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w1zard0foz · 6 months

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The way people are reacting to the season finale of ofmd is seriously making me consider leaving the fandom which sucks because I’ve met a lot of great people through this show. I love ofmd and I always will. This show means so much to me and I know it does to a lot of other people as well, but some of you are acting ridiculous right now.

This is in no way an endorsement of the hate Izzy has also been receiving. The whole “who abused who thing” when it comes to Izzy and Ed is a topic for another time and i can tell you now the answer is both of them and neither of them at the same time.

Character death is not an uncommon plot point for any show, not even a comedy series. I just can’t help but some people are taking this a little bit too far. Was izzy’s death tragic? Absolutely, I am not trying to argue that. I would love for him to be alive, really. I know some of you will just write this off as me not caring as about him as you do, but this goes for any character- in any show.

I have watched a lot of TV and movies. I have experienced my fair share of major character death- and even just minor characters that I really love. I know it hurts a lot, but don’t attack the writers over it. the cast and crew worked hard to create this season for you. You think this show means something to you? I promise you that it means just as much, if not more, to them. They poured their hearts into this season. I know it seemed rushed, but we knew the budget was tight. That’s the whole reason that they were in New Zealand in the first place. I wish that they had split the last two episodes into three or four episodes, but I would rather a rushed season than no season at all.

I don’t know about the rest of you, but to me, a show is more than just the plot. It’s the actors, and more specifically, their acting. When something like major character death happens you get to really see how good of an actor someone is. A big part of the reason this death hurt so much was because of Con and Taika’s incredible performance. The emotion and depth that the entire cast put into their performance this season more than makes up for any issues I have with the overall plot. Maybe I’m just a masochistic person, but if a show doesn’t have moments like these, I’m not really interested in watching it.

I’ve been seeing a lot of people complaining that the other characters got over Izzy’s death too quickly, but frankly, we don’t know how much time passed between Izzy’s death and the Lupete wedding. They could have been mourning for weeks or even months before they had the wedding. Honestly, even if they happened only a few days apart, it’s not the weirdest thing. The death of a loved one can have different effects on different people. Perhaps Lucius and Pete decided that after seeing someone the loved die, they didn’t want to waste any of the time they still had together. We also don’t know how much time went into Stede’s decision to leave the Revenge. We didn’t get to see the tearful goodbyes, but that doesn’t mean they didn’t happen.

I don’t know about they rest of the fandom, but I loved this season. It makes me sad to see how many people are hating on the show right now because of Izzy’s death. I’ve been seeing an alarming amount of people calling his death the “bury your gays” trope. That is not at all what happened here. That term is used to refer to when a queer character is killed because they were queer. Not every queer character death falls into this category, especially not Izzy’s. His death had absolutely nothing to do with him being queer. In order to reach that conclusion, you would have to ignore the fact that the representation in this show is some of the best we’ve ever had and the fact that you couldn’t throw a dart blindfolded without hitting a queer character. I’ve also seen people calling his death queerbaiting and I just can’t see why people would think that other than that they really don’t understand what that word means.

Anyway, if you are unhappy with the way this season of ofmd unfolded, might I suggest Ao3 as a coping mechanism?

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lady-divine-writes · 2 years

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Our Flag Means Death - “Wearing Fine Things Well” (Rated M)

Summary: Stede owns a corset. Not just a plain old foundation garment, but an honest to God silk-and-whalebone corset. He doesn't know how Ed would react to ever seeing him wear it.

He's about to find out. (1135 words)

Notes: I don't know how many of these I'm going to write for them, but this one wouldn't leave me alone. I hope you enjoy it :) Story assumes that Stede and Ed reunite with a happily ever after (for the most part) and that Lucius is alive and well. Written for the end season one but before the airing of season two so this could be moot soon XD

Read on AO3.

Stede owns a corset.

That's not entirely surprising. Plenty of fashionable gentlemen wore corsets. Discreetly, of course. Nothing wrong with giving the old figure a boost. Smooth the silhouette. But Stede imagines most men don't own a corset like his. (Though, honestly, he doesn't know for certain. He doesn't make a habit of asking his colleagues and acquaintances about their undergarments, thus exposing himself to ridicule in more ways than one, but that's not the point...)

Stede owns a fabulous, painstakingly-crafted, long-waisted, expensive, blood-red corset made of whalebone, embroidered silk, and trimmed in white leather. No one knows he owns it save the man who made it for him, and Stede gave him a generous sum to keep quiet.

Stede's other corsets are merely foundation garments. He has a half dozen or so of those. This red corset started life as a foundation garment as well. But when Stede visited his tailor to pick it up and saw the finished product, his heart twisted with disappointment.

How plain it looked! How drab! How utilitarian! None of those things bothered him before, but, for some reason, they did now. No one was likely to see this new corset on his person. Not even his wife. But still. He needed it to be more.

More elegant.

More opulent.

More him.

It turned out better than he could have dreamed... even if wearing it outside his study terrified him.

He hadn't brought it with him the first time he left home but grabbed it the second time around, shoving it in his sack with his provisions. It definitely hadn't been the time to think about it, so he wasn't sure why he'd grabbed it. Perhaps, somewhere in his subconscious, he felt this new Stede would make use of it.

Ed catches sight of it one day, hanging in Stede's wardrobe alongside his waistcoats, and Stede's soul leaves his body.

"Was this Mary's?" Ed sneers, reluctant to touch it if it was. He has nothing against Mary. She's part of the reason Stede was able to come back to him. Should he ever get the chance, he fully intends on giving her his sincerest gratitude. But the thought that Stede snatched something of hers on his way out to remember her by burns him.

Especially something as scintillating as this.

Ed has discovered he has a possessive streak where Stede is concerned.

It's jagged like a wound and runs deep, hitting all the important bits.

"Uh... yes. Yes, it was," Stede says, fussing to put the corset back in place while simultaneously ushering Ed out until he can figure out a better place to hide it.

"It's lovely," Ed grumbles, Stede's eagerness to see him gone cementing his fears.

"It is," Stede agrees, heart hammering in his chest. "But how on earth did that get there? I must send it back as soon as I am able. She'll be missing it..."

From time to time, Stede sneaks into his auxiliary wardrobe and tries it on. He has yet to find the courage to wear it in front of anyone... except Lucius, whom he'd bribed into helping him tie it properly.

Stede has the utmost confidence that man can keep a secret.

Maybe he could ease into wearing it, Stede thinks as he looks down his body, smoothing the sides with the flats of his palms. It is a foundation garment, after all. He should get his money's worth, wear it underneath his clothes.

The idea behind wearing it in public is made all the more exciting by the thought of Ed seeing him in it. But how might that go? Stede knows Ed to be a rough and tumble man who appreciates a fine fabric, but could this corset go beyond the pale for him?

Stede just got Ed back. It was the hardest-fought battle of his life. He can't lose him, not over something as frivolous as this.

"Stede! Hey Stede!"

Stede's hands freeze above the swell of his hips when he hears Ed's voice, his heavy footsteps heading his way.

"Did you get lost in there, Stede?"

Oh no! Stede reaches behind him frantically for the corset ties. He grabs them, gives them a tug, but they're secured too tightly.

Dammit, Lucius! There was no need to knot it! I'm not ready to be seen! Not yet!

"Don't you worry, mate," an oblivious Ed announces after no reply. "I'll help you out."

"No!" Stede squeaks, pulling with all his might till he fears he might tear the fabric. "No need! I'll just be a moment! There is absolutely no need for you to..."

Before Stede can voice a firmer objection, the entrance to the wardrobe swings open, and Ed strolls in.

He stops in his tracks the instant he lays eyes on Stede.

The two men stare at one another, both stiff as solid stone, before Stede starts with, "I can explain..."

"Ex-explain?" Ed's eyes widen. His easy-going smile drops. His arms, hanging at his sides, tense, his hands curling into fists.

Stede swallows hard enough to steal every drop of moisture away and make his throat ache.

"Yes. But, please... give me a second... to change..." Stede turns to duck out of view, hide among his summer linens until he can put on something more appropriate, but Ed rushes forward and catches his arm.

"What... what is this?" he asks in a soft, dangerous voice.

"This? Oh..." Stede's voice shakes when he answers, and he finds he has lost control of tone and pitch. His eyes search for anything to land on so he doesn't have to see the expression in Ed's. But Ed's confusion with a hint of wonder mixed in so fascinate Stede, he can't help but stare. "It's nothing. A foundation garment at heart, with a few embellishments here and there. You know, to liven it up."

"I thought you said it was Mary's." Ed's voice grates inside Stede's ears, sending shivers up his spine.

"That may have been a bit of an untruth. But only a tiny one. I didn't want you to..."

"Shhh..." Ed puts a finger to Stede's lips and shakes his head. Ed's shushing stills the breath in Stede's lungs, the blood in his veins. He could no more command himself to speak at this moment than he could force himself to fly.

With trembling fingers, Ed reaches for him, for that glorious creation of damask and bone. He only dares touch it with the tips, paving a path between the embroidery. "Stede..."

Stede shivers at Ed's closeness, his delicate caress, the hungry look in his eyes. "Y-yes, Ed?"

Ed licks his lips, smiling as if the greatest treasure in the world has been laid out before him, free for his taking. "Oh, Stede... you wear fine things well..."

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