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Ash ✨A Fine Fish✨ 🍊🏴‍☠️🧜‍♂️ @widogastweb.bsky.social · 03/10/2026

Okay, I know this is probably him confirming Oct 3rd was when they kissed but also I haven’t been delulu in so long, let me be delulu.

A Threads post from David Jenkins that reads “💋🏴‍☠️”

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Ash ✨A Fine Fish✨ 🍊🏴‍☠️🧜‍♂️ @widogastweb.bsky.social · 24/09/2026

I completely forgot to share this! A couple months back, @thatmothra.bsky.social and @drcfxtina.bsky.social and I hung out for an afternoon on the beach, and we saw this lil guy who was missing a foot! Obviously, we named him Izzy. He hung around for quite a while before he flew off.

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Ash ✨A Fine Fish✨ 🍊🏴‍☠️🧜‍♂️ @widogastweb.bsky.social · 21/08/2026

I went to pirate camp and all I got was a wealth of friendship and a hyperfixation for bracelet making.

A stack of colorful friendship bracelets saying “Mermaid,” “Merperson” and “Merman.”

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Ash ✨A Fine Fish✨ 🍊🏴‍☠️🧜‍♂️ @widogastweb.bsky.social · 21/06/2026

Happy Father’s Day to whatever messy situation ends up with this masterpiece, I guess.

A Father’s Day card for a son-in-law, misplaced in a slot labeled “romantic”

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Ash ✨A Fine Fish✨ 🍊🏴‍☠️🧜‍♂️ @widogastweb.bsky.social · 21/06/2026

Happy Father’s Day to whatever messy situation ends up with this masterpiece, I guess.

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Ash ✨A Fine Fish✨ 🍊🏴‍☠️🧜‍♂️ @widogastweb.bsky.social · 13/06/2026

I’m asking on all my other platforms, so I may as well here. What should my haircut be? (Just cut, not color.)

A still from Masters of the Universe with He Man

Four photos of Emma D’Arcy in a blue shirt.

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Ash ✨A Fine Fish✨ 🍊🏴‍☠️🧜‍♂️ @widogastweb.bsky.social · 31/05/2026

My actual reaction: “Well yeah, he had a knife. That crab didn’t stand a chance. …OH WAIT.”

A Threads post that says “it’s like everybody forgets the turtle won.”

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Ash ✨A Fine Fish✨ 🍊🏴‍☠️🧜‍♂️ @widogastweb.bsky.social · 20/05/2026

What’s this! #WIPWednesday??? I have actually been plucking away at my Ye Olde T Dick Sucking fic featuring Pooh Bear Stede and dickmatized Ed. They are freaks, and I love them.

Stede straightens himself up in his spot on the settee, spreading his legs wider so his right foot rests on the floor. Casual but pointed. One of his many brands. One that drives Ed deliciously mad, proven by the sound of the door shutting and him saying, “Well, the fish are being elusive little fucks today. Looks like we’ll have to––oh.”
Stede leaves just enough of a pause between that and the smallest dip of his book, arching his brow as he eyes Ed over the pages. “Looks like we’ll have to what, darling?” he asks with all the innocence he can muster.
Ed doesn’t look him in the eye. His attentions are squarely fixed much lower than that, which sends that simmering heat in Stede’s hips into a gentle boil. Setting his fishing pole against the wall, Ed doesn’t blink, his tongue unconsciously darting out to wet his lips. It’s clear he’s trying to get his mouth to work, to say something resembling a response, but all that comes out is a mumbled, “Uh––mmhm. Yeah.”

It’s so cute, Stede can’t help but chuckle at him. “Edward?”
He finally blinks, prying his eyes off of Stede’s exposed cunt to look him in the eye, though he still looks dazed, like he’s sleep walking. “Yeah?” Ed repeats.
“Looks like we’ll have to do what?” Stede asks again. “You trailed off.”
The shock is wearing off now, and Ed’s face goes from pleasantly stunned to coy and calculating with the simple shift of the sunlight filtering in through the window over his face.
He takes a few measured steps into the sitting room, licking his lips again, but Stede knows it’s a conscious move this time, the way his tongue lingers over the bottom one as he glances back down. “Was gonna say it looks like we’ll have to get creative for dinner,” Ed says, his voice going low and smokey, “but I think I’ve already found something I’m hungry for.”

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Ash ✨A Fine Fish✨ 🍊🏴‍☠️🧜‍♂️ @widogastweb.bsky.social · 19/05/2026

I LITERALLY JUST SCREAMED WHILE WATCHING POP CULTURE JEOPARDY.

Even if Blackbeard really did hijack a wedding ship, he likely didn’t steal the bride and groom cake toppers as he did on this show.

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Ash ✨A Fine Fish✨ 🍊🏴‍☠️🧜‍♂️ @widogastweb.bsky.social · 15/05/2026

My sweet baby bean Oswin has been having some incontinence issues for the past day or so. Acting fine otherwise, but she’s almost 14 years old, so any new thing always gets me worried. Send me some nice Ed and Stede thoughts to distract me plz.

A small brown dachshund in a pile of blankets.

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Ash ✨A Fine Fish✨ 🍊🏴‍☠️🧜‍♂️ @widogastweb.bsky.social · 21/03/2026

I was really gunning for the snake tattoo notebook but could not in good conscience spend a hundred bucks on it. I did, however, walk away with some spoils!

Screenshot of the Edward Teach Ass Like a Peach crosstitch, saying I won the item.

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Ash ✨A Fine Fish✨ 🍊🏴‍☠️🧜‍♂️ @widogastweb.bsky.social · 09/03/2026

My painted tote bags are up! The cat flag has a few bids on it already too! www.32auctions.com/organization... www.32auctions.com/organization... www.32auctions.com/organization...

A tote with the cat flag from OFMD painted on it

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Ash ✨A Fine Fish✨ 🍊🏴‍☠️🧜‍♂️ @widogastweb.bsky.social · 20/02/2026

So, I ordered a bunch of canvas bags that I wanted to paint for the craft fair. Give me some inspo for OFMD things to paint on here! (I’m already planning on a Fuck Ice one.)

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Ash ✨A Fine Fish✨ 🍊🏴‍☠️🧜‍♂️ @widogastweb.bsky.social · 11/02/2026

In my employment news, I’ve started a job cleaning an office/factory building. So…

Ed saying “I’m a fisherman now” but fisherman is blacked out and is replaced by “janitor.”

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Ash ✨A Fine Fish✨ 🍊🏴‍☠️🧜‍♂️ @widogastweb.bsky.social · 30/01/2026

I am planning on making some hats and/or scarves with this gorgeous OFMD yarn that I bought over a year ago. The perfect thing to use it for, imho.

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Ash ✨A Fine Fish✨ 🍊🏴‍☠️🧜‍♂️ @widogastweb.bsky.social · 20/01/2026

I cannot recommend this book enough. A very realistic “self-help” book (loosest of terms) that focuses on getting you to understand that we’re all only humans who have a finite capacity for productivity. Has really helped with the guilt of not writing “enough” and task paralysis.

A book titles Meditations for Mortals: Four Wreks to Embrace Your Limitations and Make Time for What Counts by Oliver Burkeman.

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Ash ✨A Fine Fish✨ 🍊🏴‍☠️🧜‍♂️ @widogastweb.bsky.social · 18/01/2026

Heated Rivalry, but it’s whatever these two have going on.

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Ash ✨A Fine Fish✨ 🍊🏴‍☠️🧜‍♂️ @widogastweb.bsky.social · 12/01/2026

Why do work and responsibilities exist? I just wanna hang out with my buddies, eat good food, get tattoos, and pet dogs. It was a magical time.

Jaime and me smiling in front of a tattoo shop window

Jaime and me smiling in front of a red lighthouse on Lake Michigan.

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Ash ✨A Fine Fish✨ 🍊🏴‍☠️🧜‍♂️ @widogastweb.bsky.social · 07/01/2026

More proof I need to get out more lol I consider “stayed” to be like a week or more with close friends/family. Visit seems more like, I have no personal connection there but was there and did touristy things for a decent amount of time. tenpages.github.io/us-level/us....

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Ash ✨A Fine Fish✨ 🍊🏴‍☠️🧜‍♂️ @widogastweb.bsky.social · 02/01/2026

The new year always makes me want to redecorate my house, so guess what I finally got 🦩

A pillow made from the depression robe fabric

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Ash ✨A Fine Fish✨ 🍊🏴‍☠️🧜‍♂️ @widogastweb.bsky.social · 29/12/2025

Yes, I’ve started a whole note doc just for these. Don’t judge me.

An Apple Notes app note titled “Horny OFMD Fic Thoughts”

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Ash ✨A Fine Fish✨ 🍊🏴‍☠️🧜‍♂️ @widogastweb.bsky.social · 25/12/2025

Me rocking up to my family get togethers, knowing it’s going to be hours of getting misgendered and deadnamed:

Shot from SpongeBob of Squidwsrd wearing a button that says “I really wish I weren’t here right now.”

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Ash ✨A Fine Fish✨ 🍊🏴‍☠️🧜‍♂️ @widogastweb.bsky.social · 18/12/2025

Got my Covid and flu vaxes yesterday so I’m trying to get through this work shift like

Kelly Kapoor from the Office looking tired.

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Ash ✨A Fine Fish✨ 🍊🏴‍☠️🧜‍♂️ @widogastweb.bsky.social · 17/12/2025

I got a pap smear today, and I always love the moment when the doctor’s gone and you’re putting your clothes back on, and then you just catch yourself in the mirror looking like

A picture of Marcus the Worm. He has a lumpy orange body, very long limbs, and bugged eyes.

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Ash ✨A Fine Fish✨ 🍊🏴‍☠️🧜‍♂️ @widogastweb.bsky.social · 10/12/2025

Happy #WIPWednesday! Just a little more of my Christmas fic, where Alma has completely misjudged her dad’s relationship to Santa Claus.

Because Dad got closer––closer––even closer to Santa. So close that he was able to wrap his arms around his neck. He smiled with that secretive grin again and asked, “So, have I been a good boy this year?”
“What the––” Louis whispered beside her, but Alma clamped a hand around his mouth before he could blow their cover. To be fair, she was thinking the exact same thing. What the hell, what the hell, what the freaking HELL.
She nearly shriveled up into a husk as Santa slid his arms around Dad’s middle and hugged him close––so close that the wispy bits of his white beard curled up against his cheek. “For the most part,” Santa answered, his voice losing its jolliness, going so low that Alma could hardly hear him. “Though, I do have you on record doing some very naughty things.”
Dad made a mock frown. “Surely a couple naughty things here and there doesn’t get one on the Naughty List?”
“Not usually, no,” Santa said, “but some of those things are pretty deeply naughty.”

And Dad leaned in––how was that even possible? There was hardly any space between them anymore––and said, “Maybe I can make up for it?”
“Not a lot of time left for that,” Santa chuckled.
“Oh, trust me, Mr. Claus,” Dad said. “Once you see your Christmas gift, I’ll be going straight to the top of the Nice List, no question.”
“We’ll see about that,” Santa said.
And––
No.
NO.
NO NO NOPE NUH-UH NO WAY NO NO NO.

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Ash ✨A Fine Fish✨ 🍊🏴‍☠️🧜‍♂️ @widogastweb.bsky.social · 06/12/2025

I’m doing WIP Waturday because I need you all to get as excited for my dopey little Christmas fic as I am. Alma and Louis get a little more than they ask for when they spy on Santa Claus.

Alma’s eyes went wide.
Her logical arguments all started fading away, because yeah, that wasn’t Dad. Not the right build or height. His back was to them as he took another cookie off the plate and munched, but even without seeing his face, Alma knew that wasn’t her dad. He didn’t move the same way, didn’t stand in place in the awkward-yet-confident way Dad did––kind of like a pelican who thought he was a bald eagle. And the cookies––Dad’s been yapping nonstop about how high his sugar levels were at his last doctor appointment, so he’s been trying to stay away from sweets. There’s no way he’d be eating a plate of homemade snickerdoodles. He saw for himself how much sugar she and Ed put in those. Not a chance he would even go after one of those.
And––well––if it wasn’t Dad…
“Holy shit,” she muttered. “It’s Santa.”
“Told you,” Louis said, shoving her arm.

She shoved him back, but her attention was quickly drawn back to the scene in the living room. The plate on the mantle, from what she could see from where she sat, was empty. He must have been hungry––he usually left at least one or two of them for them to have in the morning. As he munched, his back still turned, he leaned down to the foot of the Christmas tree and adjusted the wrapped boxes that sat underneath the pine branches. (Jeez, she’d been so distracted by her whole concept of reality being shattered, she hadn’t even noticed the presents. That’s how serious this was.) He hummed to himself as he did so, and it was even more proof that it wasn’t Dad. His voice was low and buttery, not high and nasally like Dad’s.
It was fascinating. Like watching a wild animal in its natural habitat. She wished she brought her phone with her so she could take pictures or a video. Document this somehow so Billy Badminton could choke on his words right in front of her as she presented her irrefutable evidence.
Just as she was about to sneak back to her room for it, though, a shadow stretched out across the living room floor from the kitchen doorway.
“Oh! Look who it is!”

Yep. It definitely wasn’t Dad in a Santa costume. Because Dad himself padded into the living room, already in his silky teal pajamas, gold bathrobe, and house slippers. Weird. He was never usually up so late. Somedays, he was asleep before her or Louis. But he was awake and alert as he walked across the creaky wood flooring, shoving his phone into his bathrobe pocket. He smiled, and it was––weird. It was the kind of smile he had only when he thought no one was looking at him. The kind that made him look like he was in on some kind of secret joke.
And Alma knew, even though she couldn’t see his face, Santa was in on the same joke. Just with the way he turned toward Dad and leaned against the mantle on his elbow. “And shouldn’t you be asleep, little boy?” Santa asked. Again, a low tone. A lot closer to the mall Santas she’d encountered in the past. She would have thought that would have been an inaccurate stereotype. Interesting.
Dad chuckled as he drew closer. “I thought you’d know if I was awake.”
Santa snickered, though it was a bit higher pitched than before. He cleared his throat, though, and said in his lower, jollier voice, “My Santa Senses must be buggy today.”
“Mmm,” Dad said with a nod. “Bad day for those to be going haywire, huh?”
“Tell me about it.”

Dad laughed again. Again, weird. He wasn’t surprised at all about Santa freaking Claus standing in the middle of their living room. It was like they knew each other. Dad had casually mentioned to Louis a few weeks ago that he had Santa’s phone number, so yes, he would for sure get the message about the Lego dinosaur set he wanted. Alma thought he was kidding, just making something up to get Louis to shut up about the Legos already. But maybe it wasn’t a lie. Maybe he was actually friends with Santa. What a thing to keep from them! The betrayal! She’d definitely have to give him a hard time about that later.
Except…
Oh.
Wait.
What?
Maybe friends wasn’t the right word.
Because Dad got closer––closer––even closer to Santa. So close that he was able to wrap his arms around his neck. He smiled with that secretive grin again and asked, “So, have I been a good boy this year?”
“What the––” Louis whispered beside her, but Alma clamped a hand around his mouth before he could blow their cover. To be fair, she was thinking the exact same thing. What the hell, what the hell, what the freaking HELL.

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Ash ✨A Fine Fish✨ 🍊🏴‍☠️🧜‍♂️ @widogastweb.bsky.social · 03/12/2025

Yes, I may have been Going Through Something™️ this year. Why do you ask?

Spotify wrapped screenshot confirming all of my top songs of the year were from Stick Season by Noah Kahan.

Spotify Wrapped screenshot

Top artists: 1. Noah Kahan, 2. Chappell Roan 3. Ninja Sex Party 4. Hozier 5. Phoebe Bridgers.

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Ash ✨A Fine Fish✨ 🍊🏴‍☠️🧜‍♂️ @widogastweb.bsky.social · 22/11/2025

STOP. This is a selfie checkpoint. You must repost with a cute selfie to proceed.

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Ash ✨A Fine Fish✨ 🍊🏴‍☠️🧜‍♂️ @widogastweb.bsky.social · 21/11/2025

I want to learn to draw solely so I can give Ed Teach novelty claw clips.

A person with long dark hair being held up by a claw clip shaped like a Wet Floor sign that says “CAUTION: OVERSTIMULATED. DO NOT APPROACH”

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Ash ✨A Fine Fish✨ 🍊🏴‍☠️🧜‍♂️ @widogastweb.bsky.social · 07/11/2025

Told my spouse to get some candid shots of me at a book thing I did tonight, and… This goes in all the documentaries if I end up getting murdered lol

A pic of me in front of a wall of illustrated books leaning my elbow on a table. My face is twisted up midsentence.

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Ash ✨A Fine Fish✨ 🍊🏴‍☠️🧜‍♂️ @widogastweb.bsky.social · 05/11/2025

Just got the best comment on this 😂 If you want to read about an omega and an alpha live-streaming their rut/heat while trying not to fall in love, @thatmothra.bsky.social and I have just the thing for you. James Joyce can eat it. archiveofourown.org/works/718566...

Ao3 comment that reads “This is the single greatest concept in the history of literature; suck it, James Joyce.”

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Ash ✨A Fine Fish✨ 🍊🏴‍☠️🧜‍♂️ @widogastweb.bsky.social · 05/11/2025

Happy #WIPWednesday from the omegaverse porn boys! Ed is having the best dream. Or is it? 👀 (CW: somnophilia)

Alpha.
Alpha.
It’s the only word that comes to him in the dark as he relents to the building pleasure rolling over his body. No sight, no sound. Just one word for a thought.
Alpha.
That bliss drags him under with every pulse––a sequence of waves that catches him in its rip current and drags him below the surface, only letting up momentarily, just enough for a breath before he’s sucked back beneath its overpowering force. It’s overwhelming. Almost too much. But it’s so perfect, ricocheting through his core so perfectly––maybe giving in and drowning wouldn’t be so bad.
Alpha.
He thinks it again as those waves grow higher, as the warm ripples shudder through him over and over and over and––

He can’t catch his breath anymore. He’s officially caught in the undertow. Limbs giving out. Nerve endings surrendering themselves to unending rapture as the largest wave crests, heaving him into the air.
Alpha.
Alpha.
My alpha. My alpha. My––
The wave crashes. And he becomes part of it. Dissolving into particles, his atoms melding with the same atoms that break against the shoreline, rending him down to such tiny motes that he doesn’t know where he stops and the pleasure of the release begins. Even after he cracks against the shoreline. Even as he feels himself coming back together, those subatomic particles arranging themselves into a flushed chest, a sweaty mane of hair, an arched back, fingers wound into bedsheets…
“Oh, fuck,” his reassembled voice croaks.
“That’s it, darling. I’ve got you. Just breathe.”

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