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Watch your language! Now that the auction is over and your mods have slept for a week, we'd like to remind you to be mindful of how you talk about FTH when posting your completed fanworks to AO3. Commercial promotion is....

Hey, did you know that you can't mention DONATIONS on AO3? More details and further reminders in our tumblr post on avoiding "commercial" language. Don't sleep on this one, the life you save could be your own!

1 week ago 112 90 2 3
#fandommarket raised
$78,632
for the american immigration council!

178 crafters
9 mods
5 shipping hubs
977 listings
2357 sold items
583 donors
one incredible community!

#fandommarket raised $78,632 for the american immigration council! 178 crafters 9 mods 5 shipping hubs 977 listings 2357 sold items 583 donors one incredible community!

Hey #fandommarket: we did it again. We turned our art into REAL CHANGE.

Thank you @immcouncil.org for all you do—we are glad we could support your incredible work!

Packages are flying around the world as we speak... and keep an eye on this account for info on next year!

1 week ago 224 108 11 13

Scraping in very late for #OFMD #TakeTwoTuesday with Goody Two Shoes, my canon-divergent co-captains era smut. It's very silly, kinda hot & one of my favourites. I had great fun writing it to @gildecage.bsky.social prompt for @ofmdaction.bsky.social. 24k, E rated.

archiveofourown.org/works/59588170

3 weeks ago 12 8 0 2

Late again! For #OFMD #TakeTwoTuesday, here's another @ofmdaction.bsky.social fic, with art by the wonderful @lumiilys.bsky.social

Reminder: Dinner date (?!) with Edward Teach (tbc)

Gentlebeard, T-rated, 3.2k.

This one is a little bite of something sweet to enjoy just post-Valentine's Day.

2 months ago 9 4 2 2
fandom Craft Market
benefitting
AIC: the American Immigration Council

fandom Craft Market benefitting AIC: the American Immigration Council

Who’s ready for….

THE OFMD FANDOM CRAFT MARKET?

Running March 5 through March 21, we’ll be raising money for the amazing @immcouncil.org!

2 months ago 232 173 11 23

This #OFMD #TakeTwoTuesday, I'm offering up Seasalt in Her Hair, a canon-era Alma POV of her own journey to the sea after Stede disappears. Written from prompt by Harriet_Ed for @ofmdaction.bsky.social

archiveofourown.org/works/57454675

2 months ago 8 6 0 0

New handle, new ideas.... watch this space 💪💙🏴‍☠️

2 months ago 136 33 9 5
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ICE OUT Creator Signs are open until Jan. 30th! Please join us in facing off against fascism!

Details in carrd: iceouthr.carrd.co
Sign up form: docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1F...

3 months ago 18 17 0 6
Heated Rivalry ICE OUT promo image: Fandom Fundraiser to support Immigrant Communities

Heated Rivalry ICE OUT promo image: Fandom Fundraiser to support Immigrant Communities

Heated Rivalry ICE OUT promo image: Love in, ICE OUT; Creator Signups Open; image displays Ilya licking the side of Shane's face and Shane with  his tongue poking out of the side of his mouth, pointed towards Ilya.  They both wear their national team uniforms.

Heated Rivalry ICE OUT promo image: Love in, ICE OUT; Creator Signups Open; image displays Ilya licking the side of Shane's face and Shane with his tongue poking out of the side of his mouth, pointed towards Ilya. They both wear their national team uniforms.

Announcing 🏒 ICE OUT 🧊, a Heated Rivalry fandom fundraiser to support immigrant communities in the US and denounce fascism 🔥. Donate and receive an HR fanwork! Creator signups are open NOW until 1/30. 🔗 Details in th carrd: iceouthr.carrd.co

#heatedrivalry #hollanov #fandom

3 months ago 105 85 1 8
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This week's #OFMD #TakeTwoTuesday is in honour of #OFMDRoachWeek

There's Always Something Happening

Roach moves into a new neighbourhood, receives a welcome basket & meets his neighbours.

Originally written for @ofmdaction.bsky.social & @alexis44.bsky.social

archiveofourown.org/works/62929033

3 months ago 12 9 1 2

Feb - Another @ofmdaction.bsky.social prompt, There's Always Something Happening is Roach POV with some more found family vibes. Featuring the neighbourhood I wish I could move to. T-rated, 9k. archiveofourown.org/works/62929033

3 months ago 5 1 2 0

Still in Jan, the next fic of the year was inspired by an extant prompt from @ofmdaction.bsky.social

Crew! Assemble! Fang Needs Help. Told entirely through text messages, a little ode to OFMD found family vibes. T-rated, 1.7k. archiveofourown.org/works/62455021

(In June I made art for this fic.)

3 months ago 5 1 2 0

Friends who aren’t OFMD folks: I would LOVE to have you participate in @ofmd-postcards.bsky.social !! We want to be able to reach beyond fandom with this fundraiser and need your beautiful work!!

(5x7” postcard art! See thread for details! Email at ywmlp.ofmd at gmail!)

9 months ago 34 19 2 0

Calling all artists for a new fundraiser project!

From the team that brought you #ofmdCraftFair... it's time for You Wrote Me A Lovely Postcard ( #YWMLP )!

We're looking for folks to make 5x7" postcard art to raise money for The Young Center for Immigrant Children’s Rights.

🧵🔽 for details!

9 months ago 171 128 3 25
An Illustration of Ed teach and Stede Bonnet from Our Flag Means Death, based on a scene in the SMAU 'The Houseshare' by Happydaiz. Ed and Stede are shown crouching in a bush, Stede on the left looking at Ed with a slightly embarrassed look on his face, and Ed on the right looking at Stede with his finger to his lips to shh him. Stede is wearing a off white shirt, and Ed is in his black leather jacket with his hair down. There are pink hydrangeas above both of them.

An Illustration of Ed teach and Stede Bonnet from Our Flag Means Death, based on a scene in the SMAU 'The Houseshare' by Happydaiz. Ed and Stede are shown crouching in a bush, Stede on the left looking at Ed with a slightly embarrassed look on his face, and Ed on the right looking at Stede with his finger to his lips to shh him. Stede is wearing a off white shirt, and Ed is in his black leather jacket with his hair down. There are pink hydrangeas above both of them.

art from last year for Alx_44 on twitter (not sure if they are on bluesky) for their ofmdaction prompt! 🩷 this is a very sweet scene from the smau 'the houseshare' by @happydaiz.bsky.social
🌸🌸🌸
#ofmdfanart #ourflagmeansdeath #gentlebeard

9 months ago 131 35 3 0

So excited for this project #ourflagmeansdeath has made so many positive things happen for so many in this community and sharing the stories is something I think will add more beauty to this world. Please submit your stories if you want to share them. #ofmd

9 months ago 11 10 0 0
A drawing of the crew of Our Flag Means Death, in a modern AU. There are also dogs in the drawing - Stede, Ed, Fang and Archie are holding unnamed puppies. Wee John and Izzy (who is sitting on Wee John's lap) are holding Miracle Max, a now-three-legged Pomeranian. There's a Great Dane - Fezzik - standing between Archie and Izzy. The style owes a lot to Mint and Ollie.

A drawing of the crew of Our Flag Means Death, in a modern AU. There are also dogs in the drawing - Stede, Ed, Fang and Archie are holding unnamed puppies. Wee John and Izzy (who is sitting on Wee John's lap) are holding Miracle Max, a now-three-legged Pomeranian. There's a Great Dane - Fezzik - standing between Archie and Izzy. The style owes a lot to Mint and Ollie.

In January I wrote a fic for a @ofmdaction.bsky.social prompt from @alexis44.bsky.social - Crew! Assemble! Fang Needs Our Help. archiveofourown.org/works/62455021
There was also an art prompt to illustrate the fic, which I've now done.

(Miracle Max is the Pomeranian on Wee John & Izzy's laps.)

10 months ago 30 7 2 0
Digital Painting of Stede topping Ed, doggystyle. Perspective is sideview. Stede is leaning forward, his head is on Ed's shoulder. He's gripping Ed's chin with the hand away from the camera with his pointer finger in Ed's mouth. Lighting is dim with reddish shadows and bluish highlights. Both their eyes are closed. Ed's check is flushed. There are some motion lines in the pelvic area to signify thrusting and some shaky ones along Ed's arm/forhead to signify a tremble. The hair and Ed's tattoos are still quite sketchy. There's 'WIP' (I.e. work in progress) written in the background along Stede's back.

Digital Painting of Stede topping Ed, doggystyle. Perspective is sideview. Stede is leaning forward, his head is on Ed's shoulder. He's gripping Ed's chin with the hand away from the camera with his pointer finger in Ed's mouth. Lighting is dim with reddish shadows and bluish highlights. Both their eyes are closed. Ed's check is flushed. There are some motion lines in the pelvic area to signify thrusting and some shaky ones along Ed's arm/forhead to signify a tremble. The hair and Ed's tattoos are still quite sketchy. There's 'WIP' (I.e. work in progress) written in the background along Stede's back.

#wipwednesday working on a @ofmdaction.bsky.social prompt for @dideveryonegetcake.bsky.social and using the opportunity to try out some weird color palette/lighting stuff.

[Prompt was 'Stede topping Ed with his fingers in Ed's mouth']
#ofmdnsfw #GentleBeard

10 months ago 34 9 3 0
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    There was a “Welcome to the Neighbourhood!” basket sitting on the front doorstep of Roach’s new place, on top of a new welcome mat that Roach hadn’t owned ten minutes ago. He’d been expecting something like it after the interviews with the neighbourhood reps - not an HOA, but not not an HOA, so far as he could tell. The strawberry-blonde one - Roach couldn't remember either of their names right now - especially seemed like he would go in for making anything into a celebration.

    And that was really lovely and friendly and all of that shit. Good news about the neighbourhood, boded well for making friends with his neighbours, as he’d hoped.

    But, right now, Roach wished like fuck that the cute-as-shit basket from the Neighbourhood Not-HOA wasn’t there, huge and packed to the gills Not when he was staggering under the weight of one end of an eight-foot long butcher block kitchen counter and the basket - which he could swear hadn’t been there when he’d opened the front door earlier - was in his way.

There was a “Welcome to the Neighbourhood!” basket sitting on the front doorstep of Roach’s new place, on top of a new welcome mat that Roach hadn’t owned ten minutes ago. He’d been expecting something like it after the interviews with the neighbourhood reps - not an HOA, but not not an HOA, so far as he could tell. The strawberry-blonde one - Roach couldn't remember either of their names right now - especially seemed like he would go in for making anything into a celebration. And that was really lovely and friendly and all of that shit. Good news about the neighbourhood, boded well for making friends with his neighbours, as he’d hoped. But, right now, Roach wished like fuck that the cute-as-shit basket from the Neighbourhood Not-HOA wasn’t there, huge and packed to the gills Not when he was staggering under the weight of one end of an eight-foot long butcher block kitchen counter and the basket - which he could swear hadn’t been there when he’d opened the front door earlier - was in his way.

A03 rating and tags page for the fic.

A03 rating and tags page for the fic.

Today's #OFMD #TakeTwoTuesday is There's Always Something Happening, another fic I wrote for a @ofmdaction.bsky.social prompt for @alexis44.bsky.social. Roach moves to a new neighbourhood & meets everyone who lives there. A little bit of modern AU fun with the crew! T rated, 9k.

10 months ago 17 9 1 1
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OFMD Gotcha for Gaza This is a fundraising event to raise money for the people of Gaza in exchange for Our Flag Means Death fanworks.

We still have 27 unassigned art prompts left! Let me know if you want to help and I'll send you the prompt spreadsheet.

ofmd-gotcha-for-gaza.carrd.co

10 months ago 9 12 0 1
Father came back.

Father came back and the peace that had settled over the Bonnet estate in his absence shattered. The first night after he had appeared, Louis screamed almost all night, screamed and sobbed. He wouldn’t accept comfort from anyone, wouldn’t quiet his cries — Mother tried, and Doug, both ejected from Louis’ room as soon as they attempted to cross the threshold. Alma stood in the doorway, watching Louis thrash on his bed, pounding his fists and feet. Eventually, Father emerged from Mother’s bedroom, sleep-rumpled and unsure. Mother hadn’t wanted to let him go to Louis, had hissed, “This is all your fault, Stede,” when he finally talked her into it, had turned on her heel and stalked down the corridor to her bedroom, Doug following her before he turned to go into the guest bedroom.

It wasn’t so much that Father successfully soothed Louis back to sleep, moreso that Louis got a chance to tell Father exactly how he was feeling — he’d repeated, “I hate you! I hate you!” as Father held and rocked him in his arms. Alma, still in the doorway, saw the pain on Father’s face, saw the tears slipping from his eyes, and she’d run, then, run to her bedroom. Pulled out the sketchpad, flipped past battles and treasure and cannons and flags. Broken the stick of charcoal in her haste to capture that look on Father’s face, a deep devastation that matched the expression on her own — she needed to pin it to paper so it wouldn’t consume her heart. 

And then, in the daylight, Louis claimed to have forgotten who Father was, and Father’s face fell, but Alma could see relief in his eyes, and she didn’t hate him for that, but she didn’t not hate him for that. She wanted to throw a tantrum of her own, make Father’s face twist with sympathy and guilt, but mostly she wanted to feel herself be pulled into the salt-heavy sea, lose herself in exploring Atlantis, swim with dolphins and merpeople, call on Poseidon to punish Father. 

For leaving. 

For coming back.

Father came back. Father came back and the peace that had settled over the Bonnet estate in his absence shattered. The first night after he had appeared, Louis screamed almost all night, screamed and sobbed. He wouldn’t accept comfort from anyone, wouldn’t quiet his cries — Mother tried, and Doug, both ejected from Louis’ room as soon as they attempted to cross the threshold. Alma stood in the doorway, watching Louis thrash on his bed, pounding his fists and feet. Eventually, Father emerged from Mother’s bedroom, sleep-rumpled and unsure. Mother hadn’t wanted to let him go to Louis, had hissed, “This is all your fault, Stede,” when he finally talked her into it, had turned on her heel and stalked down the corridor to her bedroom, Doug following her before he turned to go into the guest bedroom. It wasn’t so much that Father successfully soothed Louis back to sleep, moreso that Louis got a chance to tell Father exactly how he was feeling — he’d repeated, “I hate you! I hate you!” as Father held and rocked him in his arms. Alma, still in the doorway, saw the pain on Father’s face, saw the tears slipping from his eyes, and she’d run, then, run to her bedroom. Pulled out the sketchpad, flipped past battles and treasure and cannons and flags. Broken the stick of charcoal in her haste to capture that look on Father’s face, a deep devastation that matched the expression on her own — she needed to pin it to paper so it wouldn’t consume her heart. And then, in the daylight, Louis claimed to have forgotten who Father was, and Father’s face fell, but Alma could see relief in his eyes, and she didn’t hate him for that, but she didn’t not hate him for that. She wanted to throw a tantrum of her own, make Father’s face twist with sympathy and guilt, but mostly she wanted to feel herself be pulled into the salt-heavy sea, lose herself in exploring Atlantis, swim with dolphins and merpeople, call on Poseidon to punish Father. For leaving. For coming back.

Sometimes there were letters for each of them, and sometimes the letters were for the family as a whole. They took turns in reading them aloud to each other, candlelight and firelight flickering, making Father’s handwriting appear as if it were moving. Almost two years after Father had returned to his love and to the sea, a package came alongside the letters: several pieces of dense fruit cake encased in shiny white marzipan, all wrapped in waxed paper and tied with plain brown string. There was a heady scent of rum and brandy released when the cake was unwrapped, and Alma could almost hear shanties and the splash of waves against the hull of a ship as she was surrounded by the smell. 

She learned a new word from Father’s letter that night — matelotage.

Soon after that package and the news of Father’s matelotage with Ed, Mother asked Alma if she wanted to learn to sail — said, to Alma’s surprise, that she could see the same yearning for the sea in her as she’d realised was in Father; said that she wanted Alma to be skilled and knowledgeable and prepared for anything she wanted to do with her future. The trips to the seaside now involved sailing lessons, with a rotating series of instructors, all of them with very individual ways of communication and varying skills when it came to teaching. The lessons — usually over two days and one night, Alma sleeping in a hammock whilst Mother and Doug and Louis slept at the same boarding house they’d always stayed at —  were always on the same ship, one that didn’t seem like any working ship Alma had ever imagined. 

It was small, and there wasn’t enough sleeping space for the crew, and the captain’s cabin was ridiculously huge — there was a fireplace in the centre of it, for the sake of all that was holy. An open fireplace! On a wooden ship! 

Mental.

Sometimes there were letters for each of them, and sometimes the letters were for the family as a whole. They took turns in reading them aloud to each other, candlelight and firelight flickering, making Father’s handwriting appear as if it were moving. Almost two years after Father had returned to his love and to the sea, a package came alongside the letters: several pieces of dense fruit cake encased in shiny white marzipan, all wrapped in waxed paper and tied with plain brown string. There was a heady scent of rum and brandy released when the cake was unwrapped, and Alma could almost hear shanties and the splash of waves against the hull of a ship as she was surrounded by the smell. She learned a new word from Father’s letter that night — matelotage. Soon after that package and the news of Father’s matelotage with Ed, Mother asked Alma if she wanted to learn to sail — said, to Alma’s surprise, that she could see the same yearning for the sea in her as she’d realised was in Father; said that she wanted Alma to be skilled and knowledgeable and prepared for anything she wanted to do with her future. The trips to the seaside now involved sailing lessons, with a rotating series of instructors, all of them with very individual ways of communication and varying skills when it came to teaching. The lessons — usually over two days and one night, Alma sleeping in a hammock whilst Mother and Doug and Louis slept at the same boarding house they’d always stayed at — were always on the same ship, one that didn’t seem like any working ship Alma had ever imagined. It was small, and there wasn’t enough sleeping space for the crew, and the captain’s cabin was ridiculously huge — there was a fireplace in the centre of it, for the sake of all that was holy. An open fireplace! On a wooden ship! Mental.

For this #OFMD #TakeTwoTuesday, a couple of unrelated snips from Seasalt in Her Hair, an Alma POV one-shot that I wrote for @ofmdaction.bsky.social. Ed & Stede make a brief cameo, as do the crew of the Revenge, but the focus is all about Alma. I'm very proud of it.
archiveofourown.org/works/57454675

10 months ago 10 5 0 0
Podfic cover features a photo of Ed in the onesie from ofmd 2x5. Text reads:
Slow Down
written by dance_across & read by littlefingies

Podfic cover features a photo of Ed in the onesie from ofmd 2x5. Text reads: Slow Down written by dance_across & read by littlefingies

[Podfic] Slow Down by @dance-across.bsky.social. Explicit, 30 minutes. Prompt fill for @ofmdaction.bsky.social.

AO3: archiveofourown.org/works/62271881
Episode: littlefingies.podbean.com/e/podfic-slo...
Written: archiveofourown.org/works/50845096

11 months ago 4 3 0 1
Digital fanart of Ivan and Fang from OFMD cuddling together. Ivan is sitting up and holding Fang, who is lying on his front with his head pillowed on Ivan's chest. Ivan is kissing the top of Fang's head. Both of them look content and happy.

Digital fanart of Ivan and Fang from OFMD cuddling together. Ivan is sitting up and holding Fang, who is lying on his front with his head pillowed on Ivan's chest. Ivan is kissing the top of Fang's head. Both of them look content and happy.

I ran out of time to draw something for @kissfangweekend.bsky.social so I'm gonna share an art from last year's event instead!! Happy Kiss Fang Weekend everyone!!

Some Ivan/Fang cuddles, drawn for an anonymous @ofmdaction.bsky.social donor <3

#OFMDart #KissFangWeekend

11 months ago 65 23 1 0

Lomi Lomi Nui by Griselda_Gimpel - Our Flag Means Death (TV) archiveofourown.org/works/65240677 via @ao3org

Izzy has to massage Blackbeard's crew. Literally.

#FanFiction #OFMD #IzzyCanyon

11 months ago 2 1 1 0
Painting of Ed and Stede from OFMD. Ed is lying on the floor on his back, leaning on his elbows. He is wearing only a robe, which he has let fall completely open. Stede, wearing just pants, is kneeling over him, holding a candle and dripping wax on Ed's bare chest. Clean shaven Ed is looking up at Stede with adoring and vulnerable expression. There is shittonne of candles behind them. Looks like a fire hazard, but the lighting is very dramatic at least.

Painting of Ed and Stede from OFMD. Ed is lying on the floor on his back, leaning on his elbows. He is wearing only a robe, which he has let fall completely open. Stede, wearing just pants, is kneeling over him, holding a candle and dripping wax on Ed's bare chest. Clean shaven Ed is looking up at Stede with adoring and vulnerable expression. There is shittonne of candles behind them. Looks like a fire hazard, but the lighting is very dramatic at least.

The good candles ❤️‍🔥

Finally finished my OFMD Gotha for Gaza @ofmdaction.bsky.social art. Better late than never 😅

Prompt was Ed/Stede waxplay with lots of extra candles by @cannibalxing.bsky.social

#ofmdnsfw #gentlebeard

11 months ago 147 41 9 0
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OFMD Gotcha for gaza prompt drawn for @aycie.bsky.social !
cute crossword cuddles 💜💙 #ofmd #ofmdfanart #ofmdgotchaforgaza

1 year ago 95 22 8 1

And my self-rec, one of the fics I wrote for @ofmdaction.bsky.social - Reminder: Dinner date (?!) with Edward Teach (TBC)

Art by @lumiilys.bsky.social

archiveofourown.org/works/60771232

1 year ago 5 1 0 0
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Finally got my Gotcha 4 Gaza fic posted!
Prompt by @knivesinfeet.bsky.social "Modern AU - Ed and Stede are coaches of rival schools' math teams"

(And it just wouldn't be me if I didn't swerve the prompt a little)

6K, T-rated: archiveofourown.org/works/64622557

@ofmdaction.bsky.social
#OFMDfanfic

1 year ago 6 4 0 0

If you're looking for cute drawing prompts, @ofmdaction.bsky.social still have some waiting to be claimed 💖

(there are nsfw ones and also sfw ones)

1 year ago 4 1 1 0