ed & stede: walking to the train from a concert venue and yes this takes place in new york

ed: fuck

stede: what?

ed: i wish we had brought a joint

stede: oh. damn

ed: you don’t have — do you?

stede: let me check

stede: wait

ed:

stede, holding up his hand with forefinger and thumb pressed together: aha!

ed: you got a lighter?

stede, digging in his pocket: yeah just… here!

ed: light it

stede, flicking the air: shit, i can never do this. here

ed, taking the “lighter” and “joint” from stede: don’t wanna hurt your thumb

stede: i don’t want any, anyway

ed:

stede:

ed: you don’t want any?

stede: nope :)

ed: of the imaginary joint?

stede: oh, ed, you’re no fun

ed, flicking his thumb and then taking a deep inhale: fine. *cough* more for me *cough cough cough*

stede: ed, be careful!

ed, still coughing: don’t wanna waste it

stede: you’re

ed, coughing for real now, bent over and bracing himself on his knees:

stede: do you need your inhaler?

ed, coughing:

stede, pulling his Funky Floral 32oz Owala Freesip from his bag: or some water?

ed, finally catching his breath: that’s actually some really good shit

stede: oh yeah?

ed, holding out his fingers: you want?

stede, about to fake cough so hard he throws up: yeah. give it here.

stede: what is that

ed, suspiciously quickly: nothing. i mean. what's what

stede: what's that right there. right there. that

ed: oh, uh, that is....a snack

stede: a snack

ed: fun little bedtime snack. you're not interested. you don't like it

stede:

ed:

stede: it's night cheese, isn't it

ed: oh--come on, stede, you know i can't resist night cheese!

stede: you're lactose intolerant, ed

ed: okay! okay. but it's--it's night cheese!

stede: you'll give yourself a tummy ache! and the toots!

ed: i don't get the toots!

stede: you absolutely do get the toots. i'm not going to be the big spoon if you're going to have the toots.

ed: oh my god i don't--i have Never, not even once--

stede: you have. i hope that cheese is worth it.

ed:

stede:

ed: it's brie though. and i have some of that triple berry preserve, and--and--i would be willing to share. come on, you love brie. a little night brie? stede wants a little night brie?

stede: all right. yes i want a little night brie.

ed: yeah i thought so. no one can resist the night cheese.

stede: i'm still not going to be the big spoon though.

ed: oh, come on --

Little sea critters 🥹

Based on this pattern, and this for Ed’s tentacles

NEW FIC DROPPING TOMORROW AND OH BOY IS IT STUPID LETS GET THIS DEAD DICK SLUTS

i feel like. something. there'ssomething fun in there to fiddle around with between 1.6 where stede slips behind the curtain after his fuckery kicks off like "it's going great so far!" and ed's like "really?? i thought i heard laughter" and stede's like "no those were screams!!! :D" and 2.5 when ed's in the fishing boat with fang reminiscing about knife parade wiggling around in his seat with a big smile on his face and fang's like "ohhh no i wasnt laughing i was screaming cus i was terrified :(" and ed goes WITH ABSOLUTE SINCERITY "oh :( i didnt know that, i'm sorry"

not to make this into an actual thing but if he really had died in red flags his last living act on earth would have been laughter. btw

Bonus close-ups:

TAKE HIS ASS TO CLAIRE’S!!

Shakespeare was onto something

Safe

"Honey, can I get you some tea or water and a little something to eat? So you don't dehydrate?" Stede rubbed his hand up and down Ed's shoulder, holding him close in their bed as Ed cried into his chest. Ed nodded. He'd been crying for most of the day. He'd stop and then get to thinking and start again.

"Do you want to come with?" Stede asked, as though he knew that Ed didn't feel entirely safe alone in their big bed. He probably did know, come to think of it. Ed nodded into Stede's chest again.

"Alright, love. Let's get up." Stede coaxed Ed from under the covers and immediately covered him with the robe that had been warming on the radiator. Ed's breath hitched at the thoughtfulness. Stede put a blanket around his shoulders for good measure and Ed padded out of the bedroom in Stede's wake.

It wasn't dark out, just rainy, but Stede turned the lights on in the kitchen and turned up the heat as though they were not planning on going straight back to bed. Marmalade the cat, always perceptive in contrast to all other orange cats everywhere, gave Ed a concerned meow and jumped on his lap as soon as he sat at the counter.

Ed laughed, running a hand through her soft fur. "I think I worried her."

Stede smiled, putting the kettle on and slicing cinnamon raisin bread for toast. "She loves you. We all do."

When the tea and toast were done, Stede put them on a tray and Ed scooped up Marmalade despite her squawk of indignation at being scooped, and they all went back upstairs. Stede turned the lights on in the bedroom and lit a vanilla scented candle. "Want to watch a movie?"

"Yeah. Could we watch Labyrinth?"

"Of course." Stede set up the movie and crawled back in bed, sitting behind Ed and pulling him close as Marmalade settled in Ed's lap.

Ed sipped his tea and nuzzled into Stede's shoulder. Nothing was fixed and he was still very sad. But he was safe and loved.

not a fucking mermaid

[ID: three photos of a tiny knitted merperson Jim with sleepy eyes, a teal tail, and top surgery scars. in the first photo, they're held in the palm of a hand with a tiny knitted merman Oluwande with a matching teal tail. in the second, they're standing and holding hands with knitted Olu. in the third, merperson Jim is held up in a hand close to the camera.]

Sketches from my OFMD fanzine that I never shared. Happy 3rd anniversary to thee show of all time

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