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oh my god they're engaged to be engaged...

(also this is entirely separate from the izzyguana series fyi, but my god I have drawn their little island so many times by now)

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ID: 1a. Wide shot of Stede and Ed's ramshackle house on a hill of long grass, a forested mountain sliding into the sea behind them as the sun peeks above the waves, painting them orange and yellow. Some work has been put into the house since they found it: the holes in the roof have been boarded over or covered with tarp, a rickety porch railing and staircase off the left side have been built on from scraps, oil lamps have been hung on each corner, and an addition on the right side is in progress, rocks stacked on the wood-slat roof and tarps hanging from unfinished walls. Planks of wood, tools, and fishing poles are leaned up against the porch, the path to the house has been cleared out and defined by stones and shells, and a wooden sign out front has the words "Best Little Inn By The Sea! +fishing equipment" carved into it. Stede and Ed, wearing a teal blouse with brown leather trousers and purple tee with black leather trousers respectively, are standing on the porch and looking out over the land, arms around each others waist. Stede raises his arm in a wave and shouts, "Great to see you two! Come again any time!" In the foreground, Pete and Lucius are walking down the path away from the house, looking tired. Pete has one arm around Lucius's shoulders and his eyes are closed, head listing to the side. Lucius covers his mouth as he yawns, lifting the other to throw a halfhearted wave over his shoulder. 1b. Waist-up in profile of Stede and Ed on the porch, sunrise behind them. Closest to the viewer, Stede stares out after their guests, hand lowering, smile fading to something a little bittersweet. Ed leans into Stede, free hand in his pants pocket, and rests his head in the crook of his neck as he follows Stede's gaze with a thoughtful smile. Ed asks, "You ever think about that for us?" 1c. Repeat. Stede's hand drops further, wrist dangling, as he turns his face toward Ed with a bewildered smile. "What?" Ed straightens from his cuddle, embarrassed, but keeps his right hand on Stede's waist. His left gestures randomly as he scrunches up his face, avoiding Stede's gaze. He explains, "Y'know...the matie-monie thing, whatever."

2a. Zoom out slightly; Stede takes a step back toward the house to face Ed as he pivots with his back toward the yard. They are still connected waist-to-hand. Stede plants his free hand on his hip with a smug little smirk and says, "Well I certainly hope that's not your proposal." Ed waves his free hand in a 'stop' motion, flustered as he meets his partner's eyes, and splutters "Wha- no! No, mate, I just... 'M having a dialogue." 2b. Repeat, zoom in. Ed dips his chin to look up at Stede through his lashes, red-faced and accepting defeat as he mumbles, "...How would you want it to go, though? Hypothetically." Stede giggles helplessly, free hand leaving his hip to rest fingertips on Ed's chest. 2c. Repeat, the background cutting out in favor of the sunrise occurring between them. They are almost forehead-to forehead, both of Stede's hands now pressed to Ed's chest and idly playing with the tips of his hair. Ed stares at his face with hooded eyes. Stede smiles, gaze lowered to focus on his hands, and says "Oh, I don't know. A bit of romance, you know. Dazzle." 2d. Repeat, zoom in to bust, background now mottled oranges and yellows. Ed raises his head to look past Stede with a frown, brow furrowed in confusion as he repeats blankly, "Dazzle." Stede hums idly to himself, concentrating on petting Ed's chest. 2e. Repeat. Stede lifts his head with a little smile, putting them nose-to-nose and adds, "I wouldn't say no to some fireworks." Ed flusters at the pointed reminder of their first time, cheeks turning red and a wobbly smile creeping across his face.

3a. Repeat. Stede asks, "What about you?" Ed leans back from their embrace, smile turning incredulous as he repeats, "Me?!" 3b. Waist up of Ed as he turns, sunrise at his back, to lean his left arm against the porch railing. He glances over the yard with a resigned little frown, fiddling with a piece of his hair with his right hand. He replies, "I dunno. Never really thought about it." 3c. Chest up of Stede as he mirrors Ed's pose with a fond if slightly amused smile, stairs and forest behind him. Offscreen, Ed continues, "Bet you had a whole scrapbook of ideas, eh?" 3d. Repeat. Stede straightens with a "Well!" and turns his body to face the house. 3e. Knees-up from the house POV as both men lean against the porch railing, the yard, ocean, and brightening sky beginning to streak itself with orange beyond. Stede is facing the viewer, back to the yard, leaning with his elbows braced on the railing. He aims his gaze to the side with a bit of a pained smile and says, "When Mary and I were engaged, a scrapbook wouldn't have been much use." Ed is turned toward Stede, left elbow propped on the railing. He scowls and sticks out his tongue at mention of Mary. 3f. Repeat. Stede turns his head toward Ed, who quickly tucks his petty tongue back in his mouth and schools his expression into one of interest. Stede continues, "Everything had been decided for us already. Never really got to the proposal part."

4a. Repeat. Ed turns his body more fully toward Stede, folding his arms on the railing and leaning his head over them with a warm smile. Stede raises his eyebrows in surprise and goes slightly pink as Ed says, "I'll have to make it really good, then." 4b. Stede turns his body toward Ed, left arm sliding against the railing behind him and right hand cupping Ed's chin as he leans closer, nose to nose. Ed's eyes hood, looking at Stede's mouth as is curls into a loving smile. Stede responds, "Can't wait." 4c. Repeat. Ed suddenly goes pale and blurts out, "You'll say yes, though, right?" Stede freezes in surprise, lips puckered in preparation of a kiss. 4d. Repeat. Stede throws his head back in a loud bark of laughter, straightening up and turning fully toward Ed to cup his cheek in his right hand and his shoulder with the other. Ed aims an embarrassed, besotted smile at him as Stede replies, "Ed, of course! Who could say no to you?"

5a. Repeat, both now in profile. The orange and yellow light of the sunrise is slowly spreading across the sky from the left. Ed straightens up from his lean to bring their foreheads together, still a bit red-cheeked and with a nervous edge to his smile as he lowers his gaze. He says, "You can say no if you want, though." Stede smiles at him with every ounce of tenderness he has, hands firm on his cheek and shoulder. He replies, "There's nothing I want more than to say yes to you, Ed. Permanent ink, remember?" 5b. Repeat. Stede moves his right hand from Ed's cheek to hook around his back, tugging him closer as he leans himself back. Ed stumbles forward with a helpless grin, cheeks even redder, bracing himself with his right hand on Stede's chest. When their eyes meet, Stede's smile turns teasing and faux-sinister, continuing, "You're stuck with me regardless. Foreverrr~" 5c. Repeat, larger and brighter, as Stede and Ed finally come together in an affirming kiss, the land behind them retreating to allow the sea and sky to fill the background. The sun finally breaches the horizon, sending glitter sparkling across the waves and gilding the pair in warm golden light. Ed's right hand is cupping the side of Stede's neck, thumb tracing through his sideburns, and Stede's right is hooked fully around his shoulders, cushioned in his soft hair. They are both smiling into the kiss, unhurried and in harmony.

6a. Repeat as they pull back from the kiss just far enough to meet each other's gaze, arms still around each other, Ed's right hand brushing Stede's cheek and Stede's buried in the back of Ed's hair. Ed smirks flirtatiously, eyes hooded, and says, "You know... I hear there's a traditional engagement sex sabbatical, too." Stede matches his expression, left hand sliding down Ed's shoulder to press against his lower back. Stede replies playfully, "Oh, is there? I suppose I can plan that part, then." 6b. Repeat. Ed brings his left hand up to mirror his right, cupping both of Stede's cheeks, and arches up on his toes to lean over Stede with a teasing grin. His movement forces Stede to arch his back in the first motions of a dip, hands briefly flying free of their grip on his future fiance to try to catch his balance. Their lips a centimeter apart, Ed hums, "Mmm, gimme a rehearsal, first." Stede tosses his head back with a giggle in response, eyes closed, cheeks pink. Hearts float above their heads. 6c. Shot at the bottom of the hill Stede and Ed are stationed on, the packed-dirt path to the house curving upward in the background, the stones and shells now more conservatively scattered. Amidst the tall grass and tropical plants lining the way are handmade wooden signs shaped like arrows pointing the way to the inn. Words carved into them say "this way!" and "best inn!" Pete and Lucius are in the foreground, walking down the hill towards the viewer, Pete's right arm still looped around his husband's shoulders. They still look very tired with dark circles beneath their eyes - Pete still hasn't opened his. Lucius has, barely, and is scowling his way forward with a furrowed brow, declaring, "We are leaving them the worst review." Pete nods solemnly. Text nearby points to them and says 'kept up all night by noises'. Pink hearts and exclamation points spill out behind them from the bend in the path, echoing the lovey-dovey noises from above that must have made their stay so insufferable. /end ID

A story of Love.

With you, I could summon the gods and the stars.

[id: digital sketch of Lucius and Pete's kiss scene in OFMD. Lucius is cupping Pete's face gently as he kisses him. /end id]

“Yeah, we love an audience.“

Bonus:

THEYRE COMING BACK TO US!!!

ofmd modern au where the crew goes to a roller rink:

neither ed nor stede can skate at all and spend the entire time holding hands to stop eachother falling over. they keep hyping eachother up over the most basic things; ed skates about 3 feet without assistance and stede goes nuts with praise, stede manages to spin in a tiny, slow circle and ed literally screams.

everybody is in full techno 80's neon clothing. it looks horrific. its brilliant. (lucius still has a scarf on but it is also neon)

the ONLY exception is izzy obviously. he is in full black apart from a little neon rainbow bracelet that ed got him and 'made' him wear.

speaking of; izzy is a phenominal skater and is just doing laps of the rink like, backwards and shit, spinning and doing the odd trick just because he can and totally ignoring everyone else.

lucius spends most of the time at the edge watching everyone else and drinking a slushie.

black pete is trying (and failing) to skate around and do tricks and lucius is watching with a big fond smile (and a lot of winces). "look at me babe! im- shit!" "you're doing great sweetie keep it up!"

jim is actually terrible and olu is pretty decent and he's been teaching them how to skate. jim's a fast learner but theyre still wobbly by the end of the trip. its very cute. olu is not usually one to brag but he will NOT stop making cracks about how nice it is for jim to be shit at something lmao

frenchie weaving in and out of the others placidly.

the swede is actually fantastic and he and izzy get into a trick battle of sorts - even though izzy is pretending like he isnt involved in this at all

buttons isnt skating at all - he dissapeared at the start and it turns out theres a DDR machine and he's been going balls to the wall nuts on it since they arrived and absolutely decimating the current high scores - completely straight faced.

frenchie, roach and wee john trying to have a dance battle in the middle of the rink. it sure does go.

Fic: H is for Handies

H is for Handies, by Amuly. 20k words, NC-17, Pete/Lucius OFMD

At just before dusk was when the light was magical for sketching. Or, so said Lucius. Pete sat with his head against Lucius’ shoulder, watching the sun set over the ocean. He wasn’t sure what all this magic lighting was that Lucius was talking about, but it sure was pretty. Didn’t understand how all the colors translated to making good sketching subjects, especially when Lucius was sketching in black and white, but Lucius was the artist. Lucius’ shoulder moved beneath Pete’s head as he worked, sketching but also writing too. Labeling, looked like: sketching the dish Roach had made tonight, and writing stuff with lines pointing to various items on the page.

“Whatchya doing?” Pete asked. He was careful not to nudge Lucius, since he didn’t want to mess up his work.

Without interrupting the scratch scratch scratch of his quill, Lucius replied: “Writing down the meal Roach cooked for us tonight.”

“I could tell that,” Pete pointed out.

“It’s the recipe,” Lucius explained. He moved his shoulder gently under Pete’s cheek. “You liked it so much, I figure I’d try and remember it, for future reference.”

Pete thought about that for a second. It never occurred to him to write down things he needed to remember, mostly because he couldn’t read or write. He just repeated things in his head until he remembered them (or forgot them). Sometimes he came up with little rhymes or tricks to remember really important stuff. Like, Lucius’ birthday was December thirtieth, which Pete remembered because it was one day short of New Year’s Eve, because with Lucius you needed a whole extra day to celebrate. Or, red sky at night, sailor’s delight, red sky in morning, sailor take warning, which was about storms coming in from the east. Or, for the directions, North East South West, he remembered because it was Never Eat Sour Watermelon. Which was kind of funny because he kind of liked sour watermelon, but anyway, it helped him remember his directions.

But Lucius: Lucius could just write it all down. He didn’t have to keep it all in his head. Of course, he had to keep all those letters and words in his head, so he could read them, but apparently that was easier than keeping everything else in his head. Less stuff to remember, somehow?

“Pete?”

Pete blinked out of his reverie. Lucius hadn’t stopped scribbling, but his attention was split now. Pete shook his head.

“Thanks. That’s nice.”

“Something on your mind?”

“Just, writing.” When Lucius hummed but said nothing, Pete figured he was waiting for him to say more. So he tried to articulate himself better, like Lucius was always encouraging him to: “How handy it is. Like, for remembering stuff.”

“You thinking about learning?” Lucius said, real casual-like.

And Pete knew he was being casual because he didn’t want to hurt Pete’s feelings. Make Pete feel inadequate, or stupid, just because he couldn’t read. Most the guys on the ship couldn’t read—hell, Pete was pretty sure Blackbeard couldn’t read. Didn’t need to: too busy being a total badass.

But, maybe it’d be nice, sometime.

And it was something to do with Lucius. A project they could work on together.

“Maybe…” Pete drawled. He nudged his shoulder into Lucius’. “But only if I get to bang the teacher. I kinda got a crush on him.”

Lucius beamed, turning away from his scribbling at last.

“You really want to learn? Or is this just like a roleplaying thing; like, you wanna sneak off somewhere and I tell you what a naughty schoolboy you are, and punish you for your sloppy lettering?”

“Why’s my lettering going to be sloppy?!” Pete complained. “Maybe I’m your star student and you want to reward me properly.”

Lucius snorted. “Uhhhh sure, babe. You’re number one in the class. …out of one.”

“Anyway, maybe I really want to learn?” Pete scratched his eyebrow. “I mean, give it a try, at least. If it sucks I can just quit. I got you for reading anything I need, after all.”

Lucius still seemed skeptical, or maybe hesitant. Pete realized he might be asking for something Lucius didn’t want to do at all. Teaching Pete to read was probably going to be tortuous, after all: maybe Lucius would rather not.

“You don’t gotta!” Pete rushed on, once the thought occurred to him. “I mean, it might not be any fun for you. Teaching me letters and junk.”

“No, no! That’s not it at all. I just… it could be hard work. Do you know any letters?”

Pete shook his head. “I mean, I know how to make an ‘X’?”

Lucius sucked at his teeth. Pete winced.

“Hey, no, forget about it. It was a stupid idea, anyway. You’re the reader, I don’t gotta be one, too. That’s just redundant, after all. Inefficient.”

But Lucius smiled at him and leaned in to give him a sweet little peck on his cheek.

“Hush, you silly man. Of course I’ll teach you. If you really want to.”

Pete shrugged. “Hey, if I end up wanting to chuck inkwells at your head, we’ll just quit and fuck off somewhere to bone.”

“Sounds like a win-win.” Lucius tapped his wooden finger against his lips, legs crossed and kicking as he thought. “You know, that gives me an idea on how to make this fun.”

Pete wiggled a little in excitement. Well, that had to bode well for his reading lessons.

(Continuing reading on AO3!)

Despite all sensible options, I started posting my new fic last night.

The Expectations We Hold For Ourselves

Canon-divergence AU where Mary agrees to go to sea for two months, only for the ship to be attacked by Blackbeard three weeks in.

archiveofourown.org/works/43164315

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Our Flag Means Death (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Black Pete/Lucius Spriggs, mild Lucius/Izzy flirting because hey it's me Characters: Black Pete (Our Flag Means Death), Lucius Spriggs, Israel Hands, and a bunch of shitty aristocrats Additional Tags: Podfic & Podficced Works, Podfic Length: 20-30 Minutes, how the hell do I tag this uh, it's essentially Pete and Lucius's version of the aristocrat party in episode 5, the title will make (slightly) more sense after chapter 2, I'm shit with titles that should be evident by now, Dancing, Foreplay, also diving into what I headcanon as Lucius's backstory, F slur, domestic abuse, Verbal Abuse, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Physical Abuse, Hyperventilating Summary:

Author's Summary: Izzy lost his beloved ring, and it's up to Pete and Lucius to get it back. Time to infiltrate the nobles!

I love this fic, I hope I did it justice! This is my most recent one and hopefully I’ll record more this weekend. I’ll be a little busy with Dublin Comic Con. Thanks again to @vera9 for granting podfic permission!

the absolute funniest way the petelucius matelotage party could end is a morning after scene with petelucius having a sweet comedic conversation in bed (hammock? idk how ships work). and then at the end of the scene izzy pops up between them also nude and unceremoniously gets out of bed and walks out

💀💀💀

chewing on petelucius

Saw this post and thought of Them. (drawn before s2 premiere lol)

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ID: Full body of Black Pete sitting on an overturned crate, arms gesturing to one side as if in the middle of speaking. Lucius is laying on his stomach on the floor nearby, hands propped on his chin and feet kicking behind him as he gazes lustfully at Pete with a smile and a floating heart by his head. Pete pauses and looks over at him as Lucius says, in the form of a screenshotted tumblr post from hatesuneenjoyer, "Hey, I'm sorry to interrupt your infodump, but do you mind if I suck you off while you talk? I think you really deserve it. :)" /end ID

meow and....lizard sounds ??? btw lizards name is izzy

commission for @googoogojob

it's going to be really fun watching stede trying to convince his crew to help him look for ed in the next season after he marooned them, convinced one of their partners to literally jump ship, and attempted to kill another.

stede there being like 'okay so he was probably just having a bad day!' and the rest of them glaring daggers back at him

I propose ✨illiterateJournalist✨ as the Pete and Lucius ship name. Just,, just a suggestion.⁉️

art dump from the last couple of days:)

(bonus better quality orange cake cause i liked it)