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Two pictures side by side. The first is young Ed (18) with an undercut and a ponytail . He has a small gold earring and a gold necklace. He's wearing a jacket with skulls on the shoulders and a mesh shirt. Opposite him is a man with dark hair and a beard looking about the same age. He has dark blue eyes and is wearing a large silver earring. He is wearing dark coat, navy blue wasitcoat and a white shirt underneath. The background behind Ed is purple. The background behind Sam is blue. They are both looking at the camera.
Reposting an art, just because. Young Ed and Sam Bellamy from Never Shall We Die archiveofourown.org/works/38614536
#OFMD #OFMDfanart #NSWD
(commissions are also open FYI ko-fi.com/tresdem/comm...)
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ICYMI, an update.
Ed's struggles are real, and more than just in how to get Death Head off the ground. He tries so hard and cares so much-- and is also a little shit as a treat. #OFMD #NSWD
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An image of Ed as a young man resting against the mast. He has the beginnings of the snake tattoo. He is wearing a leather jacket with skulls on it and a mesh shirt. A gold earring is in his ear. His hair is shaved on the sides and pulled up in a ponytail. He has a mustache and a bit of a strip of beard.
Never Shall We Die his finally updated with:
Ch. 35: Coming Together, Coming apart. archiveofourown.org/works/386145...
Ft. Ed trying to get Death Head off the ground. New friends, old enemies, and Ed learning all sorts of things about himself and others.
This one is a bit 🌶️🌶️🌶️.
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Ed lets him go only to wriggle out of the too hot jacket and Sam presses his advantage. The moment the leather hits the floor, Sam’s hand is in his hair now, pulling back in a way that sends sparklers down Ed’s back before his mouth is hot under Ed’s chin. The heated lave of tongue— and all of that is good, is amazing. But then his thumbnail whispers against the back of Ed’s neck, nearly making him jump out of his skin. A sound escapes from between his teeth that he didn’t know he could make as the tingles rush through him in an unexpected burst, tightening his scalp. Adrenaline spikes through him. Like someone is behind him. Like there’s danger where he can’t see. But it’s only Sam at his front, sucking at the side of his throat and Ed pushes up on the balls of his feet, both wanting to get away and get closer. And then there’s a strange click, a weird tug near his waist, and Ed realizes with a kind of cold clutch to his gut that the stolen flintlock has gotten caught on Sam’s belt and that if he lowers himself even an little… If Ed’s adrenaline spiked before it’s raging now. He can feel every centimeter of skin, his own and Sam’s as Sam mouths at his throat, scraping the edges of his teeth over Ed’s pulse which he has got to feel racing. “Sam….” Ed squeaks, tugging his hair, trying to get his attention. “Want you,” Sam murmurs. “I want to mark you. I want you to mark me.” And yes, and fuck yes and he will spend hours spilling tattoos all over Sam’s skin. But he’d like to be alive and whole in which to do it. “Sam!” he snaps. Gives his hair another harder pull. “Stop for a sec.” Sam raises his head, eyes lidded, lips parted and flushed red, lower lip wet and Ed wants to dive into his mouth and suck his fucking tongue out. But survival is fucking key here. He grips Sam’s face with both hands. “I think,” he says slowly, articulating each word. “The gun. is caught. on your belt.”
For #WIPWednesday, some spice from the upcoming chapter 35 of Never Shall We Die
Wherein the best laid plans of pirates and men.... archiveofourown.org/works/38614536
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“Nah…” he fits the necklace around her throat, liking the movement of her hand as she sweeps her hair out of the way. The tops of her shoulders are pretty much bare, dusted with freckles and this close he can smell the perfume at the base of her neck. He wonders what it would be like to see more of her shoulders. To see more of her. Which is funny because he’s seen her before but maybe it’s because of tonight. Maybe it’s because of what Caesar said or the metal taste of his mouth. Or maybe it’s because Anne is watching him in the mirror. Their eyes meet. Hers are dark, his are darker. A soft red flushes across her cheeks and at the base of her throat. “We start this and it won’t be easy to stop,” says Anne, her voice low in her throat. Ed has no idea really what she means. Well he has some idea. An inkling. And it’ll be nice maybe to start something. At least she’s there. At least she’s warm. “Are you afraid?” He smirks, knowing she isn’t, and her own slow smile has a cat’s grace. He shifts the side of the necklace down with the tip of his finger, tracing the soft skin there, watching goosebumps rise. Heart in his throat, he presses his lips to that spot, his gaze on hers, watching her lashes lower, the smile grow. He grips her waist, loving the rigid leather feel of the corset against the palms of his hands. She reaches back and tugs at his hair, it’s nice, really nice. Not as distracting as her breath at the back of his neck, thank fuck. “Later, Eddie-o,” she says. “After we’re both satisfied and are out at sea. Then we’ll know who we are.”
In other news for ch. 35 of Never Shall We Die, archiveofourown.org/works/38614536
Ed has had three kisses now. And one failed. Alas. But the night is still young...
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The smooch count for Ed Teach is at 2 for Never Shall We Die. How many people can he reasonably smooch in a single chapter? Probably not many. But this is only the beginning. #OFMD #NSWD
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Ed watches her haul herself up, hand over hand, as graceful as a dancer. He has to lift his hand to block out the sun as she alights on the main tops’l spar, rucking up her skirts in preparation, whistling to the others in the rigging to be prepared. Maybe he can help her in the rigging today. Maybe that would be alright. On the other hand, maybe not, he thinks as he drops his arm and sees the snake. The itchy redness has gone away but she still looks undone. The empty scales like placeholders. Only her eye seems alive, black and intelligent. Ed skims his fingers down over the snake’s sinuous body, touching his wrist absently. He owes it to her… and Blull and Magdalena and the rest of the Bën Za, hell maybe even to Kariwase to be cool. He turns his hand to see the knife cutting down his forearm that Francis had given him too long ago. The cluster of stars. The strange little skull. The bands wrapped around his bicep, like a promise he’s supposed to keep. Death Head is a captain. Captains do not go up into the rigging. They get shit done. They take their command back. They keep on top of everyone. He closes his eyes and takes a breath of chill air. He allows Death Head to slip over him like snakeskin. He’s a cold motherfucker, harsh but fair, takes no prisoners, takes no shit, and does what he needs to.
#WIPWednesday brings a snippet from Chapter 35 of Never Shall We Die,
archiveofourown.org/works/38614536
In which Ed has decisions to make.
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This chapter of Never Shall We Die apparently features Ed being thirsty af and surrounded by water. Man needs a drink. #OFMD #NSWD
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A picture of younger Ed (18) leaning against a mast. He's wearing a black jacket with a gold chain on the collar and skulls on it, a gold necklace and earrings. His hair is shaved on the sides and pulled back into a ponytail. He's also wearing a mesh shirt. He has a mustache and a goatee and is smirking at the camera. The text reads: Never Shall We Die. Death Head Rising. nocturneequuis.
Never Shall We Die time, let's gooo~ archiveofourown.org/works/38614536
Gonna try to finish the chapter by the end of the week or mid-week next week. Let's hope I can. #OFMD #NSWD
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Art divided into 6 triangular panels. The first one dark with a scrap of red silk floating (it appears through all 6). Second 13 year old Ed looking at the stern of a ship in a sunrise. Third, 15 year old Ed looking at the masts of a ship in the day. Fourth, 17 year old Ed with short hair looking at the masts of a ship in sunset. Fifth, 20 year old Ed looking at the masts of a ship at night with Blackbeard's flag flying. 6th, the red silk lying in the water by the prow of the ship.
Never Shall We Die archiveofourown.org/works/38614536
If you're looking for a super long exhaustive canonical as I can get it Ed Teach backstory from the time he was 13, give this fic a look.
Can't even remember what milestones I hit with it this year save for Ed finally turning 18. #NSWD
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