I'm back again! This time with something basically 180 from the last OFMD fic. I love reading the fics where Stede and Blackbeard find each other again post finale and very quickly everything is ok again. But I know that that is not how it's going to play out in the show (nor do I really want it to play out that way). It's going to be dark and long and dirty and the two have a fuck ton they need to work through.
So, here is the first chapter on my take of the whole affair. Seeing as I wrote this thing in one day I'm hoping to get the next chapter done pretty quickly. I hope you enjoy and let me know what you think!
Chapter 2 has just been posted! This time it's from Ed's perspective. I probably won't bounce back and forth between perspectives each time, but my brain needed to write this chapter for whatever reason. I hope you enjoy, and chapter 3 will be coming soon!
I'm back again! This time with something basically 180 from the last OFMD fic. I love reading the fics where Stede and Blackbeard find each other again post finale and very quickly everything is ok again. But I know that that is not how it's going to play out in the show (nor do I really want it to play out that way). It's going to be dark and long and dirty and the two have a fuck ton they need to work through.
So, here is the first chapter on my take of the whole affair. Seeing as I wrote this thing in one day I'm hoping to get the next chapter done pretty quickly. I hope you enjoy and let me know what you think!
Hello! So it’s been… a very long time but have returned from the depths to bring you another fan fiction. I watched Our Flag Means Death and now quite literally all I think about (as can be evidenced by my main blog). So I wrote a fic for the first time in years and posted it on AO3. I already have plans for a second one so if that ends up happening I will post it here too.
I hope you enjoy this short little fluff my brain produced.
I saw that you've been into Overwatch! Any ships in particular (if any) that are your favorites/you'd be willing to write? :)
My favs are McHanzo and Pharmercy but I like a lot of different ones. Zarya/Mei, Reaper/76, sometimes Tracer/Widowmaker. There’s probably more than that. :)
Hey everyone. I know this blog has been dead for a while but, hey, so has Mianite. By now I’m sure all of you know our series won’t be returning for a season three. I’ve lost my motivation for writing stories in this fandom, but honestly that was going on long before the announcement. I want to keep writing though, just in other ships and fandoms. I’ll always be taking requests and I’ll add a list of fandoms I’d like to write in if you want to request something. Thanks for all your love and support of my stories on this blog. <3 You guys are the best
-Miraculous Ladybug
-Yuri!!! on Ice
-Supernatural
-Overwatch
I’m sure there’s more. I’ll add more if I come up with any. Thank you all again <3
Marichat May was absolutely wonderful! So many new people participating! And now I really can’t wait to see what else everyone comes up with!
Now, it’s the usual drill: You can do anything you want for this, writing, cosplay, art, anything! Whether you do pre or post reveal is up to you.
Once you create something, tag it as ‘ladrien june’ and ‘day #’ (whatever day you’ve done). All additional tags are up to you. List of Days below the cut.
We still have ‘Ladynoir July’, ‘DJWIFI August’, ‘ Superparents September’, ‘OT3 October’, ‘Nathanaël November’ and ‘Julerose December’ coming up, so if there are any specific prompts you want to see for those ships, feel free to send in an ask!
(Credits: Calendar made by me (@krazy-ky-sta-hatter). Ladrien artwork by was kindly drawn for this calendar by @buginette)
i had the weirdest dream about you and now i can’t stop imagining what you’d look like naked
you’re at the cinema alone and so am i we might as well sit together and i swear i didn’t think there was anyone else in this universe who appreciates this movie like i do
“you’re in my seat this is my seat see i can prove it like it even has my name on it who do you think you are sitting your ass down on MY seat.”
i tell my friends i come to the cafe you work at because they have the world’s greatest milkshakes but i love the little notes you leave me scrawled on napkins every time you take my order and you smile at me like the sun from across counter tops
we’ve both been arrested and we’re stuck in the same jail cell we won’t be bailed out until morning so you might as well tell me your story
we’re stuck on the top of a Ferris Wheel together and i only got on next to you because i really didn’t want to wait for the next go-around ??
i’m always running late and you’re always leaving the elevator open for me and i’ve gotta properly thank you for that you’ve saved my ass countless times
i hooked up with you at my sister’s wedding 5 years ago and now i’ve gotta track you down because i can’t stop thinking about you
you’re always at the university library at 3 am because it’s the only time you can focus hello hi same here
some asshole switched our flat numbers so your mail keeps getting delivered to me, sometimes i read it i’m so sorry you get very interesting mail
we watched the fireworks together on new year’s eve even though you’re a complete stranger like i didn’t even get your name ??
Person A, in another room, SCREAMS bloody murder and drops to the floor. Person B, across the house, breaks into a dead sprint of “OMFG WHAT HAPPENED” ready to murder whatever it is that hurt their spouse.
Turns out Person A just had a really intense foot cramp in is curled on the floor whimpering pathetically because “Babe…this is it, this is the end. Remember me”.
Bonus if B gets all “I could strangle you right now, you gave me a fucking heart attack?!” at first but regardless goes to sit down and bring A into their lap to cuddle and hold until the cramp subsides.
Thank you to everyone who came to the stream and the amazing @bornfromtheashes for helping me to completely destroy my farm and any chances I had at getting Leah to like me in Stardew Valley!
Also, a super special happy birthday to @perseptionandvision so go wish him a happy birthday!
Recently I’ve been going back and forth on whether or not I should continue drawing art for fanfictions. Because of my internal struggle I decided to write out all of the positives that come with drawing fanfiction art as a reminder to myself, and maybe even convince some of you artists out there to consider it in the process.
1.) They deserve it
Fanfiction writers create some amazing stories, sometimes they even create characters or worlds. These things take some serious time and skill! They spend their personal time to create free stories for your enjoyment. Creating art for them is a great kindness to fanfiction writers who have given you ten times that kindness back.
I don’t really give reviews of fanfictions. Mainly because I never know how to explain what I like about a fanfiction without giving them a ten page paper or ending up sounding like a pterodactyl. Drawing art is a great way to show your appreciation without screaming in their faces!
2.) It is great practice
Very rarely do I have something that allows me to draw demonic dolls, blushing demons, a man whose slowly breaking apart and going to space, ghost gangsters, robots with electricity sparking from them, a boy with a bloody knee blaming it on parkour, desperate hugs, two men fighting off ice cold oceans waves, the list goes on and on! Fanfiction provides some great scenarios for art, that let me branch out and try new things. It’s a great challenge!
3.) It gives them a reason to keep writing
Do you enjoy this fanfiction writers work? Want to keep them excited about writing so that way you can see more great, high quality, work? Well boy oh boy do I have the solution for you! Fanfiction art!
Fanfiction art, at least to me, is a big way to show you care. Writers put time and effort into their pieces and you have given back something that also has time and effort put into it. Seeing that kind of support can really encourage a fanfiction writer! With fanfiction art you are showing that you deeply care about their work, that you are inspired by what they’ve done. If that’s not a big thumbs up, I don’t know what is!
4.) Positive response
I’ve seen some fanfiction writers response to my art and let me tell you, it’s positively heart warming. The writers who I have drawn for have been so excited with the art! I don’t know about you but seeing someone who deserves something get it is super satisfying. Of all the reactions to my art, fanfiction writers reactions have been the ones I remember the most. There responses kept me smiling for days on end, it’s truly moving.
Don’t be afraid to show them your art!! Let me tell you my art is not perfect but I worked hard on those pieces that I gave those talented writers, and that is enough. It’s the thought that counts, and fanfiction writers deserve as many supportive thoughts as they can get!
This is 110% true. It’s even brought me to tears before and trust me, that’s a feat. There is NOTHING I like more than art. NOTHING!! There’s no higher compliment than “your inspiration inspired ME.” I will legit lose my shit EVERY TIME.
ALL. OF. THIS. I by no means expect or demand art of my writings (not least of which because I write a lot of nsfw stuff), but if someone takes the time and the effort and the thought to make something of their own volition based on something of mine….*dying whale noises because HOLY FUCKING SHIT!!!!*
As a fanfic writer, I can confirm this to be absolutely and 100% true. I don’t think I’ve ever gotten a fanart based on one of my fanfics, but if I ever did I think I would cry from happiness
This 100%. When @skydidthething drew me that AMAZING piece of fan art I almost cried, my whole week was made, and I showed it off to every single on of my friends. It’s still the background of my iPod. Seriously. I would love to repay the favor for artists too. Like write them a fic for their art <3 Ugh I love you people
whenever I post something new my favorite thing to do it go through and read your guys' tags. Thank you guys for your kind works there ❤ It makes my day seeing them.
your text size/font/colour on your theme could not possibly be more hard to read seriously
Hello anon. I have been trying to find the right theme to use for this blog for a long time now. It’s really difficult because most themes are centered around photo-sets and making them look nice. Not text. At least not ones that are 1) cute and 2) easy for me to navigate in the edit screen. I spent literal hours trying to find a good theme to use. I got rid of my previous one for the same reason. It was hard to read. So I’m sorry if this one is difficult to read. I went through the html and increased the font sizes for various things. Check it out and let me know if its better.
And also, you could have said things much nicer. Many bloggers if you’d sent this to them in this tone would have gotten angry and ignored it, solving zero problems. Anon does not give you the right to be mean. I have it so people who want to send me prompts who are scared to do so feel more confident.
@that-ianite-tho I finally did it guys! Are you proud of me? I have actual content to give after constantly saying I would give you stuff. This prompt was sent to me many moons ago and taadaa I did a thing with it. Big thanks to @leitry and @ianites-champ for helping me with this one.
I hope you enjoy this short fic guys. Hopefully this can help hold you over a bit until season 3 (*crosses fingers*). Love you all and enjoy <3 :*
Word Count: 2,362
Warnings: none
It’s been one year since the accident. One stupid year. Jordan sighed, twisting his wedding band around and around his finger trying tune out Sonja’s words.
“You really need to go see him.”
“It hurts too much. He doesn’t remember me or us or anything. It’s been too long.” Jordan stood from the kitchen table he’d been sitting at and started pacing. “Ianite said it’d only last a few days—a couple weeks a most. But here we are and my husband still doesn’t remember me. It fucking hurts Sonja. It hurts.”
His friend cast her eyes down and picked at her nail polish. “I just think you should try again.”
She’s been bugging him the past week about going to see Tom. Even just thinking his name hurt. When Tom and Jordan had finally gotten together, all of Ruxamar had seen it coming. The two were so madly in love at times it was sickening. When the two finally tied the knot, everyone celebrated. Everything had been wonderful, in Jordan’s opinion, and they were so happy. But then the accident happened and changed everything. Tom had gone out drinking with Farmer Steve, and Jordan had decided to stay home and let them cause their own destruction. He never had as much fun as Tom during those trips. At three am, he was woken up by frantic knocking on his door. Groggily he wandered out of bed and found a frazzled Sonja. Apparently two had drunk a little too much and were over powered by mobs. Tom was hurt. His friend led him to Martha’s house where Tucker already waited. Martha and Ianite stood over Tom examining wounds . The only thing keeping him sane was the constant presence of his friends at his side.
When the two finally looked up and told him Tom would be ok, Jordan had never been so relieved in his entire life. Ianite held her hands over Tom’s chest and a purple glow began to surround him. Wounds slowly closed themselves and bruises faded. Soon it was as if nothing had happened.
“It may take him a while to wake up. Just be patient,” Ianite’s soothing voice washed over him as he sat by his husband’s side and grabbed his hand. He wasn’t leaving without him.
Funny enough, when Tom did awaken, Jordan was not there. It had been two days, and Tom hadn’t woken up. Sonja and Tucker came to check on him and convinced him to get some fresh air. Reluctantly, he left to work on some chores he’d let fall by the wayside—refueling the reactor, checking on the ender quarry, and even working on his Fortress of Fury some more. When he reentered Martha’s house, his ears were met with a croaky British accent and Sonja’s choked up laughter. Heart soaring, he rushed up the stairs and burst into Martha’s room in a flail of limps and excitement.
“Tom! You’re awake, I was so worried.”
He looked at Jordan, but there was no smirk like he was expecting or cocky remark about how he was invincible. Instead he passed a look of confusion to Tucker.
“Um… I’m sorry. You must have the wrong Tom… I don’t think we’ve met before.”
His heart stopped. Ianite explained it as selective amnesia and said it would be temporary—something that can happen with head traumas. The memories would return and life would go on as normal. Except that never happened.
They tried to make it work for a long time. Tom eventually understood what was going on. Jordan was his husband, he just couldn’t remember. They tried living together for a while on Tom’s island, hoping the familiar place would bring back old memories, before they decided to give each other some distance. The two did everything they could to help him remember. Cooked favorite meals, recreated dates they’d had, even tried sex once (it was more awkward than anything else). After about a month, Jordan ended up sleeping on the couch more often than not because he saw how uncomfortable Tom was. And he knew his husband felt bad he couldn’t remember. It wasn’t Tom’s fault in the slightest. But it ate at Jordan. Eventually the two decided it may be best to have some separation. They hoped the time apart might help. But in reality, Jordan was pretty sure neither one of them could take the heartache anymore. Tom felt guilty all the time and Jordan knew that he kept walking around like an injured puppy. So he moved out and went back to the Fortress to give Tom his space. Since then he hasn’t seen him outside of godly missions and the occasional borrowing of resources, and frankly he’s too afraid to try again now. He doesn’t want to experience that pain again.
“Jordan! This isn’t just going to go away if you ignore it. He is your husband. Ya know— ‘Til death do us part.’ Ring a bell?”
She struck a nerve, and Jordan bit his lip as a wave of guilt washed over him. Sonja was right. He couldn’t just brush his marriage under a rug. But he didn’t know where to begin.
“What do I do?” he sighed in frustration. Rubbing his hands up and down his face he groaned loudly. “This kind of shit only happens in movies! Why did this happen to me—to us?! How is this fair? Sonja I can’t do this… I… I just can’t.”
She pulled him into a hug and rubbed his back reassuringly. “Alright alright. It’s going to be ok. Tell you what—join Tucker and me tonight for dinner. I’m almost done building the restaurant in my basement and I want you to see it.”
As strange as that sentence was, it was oddly comforting. Eating with friends. He could handle that, couldn’t he?
When he finally started making his way to Sonja’s, darkness was beginning to fall. Jordan gripped the hilt of the Price of Betrayal while carefully flying across the landscape. He didn’t want any thief skeletons sneaking up on him. The mobs left him alone, thankfully, and he managed to get there in one piece. He knocked on the door before entering, knowing she wouldn’t mind. He scanned the empty first floor casually as he walked through. Suddenly, a flash of blue caught his eye from the stairs. Everything froze.
Tom. Just the thinking the name ripped through him like a hurricane. His heart pounded audibly as his chest constricted painfully. Viciously biting his cheek was the only thing that kept Jordan from audibly whimpering. He was here. Why was he here? Sonja was playing match maker, that’s why. Did Tom even know he was going to be here? Or was Sonja tricking him too? Jordan leaned on the furnaces in Sonja’s entrance way forcing himself to breathe. He would just leave. He’d tell her some excuse tomorrow. Jordan was so busy trying to think up a valid excuse he almost missed the voice that was not his own echo unsettlingly in the back of his mind.
“Uh, yeah, no I’m good,” Jordan responded lamely. He knew Dianite wasn’t convinced. Hell, the god was in his mind. He knew everything.
“Go. I hate to side with Foxx, but you two need to work this out. I know love, and I know what it’s like to lose it. Don’t let him slip away.”
Before Jordan could form any kind of reaction the god was gone. He leaned there for a few more moments before pushing himself to his feet and heading down the stairs. Sonja was waiting for him in her basement, a grin plastered to her cheeks. Butt (the pixie) fluttered innocently behind his glass, blissfully unaware of the drama that was about to unfold around him.
Jordan forced a smile and followed his friend through the new maze of halls she had created.
“Welcome to Foodie Touches!” She held the door open for him. His heart refused to slow and he stepped foot into the small dining area. It was nicely decorated, almost like a fancy Asian restaurant, and that head of blue hair sat in a chair with it back towards him, the occupant turning to see the newcomer.
It was as if timed has slowed for Jordan. He clearly watched Tom’s face go from slight confusion to realization to panic. His heartbeat only increased. He forced a small smile, trying to cover his pain, and moved over to the table, sitting in the chair furthest from Tom. Sonja’s expression turned into a pout, and he vowed to fill her house with end portals when this was over.
After a seconds pause Sonja brought over the menus and brightly explained the specials. He snapped himself out of his distraction and read the menu. The names of the dishes made him snort. Fish dix, skinny bitch salad, booty burgs—everything screamed Sonja and it couldn’t not be funny. A loud, familiar laugh burst from across the table. Tom was giggling madly at the menu. Jordan couldn’t help but release his own chuckle. He’d almost forgotten how adorably immature Tom could be. The two ordered some appetizers (Jordan the calamari and Tom the bread de le garlic) and Sonja left to cook. Awkwardness settled over them.
“So, uh, how, um… how have you been?” Jordan started.
“Oh, uh… I’m ok,” Tom rubbed the back of his neck. “I, uh, lost Terrence again.”
“You always lose Terrence, Tom. You sure you didn’t pick him up on accident. He could be in one of your chests.”
“He’s not!” Tom pouted. “I’ve checked! You have little faith in me.”
“Yeah well, you’re not always the most observant,” Jordan countered with a smile. Tom took a breath as if to retort when Sonja entered with their food. The two ordered main dishes and the lapsed into silence again while they ate.
Tom was the first to speak this time. “Hey… I’m sorry for not talking to you in a while.”
“It’s alright… I haven’t exactly been reaching out either. Hell, I didn’t know you were going to be here tonight. If I had… I probably wouldn’t have come…” It killed him to admit that but it was the truth.
Tom flinched slightly, almost too softly to notice, but Jordan saw. And it cut him deeper than the Price of Betrayal ever could.
“I just… I want to talk to you… want to figure this out but… It’s so hard for me to believe we were… we are married when I know nothing about you.”
Jordan pulled his eyes away from his food to look at Tom. “Well I know a lot about you.” When Tom didn’t respond he continued. “Your name is Tom. You like to be called Syndicate as well. I know you’re reckless and chaotic—a true Dianitee. I know you like to play pranks and hold other people’s possession hostage for leverage when you really need something but don’t want to do the work for it. I know you pray to Dianite when you’re scared or confused. I know you also sometimes pray to Ianite. Yeah, I heard that. I also know you like to call me a copycat when we delve into the same fields (even if I was doing it first). I know your favorite nickname for me is Sparkley-pants. I know a lot about you Tom. That’s why this hurts me so much.” His eyes flicked down to the table again.
“Sparkley-pants?” Tom’s asked with almost a note of amusement.
Jordan lifted his eyes again and chuckled a little. “Yeah. A nickname for Sparklez which is a nickname for CaptainSparklez which is a nickname for… well me.”
“Sparklez,” Tom repeated quietly, in almost a whisper. Slowly his brow furrowed. “Sparklez,” he said again under his breath.
“Yup… that’s it,” Jordan said slowly. But Tom didn’t stop. He continued slowly repeating the name over and over again. His face scrunched further and further in confusion until he looked almost in pain. “Tom…” he tried to get the man’s attentions but Tom seemed lost in his own mind. He suddenly gripped his head and his breathing became erratic. Jordan shot up, almost knocking over his chair, and ran over to him. He got down on his knees and grasped his shoulders. “Tom are you ok?!”
He quickly grabbed Jordan’s arm with one hand, keeping his eyes firmly shut. “Sparklez… keep telling me things.”
“Things? What kind of things?!”
“Anything! About us, about you, just talk.”
Jordan struggled to find words. “Uh, um, we lived on your island together. You had an owl named Linda who you lost but can’t find anymore-“
Tom shook him. “Not about me, I know about me. Tell me about you!”
He rattle off any random word that came to mind. “In the last world I lived in Jerry’s Tree. I’m Ianite’s champion. I have a giant reactor that we used to make your crazy ender quarry work. We filled Sonja’s house up with end portals. You, Wag, and I initiated the Great Chicken War with Tucker. Uh... ummm...” He rattled on for a few more moments, unsure of what else to do before allowing himself to slow and take a deep breath. “Tom… I’m your husband and I love you.”
Tom’s hands travelled to Jordan’s face and cupped his cheeks. “Jordan… Jordan…” he breathed the name as though it were a lifeline and if he let go he’d drown. “Oh… oh god… Sparklez… I… Fuck…” His lips moved but no sounds came out.
Jordan, unsure what to do, could only watch.
Slowly Tom’s breathing slowed to almost normal speed. Eventually he opened his mouth to speak again. “You… I remember you building the Scales of Justice back in our old world… I remember we made my doorbell into a song… I remember you broke me out of jail… I remember you don’t like it when your feet get cold at night… I remember your awful puns and terrible decorating skills…” a smile crept onto his face as Tom whispered quietly.
What do you need help on your story for? Like help with ideas or making sure it's nice?
making sure it’s nice basically. like.... i wrote stuff.... i cant tell if it’s actually a steaming pile of crap or not.... like... is it too cheesy? should I go further than where I wrote... do the characters act how they would actually act in this situation (which is one of my pet peeves). That sort of thing. I just can’t tell. Probs because I’m too close to it.
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