not even digested.

The cycle repeated for a few more minutes: unproductive coughing and retching eventually leading to bringing up small amounts of what he ate, until his stomach finally settled down. After it did, he felt much better. He was still cold and clammy, but other than that, he was alright.

He checked the time on his phone.

11:58 A.M. Tay should be out of class by now, right?

He decided to text her and find out. When he opened his messages, he noticed that she had texted him earlier asking how he was doing, but he had missed it.

Victor: hey babe, when are you coming back home?

He flushed the toilet, then scooted himself backward so he could sit up against the wall while he waited for her to answer. Her response came more quickly than he expected it to.

Taylor: ill be home soon. i was just getting nausea medicine and stuff for you from the store.

Taylor: is everything ok?

Victor: meh. just puked.

Taylor: aw im sorry babe 🥺

Taylor: did you make it to the bathroom?

Victor: yeah

Taylor: thats good at least

Victor: and my stomach feels better now

Taylor: aw im glad, I hope it stays better

Taylor: i just bought ginger ale and nausea meds so hopefully that helps too. do you need anything else?

Victor: no, that sounds fine

After he sent that message, he noticed a dull pain in his head pulsing to the beat of his heart.

Victor: actually do we have painkillers already?

Taylor: yeah we have tylenol and ibuprofen

Taylor: theyre in the cabinet above the sink tho

Victor: dammit

Taylor: ill be home soon dont worry

Victor: yeah ik, I’ll be fine

Taylor: ok im going to drive home now

Victor: alr

Victor set his phone down on the floor and rubbed his eyes. He wanted to go back to sleep, but now with this headache, he knew he wouldn’t be able to. Plus, his stomach was already starting to feel off again, even though he hadn’t eaten anything.

He decided to stay in the bathroom and wait for Taylor to get back.

The wait felt like ages. He tried to distract himself by playing games on his phone again, but it didn’t do much to help. He kept checking the time thinking minutes had passed, only to find that the readout was the exact same as the last time he checked. Unease gradually filled his stomach again.

I wonder what will happen first, Tay getting here or me throwing up again?

The answer to that gradually became clearer. He moved himself back in front of the toilet. He placed his arms on the toilet seat and rested his head on them. The nausea got stronger and stronger, and every time he thought it couldn’t get any worse, he was proven wrong.

At that moment, he heard the front door open.

“Babe? Vic?” said Taylor’s voice from the living room.

He retched, forcing out nothing but a terrible sound.

Great timing.

“Oh no, babe,” Taylor said.

She set down the things from the store, then found Victor in the bathroom. She sat down next to him and started giving him a gentle back rub to ease his pain.

He gagged again, still bringing up nothing.

“Did you eat or drink anything since the last time?” Taylor asked.

“No,” Victor mumbled.

“Maybe you should drink some water,” she suggested.

“Sure, but I’m just gonna-“

He was cut off by another loud, painful retch.

“I know, but it’s okay,” she assured him. “I’ll get you some water.”

She got up got up and grabbed the water bottle from his nightstand. He coughed a few times, then unproductively gagged again. She returned with the water bottle and handed it to him.

He waited to make sure he wasn’t about to heave again, then cautiously brought it to his lips. Drinking the water felt like swallowing molasses. He could only take one sip before and gagging again.

She took the water bottle and set it on the counter.

He rested his head on his arms again, and he coughed and retched, but still, nothing.

The nausea felt like it was slowly eating him from the inside.

“Could you… just.. squeeze my stomach for me?” Victor asked hesitantly. “I just want to get it over with.”

“Okay,” she said, sounding a bit confused.

She got behind him and wrapped her arms around his belly.

“How hard should I squeeze?” she asked.

“However hard,” he answered. “Just make me barf.”

“Okay.”

She pushed on his abdomen, lightly at first, but when nothing happened, she increased the pressure. His stomach convulsed in response and she immediately let go, but still nothing came up.

She squeezed his belly again, this time faster. It caused him to heave up a little bit of water with a loud, pained noise.

A few seconds later, his stomach contracted on its own, sending up a weak stream of stomach acid. He spat to get the vile taste out of his mouth.

“You okay?” Taylor asked.

“Yeah,” he responded.

He breathed heavily for a few seconds.

“Was that all?” she wondered out loud.

“Maybe.”

He sat up hesitantly. His stomach felt much better, just like it did after the first round. He hoped the relief would last longer this time.

“Yeah, I think so,” he told her.

She ran her hand through his hair, pushing his bangs away from his sweaty forehead. He leaned back and let himself fall back onto her lap. She held his head in one arm, still combing through his tangled hair with the other hand.

“Do you still want those painkillers?” she asked.

“Oh, yeah. But I think I’d just… you know.”

“Hmm… Maybe you could take the nausea medicine first and see how you feel?”

“Yeah,” he said. “Good idea.”

Why didn’t I think of that?

“I’ll go get it for you,” she offered.

He sat back up with her help. She left for a minute, then she returned with pain pills, nausea ginger chews, the water bottle from his nightstand, and a bottle of ginger ale.

He started chewing on one of the ginger chews, and she helped him get back to bed. His stomach settled down fairly quickly, and he took a Tylenol and drank a little bit of ginger ale before going back to sleep with Taylor by his side.

[dante-drafts]

Intrepid Floating in the Water Like a Corpse

The water is cold at their back, damp clothing heavy on their skin. It’s like being dead. They can feel the cold; never fully banished from their weeks on the ice, it lingers in their bones like an ache in a storm. Now it creeps over them: the cold, a numbness. The apathy of the dead. Is this what it felt like? Drowning?

They wonder at the heaviness in their chest. How can they still float on the water when their heart is filled with the weight of the bodies, the weight of the ship in all its splinters, the weight of the memories. It is heavy enough to plunge them to the bottom of the deep. Why are they still afloat? Is it the same bad luck that kept them alive while their crew fell around them?

Maybe they should have gone to the tabaxis. Maybe they are as unlucky as the band of shadow-cats. Maybe they have doomed all of Malchar’s followers with the mere fact of their survival. They should have died with their crew. Why didn’t they?

The night is silent.

The water is motionless around them. Even the lapping of the waves seems to have gone still. Perhaps it has frozen around them. They feel cold enough that it might have. And when will it all go away? 

They are not the person they once were. Is this the child their mother died for? No, no. She died for the crew. She died for the crew, is what they tell themself. They believe it. She was the best Captain to sail the seas; of course she would die for her crew. 

She would die again if she saw them now: the sole survivor, drifting yellow-bellied under a dock. Who are they? They see the stars watching overhead: the faces of their ancestors, their fallen comrades; countless directions and maps… ones they will never follow. 

They close their eyes, listen to the silence. How long until they sink? How long until they freeze? 

Just this night… they couldn’t steal a coat. They fought with magic, at a distance, too cowardly to use a sword. They let a Yuan-Ti die; they would have saved them before. They couldn’t rally two people to their side. 

Who are they? Surely not Intrepid. 

Surely not Akmensus--how can they call themselves a tiefling, like this?

And the worst… Morrigan. That is the name they’ve shamed the most. 

Something unfreezes in them. Something warm, hot opens on their face. Tears. Their own salt water leak-bleeding into the sea. They open their eyes, ready to stare back at the stars staring at them. 

But clouds washed over the sky while they weren’t looking. And there is nothing to see anymore. They are a corpse. 

The guards seem to think so, the heavy boots walking over salt-bitten wood. They can hear the two of them, whispering about the dead. Don’t disturb them. They wonder if sometimes the dead want to be disturbed. 

Maybe that’s why they look up, hollow-eyed at the guard. They wait, stare. Maybe someone will see. But the guards, looking right at them, don’t notice the damp ember of life in them. Maybe it isn’t there anymore, but they think…

Maybe it is. They think the axe-thrower saw it, Oran. They hope he did. He must have. He must have. For them. They roll out of the water, breath coming to them in sudden gasps. They were drowning. But they cannot be a corpse. Not yet. 

Wet, shaking, they stare at the water. It is the home they will come to for the rest of their life. It is an enemy they will never trust. It is a mother they will always love, a father they will always fight. They whisper a promise to it: they will not let it take them before their time. 

The water whispers back: serpents. And they scramble away.

[kindred-spirit-93]

these are all wonderful, im especially screaming at golden haired, song healing, kind hearted extremely sarcastic will solace. thank u

Pjo x Descendants Part 3

1st post—2nd Post

Nico son of Maleficent and Hades

Hazel daughter of Dr. Facilier

Thalia daughter of Belle and Beast

Will son of Rapunzel and Eugene

[bamfkeeper]

Sin's Masterlist

A collection of all the fics I've written. All of my work can be found under the tag '🎠my works' as well. It is easier to have a masterlist available for all my work though. This will also be linked in my pinned post for easy access.

Will update/organize better at a later date.

Subtitle System

🍿 - SFW or No Warnings 🍒 - NSFW or Smut 🥀 - Angst 🧸 - Comfort 🌷 - Fluff

Headcannons

SFW Alphabet -Azazel - 🍿

NSFW Alphabet - Azazel - 🍒

Sickness - Kurt - 🌷

Kurt & the bamfs - 🍿🌷

Sex with Kurt - 🍒

Oral sex with Kurt - 🍒

SFW Alphabet - Sabretooth - 🍿

NSFW Alphabet - Sabretooth - 🍒

SFW Alphabet - Kurt - 🍿

NSFW Alphabet - Kurt - 🍒

Sweet Iced Tea - 🌷

Texture - 🌷

Anger - 🍿

Red...? - 🍿

Fuzzy - 🍿🧸

Parents - 🍿🌷

Extra Step - 🍿🌷

Imagines

Kurt is a bratty sub - 🍒

Kurt ruins you - 🍒

Goatee!Kurt - 🍒

Jealous Kurt - 🍒

Needy Kurt - 🍒

Pregnancy - 🌷

Choke - 🍒

Winter Coat - 🍿🌷

Dashing Swashbuckler - 🍿🌷

Fics

Kurt has a bad night - 🧸

You are taken, Kurt finds you - 🥀🧸

Kurt's instincts flare - 🍒

Sinister Kurt loses control - 🥀🧸

Drunk, hungover Kurt - 🍿🌷

You make him nervous - 🍿🌷

Kurt protects you in battle - 🍿

Kurt uses his tail - 🍒

Learning German numbers - 🍒

Breed - 🍒

Bamf Babies - 🍿🌷

Reunion - 🥀

Sticky - 🍒

Sub - 🍒

Above - 🍿🧸

Missions Suck - 🍿🌷

Blue Devil - 🍿🌷

Religious Differences - 🍿🧸

Dividers by @/saradika and @/strangergraphics

[tossawary]

Okay, here is selection of non-SVSSS fics that I have a fair amount of writing for already, which I currently can't pick between casually working on. I want to get at least one of them off the back-burner and OUT of my damn house sometime soon.

First: "The Princess Bride" Canon Divergence AU in which a grieving Buttercup meets Inigo before he starts working for Vizzini and before she's forced to get engaged to the Prince, just because Inigo happens to be drunkenly stumbling around Florin. A surprising amount of chaos ensues immediately, with more to follow when Westley finally gets back from pirating and discovers his True Love is both missing and wanted for murder.

Second: "Naruto" Founders-Era Canon Divergence AU, tentatively titled "On Both Your Houses", in which the warring Senju and Uchiha clans get cursed by a prehistoric demon. Tobirama and Izuna are forced to work together for the survival of their families and they both hate it the entire time. For my friend who once said that this one "Justice League: Unlimited" episode plot would be fun to inflict on these particular characters.

Third: "Merlin" (TV Show) Canon Divergence AU in which Arthur finds out about Merlin's magic by the third episode of the first season (inspired mostly by spite because I don't personally like Identity Shenanigans very much). Arthur and Merlin are forced to face threats like Nimueh's plague and the Black Knight as an actual team, while bickering the entire time, and also face the pain that Uther has caused Camelot.

I won't promise that the winning WIP here will actually get done (I definitely won't promise that all of them will get done), especially anytime soon, but I could use a boost to help my indecision here and inspire me to get a chunk of work done. I'm in a swashbuckling fantasy mood.

[naruto-fantasy-zine]

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From flights of fancy to folklore, magic and monsters, swords and swashbucklers, let your imagination run wild in this enchanting two-part Naruto AU Fantasy book! Split into two sections, this zine will explore both the light side (Dreaming in Daylight) and dark side (Drowning in Darkness) of the fantasy genre. It promises to be a genuine delight!

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[petrichorca]

Hello, I am slowly figuring out how to use tumblr effectively. I thought I'd give an update on fics I've written in 2024, but keep forgetting to talk about here in a meaningful way.

As We Go Hand in Hand (explicit, gentlebeard, 7100 words) follows Ed as he processes the past few months while living on the island with Stede, massively in love but struggling with himself. I wrote it while feeling a lot of delayed grief around the (confirmed) s2 cancellation, and while it's sad at points it's also quite romantic I think. I really love this story.

Behind Closed Eyes All I See is You (explicit, gentlebeard, 5300 words) is a smutty PWP my dear friend @chaoticturtleturtle invited me to write with her. Stede lets Ed take the lead in a scene with some sensory deprivation, pwp, and aftercare.

like sugar to my heart (mature, gentlebeard, 4200 words) is a silly fic I wrote for my Animorphs OFMD AU co-writer as a birthday gift. Our blue four-legged four-eyed mouthless alien Stedeth gets foiled by a vending machine (based on the tumblr art of the giraffe centaur), and Ed consoles him.

like a bird (teen, gentlebeard, 3700 words) with @ghostalservice gives some backstory about Stedeth's life prior to the events of our 177k fic and features some very cute art of Mary and Stede's children (as Andalites, of course) by @theogem

Stede’s Cursed Red Suit as a Metaphor for Grief and Moving On (teen, stede + izzy, 1717 words) explores the squishy time of season 2, episode 5, and the dynamic between Stede and Izzy in season 2 overall. I am also obsessed with how Stede acts in the cursed suit. I find their s2 relationship really interesting so this is me looking a bit at that via a missing scene starting with Stede yelling OH FUCK OFF.

Calypso’s Dawn (explicit, gentlebeard, 1800 words) centers around how Ed made his boyfriend blush the morning after Calypso's birthday and how Ed feels about it. I love this fic. I've been trying to challenge myself to write more self-contained, shorter stories and this one turned out really well imo.

Life as a Series of Forward Rolls (teen, gentlebeard, 9900 words) features Stede running into his teenhood crush, the gold medalist in men's gymnastics from the 1996 Olympics. This fic also centers around a Barbie doll in Ed Teach's likeness, which @swashbuckling-sweethearts made an INCREDIBLE art of (embedded at the end of the story), inspired by my own 1996 Olympics Barbie. Silly and light modern AU!

Did you mean to do that? (teen, gentlebeard, 700 words) explores Stede's grief around Ed dying, even when he knows Ed is alive. I had no idea I would be so interested in writing missing scenes, but long conversations with friends have really ignited me in exploring these. (The length - I was trying to channel @brigdh, whose ability to write devastatingly brilliant drabbles inspires me, and I'm pleased with this one!)

Perfectly Ordinary Tuesday (mature, gentlebeard, 4900 words) with @ferventrabbit follows Stede and Ed deciding to get married on a perfectly ordinary Tuesday, and drag their inn guest Dave along for the ride. We split up writing the vows, and I balled my eyes out writing mine and then reading em's. This story is fluffy and fun, and it was a great way to start 2024. :)

What's next: I'm working on or noodling a lot of projects, solo and with different collaborators. Imminently, I've got a fic with @veeagainsttheday coming for AUpril on April 1st. Hoping to get something else out in April for @ofmdjanuaury's AUpril 2024 event, which I highly encourage folks to check out - it's for all sorts of creators!

@ghostalservice and I continue to think about our blue alien Stede and his human boyfriend Ed. Wanna Fly Away was such an important project to me while we were writing, and it's become even more special as folks find it. WFA now has art embedded in most of the 15 chapters, so if you haven't seen those check it out. More to come in that space.

Where was I going with this? Well, I suppose I want to say I'm still here. OFMD changed my life, and the OFMD fandom community is deeply important to me. I still hold out hope for a third season, or a follow-up that brings us more closure, but no matter what I'm still thinking about our pirates and will for a long time. If you read this far, thanks for being part of my community. <3

[ofmdlovelyletters]

This is for swashbuckling-sweethearts, who is not only an incredible artist and writer, but also quite possibly the sweetest person alive (who has also taught me so many fun bird facts). Truly a delight in every way!! 💟

Hi @swashbuckling-sweethearts! You've received a lovely letter!

Crew, you can read her fic here. 💌

[aquagirl1978]

Little Lion Man

Pairing: Leon Dompteur x Reader

Prompt: Day 1 (Love), Day 4 (Brothers) and Day 6 (Dance) for Leon Dompteur Sequel Route Release event (hosted by me)

Word count: 1330

Tags: Fluff (with a brief appearance from Chevalier, Jin and Leon's young son)

A/N: This fic was inspired by Leon's recent Halloween gacha card in JP as well as @ikeprinces-stuff artwork with an alternate Leon costume that can be seen HERE. Jin and Chevalier's gacha cards are also referenced throughout the fic.

“You are going to be the cutest little lion cub at tonight’s party!” you squealed as you adjusted the lion ears on top of your son’s head.

“Do you think Papa will like my costume?”

“Like it? He will love it!” You picked your son up in your arms, thankful he was still light enough for you to carry, and held him against your chest as you both looked in the mirror. “I think Uncle Yves did a great job with both of our costumes this year, don’t you think?”

Your son looked up at you and smiled. “You will be the prettiest bunny rabbit tonight, Mama.” He looked back into the mirror and opened his mouth wide to let out a tiny little roar. “And I will be the fiercest lion at the ball!”

Beaming with joy, you put your son down and took his little furry paw in yours. “Are you ready to go to a party now?”

He jumped up and down excitedly; his smile, bright as the sun, was a near replica of his father’s. “But where’s Papa?”

You looked out the nearby window, the darkening skies telling you it was already getting late in the day. “He said he had something to do before the party, and that he would meet us there.”

*****

“This is what you came to my office for, Black?” Chevalier let out an exasperated sigh as his ice blue eyes met Leon’s amber eyes in a cold stare.

“Yes! This is an important matter!”

“Your ridiculous costume does not concern me,” Chevalier remarked, his eyes returning to the documents on his desk. 

“I found out that Silvio is going to the Halloween Ball as a vampire.  I was supposed to go as a vampire. I’m the King, I can’t be wearing the same costume as someone else!”

“I don’t think you’ll have that problem now,” Chevalier commented with a smirk. “I can assure you, no one else will be dressed like that tonight. Although, the color is very fitting for you, Black.”

Leon grumbled loudly at being called this nickname, but refused to dwell on it. Unfortunate as it was, he needed Chevalier’s help.

“Please. You read more books than anyone I know.”

“Yes. And you read none.”

“That’s not the point,” Leon growled. “I’m asking for your help.” 

Chevalier straightened in his seat and rested his chin in the palm of his hand, his icy gaze silently saying speak.

“Belle read a story to me the other night. It was about a masked, sword-wielding hero and his swashbuckling adventures.”

“And this is who you are supposed to be?” Chevalier asked wide-eyed.

“Yes! His name was…ah, Zoso or something?”

Chevalier was polite enough to cover his mouth when he snickered. “You mean Zorro.”

“Isn’t that what I said?” No, wait. Don’t answer that.” Leon pulled out the rapier that was sheathed at his waist and dramatically flipped his dark cape. “I am Zorro, the dashing masked vigilante!”

Leon put down the rapier and stared at Chevalier. “That was believable, right?”

“The masked part certainly was.”

Leon’s brows knitted in frustration. “You’re a bully. You know that, right?”

“You’re the one who came to me,” Chevalier replied with a snort of laughter before returning his attention to the papers on his desk.

“Oh hey, Chevalier. What costume are you wearing tonight?”

“Evil demon,” he replied without looking up from his desk.

“Ah, well, that makes perfect sense. You could go as yourself, no need to even dress up,” Leon muttered under his breath as he made his way towards the door.

“I know,” Chevalier called out. 

Leon didn’t have to turn around to know there was a wicked grin plastered on the face of the second prince.

*****

“Have you seen Leon?” you asked Jin when you ran into him at the dessert table.

Jin looked around the room slowly, looking for his younger brother. “I haven’t seen him since I got to the ball. When I saw him earlier, he did mention he might be a little late this evening.”

“Did Papa forget about the ball?” a quiet little voice asked.

Jin crouched down and held out a lollipop to his nephew. “I’m sure your Papa didn’t forget. I wouldn’t be surprised if he was still at his desk, finishing up some work that just couldn’t wait until tomorrow.”

Still crouched, Jin noticed a familiar figure dressed in black approaching. Leon held a finger to his mouth, to which Jin gave a quick wink.

Standing off to the side, you smiled as you watched Leon walk on tiptoe, trying to surprise his young son.

Jin leaned in closer to his nephew, whispering loudly in his ear. “I heard there will be many mysterious visitors at the ball tonight. Some might be friend, others foe. I need you to be on high alert and let me know if you see anyone suspicious. Can you do that for me, buddy?”

“Yes, Uncle Jin,” the small boy answered seriously.

“I think it's best if you turn around then. You won't be much of a lookout if all you're doing is looking at me,” he said. He put his hands on his nephew's shoulders, ready to turn him around at the right moment. “On my count. One, two…three!”

On three, Jin spun the young prince just as Leon was a few feet away.

“Papa!” the boy exclaimed, breaking from his uncle's hold and running to his father.

“Whose Papa? I don't recall raising a lion cub!” Leon scooped his son up in a big bear hug, gently tickling him until he began to squirm with laughter.

“It's me, it's me,” he squealed in between peals of laughter.

“What do you think?” Leon winked, gesturing to his costume. “Do you know who I am?”

“Yes. You're Zoso, the dashing, masked vigilante from the book Mama read to us!”

Leon threw back his head and let out a loud roar of laughter. 

Like father, like son, he thought to himself as he pulled his son into another hug.

“Hey!” Leon called to you, extending his hand. “Don't think you're hopping away so fast!”

Joining him in a tight hug, your heart filled with warmth. “I thought you were going to be a vampire,” you whispered in Leon's ear.

“It's a long story, I'll tell you later.” After Leon set the tiny lion cub on the ground, breaking the family hug, his hand searched for yours. “I heard…” he started in a very excited voice, “that there is a haunted maze out in the gardens. Who wants to go?”

“I do, I do!” cried a young voice.

“And you, my bunny?” Leon asked with a smirk. 

“If you're going, I'm going.”

“Hey, what about me?” Jin asked, a small pout forming on his lips.

Leon looked over his older brother for a minute. “ I'm not sure they're letting in any lazy mummies this year…” Leon let Jin stew only a few moments before clapping him on the shoulder with a wide smile. “Lucky for you though, your brother happens to be king.”

Leon led the group to the haunted gardens, his hand still clasped in yours, while Jin and the young prince ran up ahead.

“I was really looking forward to seeing you as a vampire tonight,” you said, trying to mask your disappointment.

“Oh?” 

“Not that this costume doesn't look amazing, but….” you smiled at Leon, “…you know…”

“Know what?”

“Vampires…biting….” you replied, quickly looking away as you felt heat rise to your cheeks.

Leon pulled you closer, so close he could feel that heat as he whispered to you.  “I can always change later. I still have the vampire costume.”

“Let's hurry then,” you said softly, not wanting to be heard by anyone but your husband.

Leon quickened his pace, excited to continue the haunted festivities. His arm wound around your waist as thoughts of what this evening would later bring were already dancing in his head.

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[mooshie-blue]

Enough for me 💕

A sort self insert octonauts fic idfk I don’t want to post this to a03

If you don’t like self insert stuff go away!

Bonnie could never be an Octonaut. They hated traveling, their room was always their safe place. they could never work under pressure either. They didn’t wear the hat or the fancy shirt collar.

They couldn’t drive a car, how would they drive a GUP? They couldn’t work under pressure. They were a coward.

Cooking is all they could really do.

The octonauts had been out to take care of and reunite a baby shark with her family after she got separated.

Bonnie was with the vegimals, planning that night’s dinner. They were chopping up some seaweed and Tominow was at the mixer, humming her little vegimal song. She occasionally looked over, noticing Bonnie’s solemn expression.

since Bonnie joined the crew, all the vegimals, especially Tomminow had taken a liking to them, seeing Bonnie as a sort of Mother figure. Sometimes Tominow called them “Mama”

The little Vegimal looked Bonnie’s direction “Mama?” Asking if they were okay.

Bonnie snapped back to reality and looked at their little friend, her little face was painted with concern “Mama?”

“I’m okay, Tominow, just not feeling it today. Must’ve slept funny.” Bonnie rubbed their totally sore neck and smiled weakly.

Tominow didn’t beleive them, she had been trained to be smarter than that thanks to Shellington and Tunip.

But she knew Bonnie didn’t like talking much about their feelings, especially to someone so young.

Tominow simply sighed sadly and went back to mixing. But she did have an idea in mind.

Soon dinner would be out in the oven and the Octonauts would return.

Tominow sat in the launch bay, waiting for Captain Barnacles because she knew how close he was with Bonnie.

Tweak walked in after getting a call from Barnacles telling her they were on their way back to the octopod. She would be set to open the octo-hatch soon.

“Hey, there Tominow! How’s dinner coming along?” She ruffled Tomminow’s leafy head as she approached the lever and stood by, waiting for orders.

“In da oven!” Tominow replied, she sat beside tweak, lightly kicking her flippers.

“Alright! But don’t tell me what it is, I want to be surprised!” Tweak giggled

Tominow nodded and hummed some more. Eventually, Captain Barnacles called for tweak to open the Octo-Hatch, Then he, Kwazii, Peso and Shellington bought the GUP-A to the top.

“How’d it go? Is Sasha okay?” Tweak asked about the baby shark.

“Oh, yes!” Captain Barnacles climbed out and gently pulled Peso out with him. “She’s fine!” Peso added Her parents were worried but they’re all together again, we made sure they swam off together before coming back!”

“A relief it is!” Shellington followed Peso out and stepped on the dock. Kwazii following close behind.

“That’s good to hear!” Tweak munched on a carrot “Tominow said dinners in the oven right now, it’ll be another 30 or so minutes.”

“In the meantime we should all take it easy, you did a wonderful job today, Octonauts!” Barnacles clasped his hands together “I’m very proud of you!”

“Shucks, Cap’n!” Kwazii chuckled “Hey, Shellington, ya up for a round of ping pong?” Shellington laughed and followed the swashbuckling cat to the rec room. “You’re on!”

Tweak set the GUP A back in its designated spot, Barnacles checking in beside her, after that, Tominow approached him and lightly tugged on his sleeve.

“Hm? What is it Tominow?” The polar bear turned to face her, he knelt down to her level.

“Mama!” Tominow hopped up and down. “Mama sad!”

“Oh, Bonnie’s upset? Do you know why?” He stood up. Tominow shaking her head, she tugged on his paw, urging him to follow.

“Easy now! I’m coming.” He gently settled the worried vegimal as he stood up and followed. They both deeply cared about Bonnie. Barnacles had found them when they were at a low place. They didn’t have a home or a job, really. The octonauts never ever encountered humans. Seeing them was a first. But he was glad he found them.

Bonnie lay quietly in their room. They left the other Vegimals in charge of watching over dinner. They just stared outside, watching the fish go by. It wasn’t uncommon for them to just not do anything. What a burden.

A gentle knock on their door “Darling? It’s me, Tominow told me you aren’t feeling well.”

They couldn’t ever really resist Barnacles helpfulness. No matter how tired or angry they were, something about the small polar bear just broke their walls down. Even just sitting quietly with him was enough to put them at ease.

They stood up and the door opened automatically, they motioned for him to come in, which he did.

They plopped themself down on their bed and lay quietly. Around him they felt more comfortable to just be ‘unpleasant’ just a side of themselves they barely show. The side that was upset and frustrated, the side that felt wasn’t good enough.

Captain Barnacles sat next to them and rubbed their shoulder “What’s wrong, my dear?”

“I’m just so tired of being so useless.” Bonnie sighed and gripped their hair in frustration, Barnacles looking with worry.

“I feel like I’m not doing enough for the team, when the opportunity comes, I just back away like a coward. I just wish I wasn’t so scared all the time.” They sighed. “I don’t feel like I belong here, or anywhere really.”

Captain Barnacles gently stroked their soft hair and moved their bangs out of their eyes noticing them close, trying to hold back tears. He pressed a soft kiss to their forehead.

“Bonnie. It’s scary for anyone to do big things. I have fears myself, y’know. There’s so much out there to be worried about. I can’t say I blame you.”

He ran his paw to their hand and gently grasped it. “But you are just as important as the rest of us. Sometimes we get so busy we don’t have time to prepare meals. So imagine how happy we are when we come back to the octopod to see a warm, delicious meal made by you and the Vegimals.” Bonnie looked at him and noticed that warm smile on muzzle.

“You don’t have to go out and bandage up wounds or take big risks to reunite a shark with their families. Not yet, anyway. When your time comes, I’ll be happy to help you every step of the way. That’s my job as the Captain, I must be patient with everyone and their needs, and that includes you.”

He looked up at them, sincerity written all over him. “So please be patient with yourself. There’s no need to rush out into something you don’t believe you’re ready for.”

Bonnie nodded and held his paw “Thank you, bear..” they took his hat off and kissed the top of his head. Barnacles letting out a soft chuckle in response. his reactions to their affection were always so charming, He himself was just.. charming.

“I’ll always be there, Bonnie. No matter how small you think your problems are, I’ll help you.” He stroked their hair.

Bonnie sat up and hugged their little bear close. “I love you, Barnacles.” They whispered. “Oh I love you too, Dear. Do you want me to stay?”

Bonnie nodded “Yes, please.” They held him closer and lay down, bringing him down with them in their embrace. “You’re so sweet, snowball.”

“All for you, my dear.” He held their cheek and kissed their lips. Bonnie gently tugged his shirt collar and kissed him right back.

They both lay in complete, comfortable silence, exchanging sweet kisses as they waited for dinner.

[s-aint-elmo]

digging out the eah content i created in a frenzy during last year’s summer of obsession part 1: my personal sapphic multishipping guide (created to explain to my friends which of these dolls i think should hold hands)

(more in-depth discussion of the ships below the cut)

the polycule that will take over ever after

kitty/lizzie; kitty/maddie; maddie/lizzie

self-explanatory. frequently purchased together do not separate. bonus shoutout to maddie canonically giving kitty a little kissie on the cheek and getting off scot-free in the books though. a wonderlandiful world was a banquet to me

cedar protection squad

once again a wonderlandiful world and once upon a time i owe you my life. kitty ESP being so adamant abt not giving a shit then turning around and fucking up those boys who were mean to cedar...... i love friendship

kitty/cerise

also self-explanatory. she was a catgirl she was a wolfgirl can i make it anymore obvious. also doribuki’s phenomenal fake dating fanfic....... transformative foundational transcendental

cerise/raven

YOU MUST UNDERSTAND. i entered eah a rapple shipper and exited the book series ready to burn at the stake for cerise/raven. book two was SO MUCH. it had everything. raven befriending cerise despite her attempts to isolate herself. texting in class. winking at each other. raven meeting the parents and hearing embarrassing baby cerise stories. cerise putting it all on the line to save raven. i’m ambivalent about shadow high but cerise gets literally one (1) mention and it’s in raven’s internal monologue wherein she equates cerise’s hood w feelings of warmth and safety. like how was that in any way necessary. i rest my case 

raven & maddie

self-explanatory as well. dabesties. the ride or dies. it means so much to me that raven always has a friend in maddie no matter how many clowns and jokers (derogatory) treat her like the antichrist. maddie the character ever

raven/apple

WHAT IT SAYS ON THE TIN. the gelphie dynamic is a classic and i am EXTREMELY vulnerable to it. they are THE ship and i will pay my respects to the end of time. i am a big fan of how they trade their roles throughout the franchise and how rich the drama and history are between them. it’s pure fucking poetry.

raven/darling

TBH. a serve. the only thing juicier than evil queen/damsel in distress is evil queen/princess charming. big big fan of darling giving raven the five star princess treatment after a lifetime of being feared and shunned and vilified. equally big fan of raven’s momentous act of rebellion giving darling the courage to be true to herself. ALSO. the absolute archetype-subversion slay of the Pure-Hearted Hero(TM) confronting the Mistress of Evil(TM) and dropping their sword. looking through the smoke and mirrors and the will of Fate itself to see the girl who has wanted nothing but to be kind beneath. swearing their heart and soul and sword to the one true good they have found. picture it. i can almost see the 100-word drabble

raven/apple/darling

now THIS is just THE fairytale couple. the evil queen, the damsel in distress and the princess charming ALL holding hands and riding off into the sunset together. dappling on its own doesn’t do it for me but raven in the mix just makes everything gel perfectly. she’s the tomato in the ratatouille the cornstarch in the spring roll water, etc etc

darling/holly

this is one of those ships where i read a really convincing fic and the more i thought of it the more it just made sense. like they'd read swashbucklers and tales of courtly love together. holly would 100% write a darling placeholder in her self-insert romance fanfic pre-relationship as a way to express her feelings. darling would 100% find out and gently pull her out of the pit of sheer mortification she drilled into the ground to escape. also the height difference is a thing of beauty

safe from the polycule

duchess/poppy

they have one singular episode to their name and it was enough. it was Everything. the dynamic you can extrapolate from that one single interaction is so incredibly appealing to me. duchess’s bitchiness belied by her palpable air of vulnerability coming up against poppy’s spine of steel tempered by her skill in gaining perspective. poppy can challenge duchess into being a better person and duchess can be poppy’s character flaw like idk she just has shit taste in women that was the price she had to pay to be moisturized and unbothered by destiny. i just think they have the potential to be the unexpected, inexplicable power couple of eah

briar/faybelle

do i even need to say anything they had a whole movie to make their case. they’re rapple if rapple got their shit together before armageddon, with the bonus of a potential curse-breaking true love’s kiss for the fanfic authors to thrash between their teeth. truly unlimited. also unlike rapple where raven is 100% against being a villain and therefore it’s apple who has to do the mental gymnastics to open herself to the possibility of a relationship w raven, faybelle is just chomping at the bit to make her momma proud and presents a compelling perspective for the whole “falling in love w your fated nemesis” thing

blondie/cupid

they are icons, they are legends, and they ARE the moment. these two are so chaotic individually, what with blondie’s criminal skillset and habit of menacing innocent woodland creatures and cupid’s matchmaking powers combined w her shitty aim, that putting them together can only mean good things. there’s this whole element of their shared passion as public figures who at their best seek the truth and guide others through matters of the heart respectively that’s always interesting as a point of irony/obstacle when they start catching feelings and have to decide what to do with them. their joint youtuber/podcaster slay can level nations