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#watch for the rocks (stede @lighthousepyrate)
fxckin-blackbeard · 3 months
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@lighthousepyrate || Cont. X ||
ᒥ🫀ᒧ—         A brow raises and he grins watching Stede's expression. Every little twitch was intriguing, something stirs within Edward that he can't quite describe. "Ya cute, mate," He chuckles, reaching his hand up to caress the blonde's cheek lovingly. Part of him wants to see the cute expression again, but he feels uncomfortable by the underlying reason why he found it so fond.
"Couldn't help m'self. 'Specially not when ya make such a cute expression like that."
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fxckin-blackbeard · 6 months
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ᒥ💀ᒧ—         My Edward is Canon Divergent, but not in the way you think. He still goes mad and makes the manic decision to get himself killed. Instead of sailing into a storm and threatening to blow the mast down, he decides the crew will be raiding a full on British Naval warship. It goes better than expected, they manage to sink the warship...Edward is shot (not fatally), nearly drowned, but is saved by Stede. (@lighthousepyrate) We thought it would be more poetic for Stede to save Ed to mirror when Ed had saved Stede at the start of season 1.
He was still the Kraken and an absolute scumbag to his crew beforehand, the end of his madness arc is just modified.
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fxckin-blackbeard · 6 months
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ᒥ💀ᒧ—         An Ed inspired stick n poke tattoo, with a its own meaning. Its the constellation Serpen Caput, one in the sky during the day I proposed to @lighthousepyrate ♡♡♡
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fxckin-blackbeard · 4 months
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@lighthousepyrate || Cont. X ||
ᒥ🫀ᒧ—         He finishes the last line with the colored ink, drawing the last little brick detail. "Finished," He leans back to admire the sketch himself. He likes how it fits on Stede's arm, the placement was perfect. Now, time to wait for the ink to dry, he helps the process along by gently flapping his hand over the spot.
"Oh, Ed..."
Edward looks up, smiling. Just as he's about to ask how it looks, Stede says its 'beautiful' and pulls him in for a kiss. Ed is careful to not smudge the still drying ink on Stede's arm as his own hand comes up to settle on the nape of the other man's neck, combing lighting through blonde hair.
He then pulls away after a moment, moving to the small trinket box of inks, needles, alcohol, and cloths. He begins to wrap three needles together. "You won't wanna kiss me after the next part, mate. The bicep doesn't hurt the worst, but it still hurts."
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fxckin-blackbeard · 4 months
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✒ - Stars!
Send me ✒ (or PEN if you can't see the emoji) and Edward (me) will draw your muse a tattoo design.
ᒥ🫀ᒧ—         Edward taps the quill to his lips, looking over the piece of parchment carefully. He flips it around a couple time, held it away, tried to look at it from every angle. Hours had passed since he started, but finally, he's finished.
"Awright, mate, I think I'm done!" He stands from the bed and walks over to the love seat. He then presents Stede with the sketch he's done for a tattoo.
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fxckin-blackbeard · 6 months
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@lighthousepyrate || Continued from here - || X ||
ᒥ🐙ᒧ—        He sucks in a breath, feeling the burning pain of a bullet passing through his abdomen. Shot. Edward, shocked by the feeling overwhelming him stumbles back. This is what you wanted...Wasn't it? He hits the railing of the ship and falls over into the water below that swirled with a sinking naval ship. He was free of the misery, finally, right? Death called to him, a line wraps around his ankle, his wrist dragging him down with the warship that sunk.
This is the end, this is what you wanted...Water fills his lungs, it burns like the gunshot, and he struggles and sucks in more as he fought for air. Why are you fighting it? This is it, the end of your misery... Yet, its in that moment as sea water fills his lungs that he sees one image flash in his mind. Stede smiling. Not even in his death would he be spared of the heart ache, picturing what could have been had he been able to escape it as they had planned.
More images flash through his mind, his final moments. It was his life, and it left him feeling distraught, as the life he had lived was nothing but endless pain. Unlovable, scum, a monster...He see flashes of the night he strangled his father, turning him into the very thing he sought to destroy. His time on Hornigold's ship where he was whipped to the point of bleeding should he so much as look at his captain wrong. And then he sees flashes of his own treatment of his crew, where they walked on eggshells around him as he spiraled further and further into madness. He became the monster those men were, he was no better.
You deserve this, this is what you need...
Brown eyes, as his vision begins to grow fuzzy, focuses on something swimming towards him. He can't make out what it is until it comes close. Stede...One last glimpse of his beautiful face before he falls unconscious. Everything goes dark, and Edward falls limp.
When dragged aboard the Revenge, he's not conscious, but manages to sputter up the water that had filled his lungs. He wouldn't wake for three days, not even as Stede spoke to him, shook him, cared for him. This first day came the onset of the fever, infection of the gunshot wound inevitable with the disastrous state of the ship. The second day came the terrible wheezing of his breathing. The third day he finally woke, a violent fit of coughing being the first thing to fill his first moments returning to the lucid world.
Edward dare not move, looking around with confusion at the captain quarters of the revenge...His lungs burn, as though there was still salt water filling them. He can barely take a breath without more coughing overtaking him.
"...Wha..." He rasps, unable to get his bearings with a fevered mind plaguing him.
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fxckin-blackbeard · 4 months
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🍺+ What is your favourite constellation?
Send 🍺+ a question and my muse will answer drunk!
ᒥ🫀ᒧ—         "Ah, fuck...Uh," He rubs at his chin as he looks up to the stars. Well, and takes another swig of his brandy. "I'd have to say...The Lil' Dipper. S'got Polaris and it's important for navigating n'stuff."
Edward shrugs some. "Or maybe...Crux? Nah, Taurus? M'not sure, I have too many that I like." He couldn't decide, he had many tattooed on himself with different meanings and memories, he cherished them all. "I just like stars, I guess, mate. No one favorite."
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fxckin-blackbeard · 5 months
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'You ate half of my gingerbread house!'
ᒥ🎸ᒧ—       Edward pauses chewing, looking at Stede with wide eyes having been caught. The evening had been filled with Christmas movies and Gingerbread House making, but Ed could only resist his sweet tooth for so long. His own that he had made was only crumbs, now he had moved on to Stede's.
"It was tasty...?" He smiles sheepishly. He takes a cup of milk and hold's it up. "Look," He takes a Gingerbread Man, and begins to dunk it in the milk. "Ahhh! No! Don--Glug Glugg! D-Don't eat me--Glug!" He makes a funny voice while dunking the cookie, speaking as the cookie. Then he takes a bite of the legs, "Ahhh! My fuckin' legs! You monster--My legs!! Pl-please I have a wife and k-kids--" He speaks while chewing, his words slightly muffled. And then he chomps the head off the cookie.
Edward has to try not to choke on the cookie as he laughs. "See? Fun." He was trying to distract from the fact he was actively eating all the gingerbread by making a game out of it. His hope? Stede would find him too cute to scold him.
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fxckin-blackbeard · 6 months
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❛  have i ever told you how beautiful you look in the glow of the moonlight?  ❜
ᒥ🫀ᒧ—         The look he gives Stede is sad, embarrassed, and delighted all at once. Those warm brown eyes swirl with the many emotions he feels hearing such a thing. Edward didn't think of himself as beautiful, inside or out. But for Stede to say something so willingly in the moment makes his heart swell.
"No, mate, I...I don't think anyone ever has." Edward leans lose to Stede, bumping his shoulder lovingly against the other man's. His heart quickens, and as love fills his eyes he leans in closer and loser to Bonnet. He looks to Stede's lips, then back into his eyes, silently asking for what he wanted.
"But, I don't not like hearing it, especially comin' from you, I have to say..." The moon was high in the sky above them on deck, and he thinks back to the many times before they shared similar moments. The moon seemed to bring out their true, raw, vulnerable selves. Or, at least, that was how Edward felt. Exposed, but not opposed when it was shared with this man. Seen.
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fxckin-blackbeard · 6 months
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Redemption!Edward: I'm gonna be a better man now, I can do it. Stede: Redemption!Edward: Evil again.
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fxckin-blackbeard · 2 years
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"Close your eyes and hold out your hands," he instructs, waiting for Ed to comply. The click of his heels crossed the room and returned, pace quick and enthusiastic as his tone. A smooth, wooden box is placed into the waiting hold. An intricate pattern stained into the wood of the lid, golden latch and hinges glinting in the firelight.
ᒥ☠ᒧ—         Had it been anyone besides Stede that asked, Edward wouldn't had so readily done as instructed. It was all the fun the last few weeks, a trust was built between them that Edward struggled to find anyone else in his life to compare it to. He can hardly hide his excitement no thanks to the wild grin splayed out on his face.
Once the box is in his hands, he opens his eyes and looks at it curiously. What a fancy little box is his first thought. "Wow! Fancy! What raid did you nab this in?" He gives it a little look over, trying to figure out it's origins.
"Is there something in it? Something cool~?" Already in a rush, he's flicking open the latch to open the box and have a look inside.
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fxckin-blackbeard · 2 years
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"There we are, all done," he says, tying off the end of the braid. "Should help with the tangles."
ᒥ🐙ᒧ—         Brushing his hair never started off well, Edward had mattes nearly the size of his fist hidden within his hair. And even if they brushed one section three times over they'd still find new tangles that he swore shouldn't possibly be there! Stede's gentle touch and kind patience made the process far more enjoyable than when he ever made the mistake of letting Izzy get at his hair with a brush, however. Doing his hair for the fancy party almost led to an actual brawl between the two men...
When they seemed to tame his silvery-black curls enough, Stede offered an interesting little tip. No drug he smoked, snorted, huffed could compare to the euphoria that rushes through him when Stede's fingers begin to comb through his hair, twisting it around, sectioning, and braiding carefully. Tension in his shoulders fades and he's silent, as if caught in some kind of relaxed trance. Finally, when Stede is finished Ed snaps out of his slight daze.
And then,, Edward melts back against the other, more interested in twisting around and showering gentle, sweet pecks over Stede's bearded features. Blond facial hair ticked Edward's stubble-covered jawline and he adored every second, but he can't keep the kissing up forever.
As he settles down, nestling his features into the crook of Stede's neck, Edward chuckles happily and speaks, "You’re a lifesaver, ya'know? Having manageable hair? It's gonna be incredible!" Edward's new journey, together with Stede, saw him once again having a go at living a less...unhealthy lifestyle. He was actually excited to wake up the next day and get ready. Hygiene things get done, you wear new clothes, healthy stuff!
"It's so fuckin' fussy and fickle, m'hair." He snags the long braid to examine it some as he spoke. "Its impossible with the tangling to keep up with it...Too much work. Well, not anymore, thanks to you, mate." He wiggles some, shuffling closer to Stede.
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fxckin-blackbeard · 2 years
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Edward: [Kills Stede--Straight stabs him, on purpose, with murderous intent]
Stede: [Dies]
Edward: WaiT NO!! YOU WEREN'T SUPPOSED TO DIE!
@lighthousepyrate
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fxckin-blackbeard · 2 years
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|| What Love Do You Embody? || x ||
|| Love as tenderness ||
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ᒥ☠ᒧ—         [ love as gentleness after a lifetime of cruelty ] when ocean vuong said "sometimes being offered tenderness feels like the proof that you've been ruined" and when pablo neruda said "like a jar you housed the infinite tenderness and the infinite oblivion shattered you like a jar" and when anais mitchell wrote "all i've ever known is how to hold my own, and now i wanna hold you, too"
Tagged by: @heyseadog
Tagging: @lighthousepyrate @swallowsandamazons @izzyeffinhands @bootylucius
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fxckin-blackbeard · 2 years
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‘ i agree - you could do much better, trust me ’
ᒥ⚓ᒧ—         His brows knit down into a frown and he glances towards the blonde man. The expression mixed into his face something between betrayal and shame. Edward carefully holds the small, inaccurate ship model he had been diligently constructing close to his chest in a protective manner. Just as he opens his mouth to voice his offense on that comment, Edward is quick enough to notice something...off with Stede.
Downcast gaze, a smile that didn't seem to light up his beautiful hazel hues--Somber and sad. Something was wrong, and Edward was going to figure it out.
"I...was talkin' about the model, mate," Ed begins, his hurt expression quick to fade into something more curious and gentle. "But, you aren't...Yea?" Or, it didn't seem very much like he was.
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fxckin-blackbeard · 2 years
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🍺
ᒥ☠ᒧ—         ...Silent. He's silent from GUILT, his expression giving away what he was fighting back to admit. "...I was smokin' in yer office..." Already off to a bad start. "And...We may have lost a book to a stray ash..." It gets better. "...Two months ago..." Ah, there it was.
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