creature is a real dog

Dyke Knights! Now in colour!

3/9💙
#ミクの日 #ミクの日2026

was on the fence about RBB and accidentally passed out at 6pm last night before hitting send on my slide submissions so ig fate made the choice for me :')

he's so cute

a screenshot of the music video Planet of the Bass, it has a man in a white outfit and angel wings, a woman in a robe and a crown, the caption reads "Women are my favorite guy"

happy international women's day to all my international women

A three panel comic by @alibeehaw Panel 1 - drawing of Stede dressed as The Gentleman Pirate. The speech bubble says “something extremely stupid” Panel 2 - Ed in his leathers with his eyes wide open with a “…” over his head Panel 3 - Ed’s brows are furrowed in confusion with a “?!” over his head. This panel has a rainbow overlay

I can’t watch this scene without thinking about this perfect comic by @alibeehaw.bsky.social

okay well this worked before

🕯️ 🍆 🌮
🕯️ 👅
🍰 Con & Rhys 🕯️
😩 sloppy makeouts 👄
🕯️ 🕯️
🗡️ 🕯️ 💦

Two of my favorite pictures from a pride photoshoot I did with the dolls back in 2024. 🌈

#OurFlagThinksSpring

screenshot of an Indeed.com job listing for a Special Agent position with the FBI in DC.

ya know it's weird i always assumed FBI agents were hired like... outta special fbi agent school or something? but now that i live near DC i see special agent job listings pop up on indeed pretty often and it always catches me off guard

meme of muscular man driving car but he's about to hit stede bonnet all wet and waving

izzy's revenge

real feminism is, and I cannot stress this enough, when women are free to be insane perverts

Desert Vigil - desert animals paying their respects to a lone cowboy for this month’s riso print

(Cw gore) Leisure in rot

i didn't need a sex scene those looks said more then any hole could

Izzy in S1 Episode 3 looking at Stede with incredulous disdain.

Stede in S1 Episode 3, looking at Izzy with bitchy disdain.

Izzy in S2 Episode 5 looking at Stede with a faintly fond smile.

Stede in S2 Episode 6 watching Izzy sing with a soft happy look on his face.

still not over that this was their CANON progression and i'm supposed to what, *not* ship stizzy?? when they look at each other like that for real on my screen???

A bit of smut of them?
#ofmd #ofmdnsfw #edizzy #izzyhands

fellas is it gay to sniff your first mate while knuckle-deep in his pussy?

this is the season one finale we could have had if david jenkins wasn't a coward

meme of muscular man driving car but he's about to hit stede bonnet all wet and waving

izzy's revenge

Screenshot of a Reddit post in r/cowboyboots. A photo of fancy cowboy boots in a box. Post caption says: New boot goofing. Just got these in today. My first pair of Tony Lama and man do they fit great. Love me some cutter toe.

The same post but the picture has changed. The same boots are now being worn by some absolutely JACKED legs being shown first person view looking down. Veins are popping. No socks seem to be involved. Pants may not be involved either. The boots do look like they fit great.

captain calico jack new boot goofing

Wiggle wiggle! 🌟

a messy drawing of Ed's appreciation for Stede's legs

i remembered it exists..the prompt was "legs" omg stede looks dead XD #leggyblonde #gentlebeard

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Text reads: Stede is nude, sitting cross legged beside his bed and watching Izzy sleep. His arms are folded on the linens, head tilted to look up the length of Izzy’s body at his face, still slack and soft. He’s laying on his back, uncovered, settled into the cradle of a feather pillow. He’s covered in sweat, his dark hair scattered and messy with fluids. There’s a sticky shine along his cheeks and beard – the lingering indication of spittle and precum that coated his face the night before. Stede’s cock twitches at the memory. He readjusts on the floor, keeping his eyes on Izzy’s lips. “Izzy?” he hums. He shouldn’t wake him, he really shouldn’t. After how many times he bred him last night, it’s irresponsible of him as an Alpha to not let him rest. But Stede wants. He wants so badly he thinks he might simply combust, and then who would lead the crew? Izzy doesn’t respond. There’s a soft snore, and the twitch of his forehead, and then he’s back to stillness. Stede huffs, blond hair fluttering across his cheek. He reaches out a hand, slides it purposefully up Izzy’s thigh. The drag of hair tickles his palm, and Izzy’s muscles react to the touch, tensing and then stretching as Izzy rouses. He looks down at Stede with a deadpan expression, but doesn’t stop him when his pointer and thumb meet around the base of Izzy’s cock.

Text reads: “May I?” Stede asks, as if he isn’t already teasing a finger along just beneath Izzy’s glans. “Don’t you get tired of that thing?” Izzy groans, but Stede doesn’t miss the way his hands curl. Or the way his cock fills, the small length rising upward to peek just barely over the top of his loose fist. “Just fuck me if you’re horny. You’re wasting your time.” “Aren’t you out of your heat?” Stede asks, conversationally. He already knows the answer. Can smell it on Izzy as if it’s written across his chest in big bright letters. Stede takes pride in knowing the way Izzy feels without the exhausting frivolity of bullying the information out of the omega. It was a hard-earned skill, born of time and intimacy. “Or are you still aching for my seed, my sweet Israel?” “Oh my God shut the fuck up Bonnet.” He doesn't need to scent Izzy to understand that. Stede swallows down the alpha instinct to correct him and gives a squeeze to his cock instead.

Text reads: Izzy’s reaction is immediate – hips stuttering upward, thighs spreading to expose the sticky, soft lips of his cunt. They part slow to reveal a deep, dusky pink within. Stede recalls how they’d appeared just a few hours prior, coated a milky white. He leans in, breathes deep. Musk and sweat and the fading tang of heat muddle together at the top of his mouth. Stede follows the path of Izzy’s mound, breath ghosting over the wrinkled skin of his balls, to paint the dribble of salty pre at the tip of Izzy’s cock across his parted lips. Izzy’s gasps. Only the lingering submission of his heat keeps his hands at his sides, even as Stede pulls Izzy into his mouth with that firm, torturous suction he’s somehow perfected. Izzy’s toes curl. His thighs tense, and Stede’s hands run soothing along the insides, up into the seam of his groin, to rub circles into the sleep-baked skin. His lips reach the furred base of Izzy’s cock and he lingers, flexing the back of his tongue against the head. Izzy whimpers, a warm burst of flavor coating Stede’s mouth and filling the back of his throat.

Text reads: Stede breathes deeply through his nose and stays put. It’s no secret that Izzy’s racing thoughts all on their own are enough to push him over the edge. This wouldn’t be the first time the simple act of holding Israel inside him got Stede what he wanted. He peeks up through his long lashes and sees Izzy staring right back at him, flushed, a cycle of emotions playing across the creasing of his brow and the quick, panting breaths that part his wetted lips. They regard each other, and Stede can practically hear Izzy’s thoughts fighting with each other – bright and violent as startled birds. A wave of Izzy’s scent rolls over him. Another twitching gush of fluid coats his already spit-soaked mouth, settling in the curve of his rounded tongue and the ridges of his soft palate. “Is it good?” he sees Izzy whisper. Barely heard. Scented only in the faint perfume of want and need and love that mingles with Stede’s own. Stede reaches up, presses gently on one curled fist to coax it into his open hand. Izzy whines low in the back of his throat. Slowly his fingers unfurl, one by one. His palm is bared, exposed for only a moment before Stede is pressing it to his own, his vulnerable skin shielded by the scent and skin and power of his alpha.

🖤 i only threw this party for you 🖤

stizzy nsfw || you're perfect

[ #stizzy #stedebonnet #izzyhands #drabble #shortfic #ofmd #ofmdfic #creaturetongue ]

Light is scarce. Izzy’s head is stuffed with gauze, white and shining as the moon outside the window. The hand around his throat is familiar, but different. A palmful of fur. Hot breath across his face. It fills his mouth. He wants to be okay. He’s not scared of death, even when it pants wetly in his face. “Help me,” Edward says, and it’s not quite Edward. Still dark eyes and brown skin. Still long hair in messy waves. Still strong shoulders and sharp jaw and the messy growth of his butchered beard. But his eyebrows are thick, twisted in agony, black and furred. His pointed fangs stretch the limits of his mouth, pulling his lips into a wide grimace that Izzy echoes with gritted teeth. “Help yourself,” Izzy groans, his own fingers meeting around Edward’s wrist. He realizes he’s naked when the drifting curtain of Edward’s robe brushes his bare stomach. “Or did your fucking pansy of a boyfriend tell you he didn’t like it?”

Edward snarls. His body jerks forward, lips meeting Izzy’s, and they kiss so hard and sudden that Izzy’s head slams against the wall. A kaleidoscope of light explodes in his vision, underpinned by the sharp tear of his lips across Edward’s hungry teeth. They both taste blood, and Edward shudders. “He doesn’t know?” Izzy whispers against Ed’s lips, and there’s a cruelty in it that turns Izzy’s stomach. “Never had the honor of seeing you like this?” With your hands around his throat? With his blood in your mouth? “I don’t want to be a monster,” Edward says. Izzy has heard it before. Has said it before, in fact. He knows it like a mantra. It twists inside his chest like a knife and inside his dreams like a balm. “But you are a monster,” Izzy growls back and Edward whines. “You’re a monster. That’s okay. It’s okay. Be a monster.”

Edward’s mouth stretches impossibly wide. A snake wrapping jaws around its prey. Saying, I will take you in to sustain myself, but I will not break you until you are in the softest parts of me. Until I can constrict with everything in me and shape you to myself as I shape myself to you. His teeth settle around Izzy’s face, tongue lolling to drape and press across his chin. Izzy stiffens, then settles. Lets his hand fall. Lets his arms go limp, the path of his fingertips brushing across Edward’s furred hips. The hand at his chest has grown cruel claws, and they dig into him so easily he almost doesn’t feel it. Surgical, right into the space where his heart should be. Hot breath from the deepest part of Edward rushes over Izzy. His mouth is so long. So full of teeth and poison and words. Izzy cannot close his eyes. Cannot stop looking at that place he will become. Behind him the moon bursts through the clouds. It highlights the shimmer of teeth. Izzy feels detached and grounded all at once. Anchored by the pressure points at his scalp, and grazing the soft pulsing skin of his throat.

Izzy hears a younger Edward, torn and bloody, laying on shore and reeking of death. Iron and rot. The hot salt of tears. “The moon is full. Don’t you know mate? That’s when everything happens.” Edward wraps a stretched hand around his waist. The heat of his erection bobs between them. Izzy can’t see it, but he feels the pointed tip slip between the spread of his thighs, filling the all seeing eye of his core. The triangle thrums in time with his pulse. He thinks he feels the robe flutter in pieces around him. Tattered streamers. Celebration. “Do it,” he speaks into the heated crosswind of Edward’s breath. And it could mean anything. The teeth are still there, surrounding him. A cavern. A fox trap. A wire hoop snared around his insides, pulling them out through his cunt. “What’s the worst that could happen?” Izzy says, long ago. “What’s the worst that will happen?” Edward replies, from somewhere else.

🖤 I want your quiet // your screaming and thrashing 🖤

edizzy nsfw || cw: blood, wounds, painful sex, whump

[ #edizzy #edwardteach #izzyhands #drabble #shortfic #nsfwofmd #ofmd #ofmdfic #creaturetongue ]

What is the softest thing in the world? I think of the pink sky when I met you at the pier. The way you touch my arm when I try to turn away. Your eyelashes on my shoulder when we lay together. Your palm against mine in the dark. The space just above your thumb. Your eyes when you first wake up. Your voice when you ask me to come with you. How you smile when I say yes. I think of bread pressed into my shaking hand. The way you whisper when you’re scared of getting caught. Laughter when we make it through another day. Fresh raised marks along my back. Silent tears. Cradling your face in my hands. Our lips pressed together. How you breathe when you want more but don’t know how to ask. I think of ink being stabbed into my skin. Well worn leather. The give of bruised flesh. Your thumb against my tongue. Your hair around my wrist. Your fingers brushing my throat. The clouds in the evening, tinged pink. The softest thing in the world. Let it be me when I’m with you.

🖤 that i'd walk so far just to take // the injury of finally knowing you 🖤

edizzy || softness

[ #edizzy #edwardteach #izzyhands #drabble #shortfic #ofmd #ofmdfic #creaturetongue ]

a blonde white man with a cute silly smile holds a full fucking glass of milk up to the camera. text reads "enjoying my pre show milk". he's wearing a black t-shirt with "RD" and a lightning bolt. it's a screenshot of Rhys Darby's Instagram story. fucking disgusting. i hate how much i love him.

chugging my coffee before therapy like

original izzy hands character design do not steal

[ #izzyhands #ofmd #ourflagmeansdeath #stamp ]

MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!!!
here this two amazing commissions for the amazing @creaturefandom.bsky.social
She is with her fav boys
#OFMD #izzyhands #stedebonnet #ourflagmeansdeath

A cartoon drawing of Stede riding on the back of a large white dog. He's waving a red piece of fabric in his hand as they run along.

💛 red in the morning, blue in the evening sun 💛

don't worry ed, your heart is safe!

🎨\ @imrights.bsky.social

[ #stede #ofmd #creature #edward #gentlebeard ]

trying not to think about how our flag means death season one came out in 2022