#fiddlehands

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sometimes you have to put a brat in his place 🥰

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commission by @sibmakesart , thank you so much! they were absolutely lovely to work with, go check them out!

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@akwardmarthy I did your ideaaa < 3 And I think it'll finally make my brain work!!

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comm I got a while back, made by @rysiutokwiat.bsky.social on bluesky

they found their way 🥹

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Ned gets the urge to sail away in the night; to take one last choice from Izzy. But he fails to convince himself, drifting off before he can make the order.

Izzy is gone by first sunlight, as Ned knew he would be.

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Art: @adhdedteach.bsky.social on Bluesky.

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"Let me guess, you killed him? Strung up your little fiddlebow with his guts or something super melodramatic like that?"

Their captor stops dead at the fireplace, and Edward can see the sting of a hit well-landed. He and Stede grin at each other, but when a moment passes with no word from their would-be torturer, Edward glances back, Ned still staring into the fire.

"So predictable, aren't I?" he says, and the quiet that has slipped into Ned's voice pulls Edward from his humor. "And sure, you're right. I killed him. Bled him dry on a table, and the doctor couldn't do a damn thing."

Ned finally turns to look at them, and despite the fire, a chill crawls up Edward's spine. The slow dawning smile cracks across his face, and it's different; whatever Ned was before, he's angry now.

"I'm nothing like you, after all. The famous Blackbeard. A true wild card; not a shred of loyalty in your bones." Ned stares at him sharply as he says it, and Edward subconsciously leans back from the incandescence of his rage.

"You see, dearest Edward—funny how we share a name, isn't it? I've heard a pretty story about you, darling. Promises whispered in the dark after a mutiny."

Edward's stomach turns, just slightly, as Ned stares at him, examining. He can't know; couldn't know. But then, he'd made a lot of promises to Izzy, and broken them all save for one.

"Hell-Cat!" Ned yells abruptly, startling them both. She steps in from the deck, and Ned offers her that wicked smile. "I changed my mind. Bring him." Hell-Cat hesitates for just a moment, but the look on Ned's face sends her scurrying.

After mere moments, Izzy is dragged in, hands bound behind his back.

hubris, a 2x6 one shot, is now up on AO3.

this thing fell out of me at 1am last night, thanks to licorne posting a prompt that grabbed me by the throat lmao

also somehow I wrote something less than 3k words 🧑‍🎓 nature is healing 🌱

please mind the tags, darlings. ❤️

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Ned: Watch it. Lucius: or you'll what? carve me up? wait, already going to do that Ned: Go on. I'm listening. What else do you want me to do?

I've been working on this chapter for over a month, and it's time to release it into the wind.

Thank you so much for reading.

Ned: I heard a rumor about you. Izzy: Yeah? And what's that? Ned: I heard you could sing. Ned: I'll be honest. As a musician myself, I'm painfully curious.

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@Virtuoso: One last day on the ROP, then back to the high seas! My lovely, beautiful, perfect @FirstMateIzzyHands has been given the day off since there'll be little time for rest once we're raiding the high seas once more! 😍 See some of you at the Captain's Summit tonight! @AoshisGirl: THE SHIP HAS SAILED REPEAT THE SHIP HAS SAILED @FirstMateIzzyHands: oh my god not again you twat

Despite a dead sprint, Jim's feet make hardly a sound as they approach the captain's cabin. They can't be sure Ned is still there, but if there's any chance they can end this with a single blow—they have to take it. They skid around a corner, and run bodily into Ned. Jim jumps backwards, trying to feign shock, but Ned's expression doesn't change. His head tilts as he examines Jim, and for a moment, the script is flipped—Jim has the sudden feeling that they've misjudged who is predator, and who is prey.

The next chapter of my socmed fic, is it wrong to pickup girls on a pirate ship, continued, is now up!

Now featuring... PROSE???? You heard it here first, folks!

is it wrong to pickup girls on a pirate ship is about a story about community, doing right by everyone when harm has been done, and whether or not love is enough. It is a canon divergence fic that rewrites the second half of the second season, starting right after the influencer apology.

Featured ships are edizzy, sprizzy, garlic soup and (in part 2) fiddlehands. There's also background gentlebeard, and some stizzy/steddyhands vibes.

Thank you so much for reading! 🙏

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Ned Low deserves to be interesting.

This is a character rewrite for Ned Low, who was featured briefly in one episode of OFMD. This adds more nuance to the character, removes some underthought elements, and overall gives writers a baseline idea of what one version of fanon Ned Low can look like.

There's also backstory between Ned and Lucius, because that angle was too good to skip.

This is freely given to the community to use literally however folks want.

Happy writing. 🙏