#ofmd blackbonnet
How to properly terrify your co-captain 101
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An umbrella big enough for the two of them
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I am manifesting that the crew somehow ends up in China and they have to face off with Zheng Yi Sao.
I mean it’s kinda time accurate…
gonna post this to my insta soon but. I JUST WANT THEM TO BE HAPPY. also the shading was so super tough my god-
welcome back to me writing ofmd headcanons. this time? ALL neurodivergent headcanons because FUCK YOU
- i will NOT SHUT UP ABOUT ED’S FABRIC SHIT it is so relatable especially for me.
- anyway :)
- not only does he like the feeling of smooth textures, he also likes a lighter fabric. he focuses mostly on the texture rather than weight, so the feel of it especially matters
- on the flip side, stede is MUCH more weight oriented. he appreciates when a fabric is much tighter to him. he’ll also sleep wearing at least four blankets just for the little bit of pressure on his chest
- I GOT REVENGE CREW HEADCANONS TOO BACAUSE I LOOOOVE ALL MY BLORBOS
- frenchie vocally stims because i say so. bitch’ll repeat lyrics over and over again. he also will play the air lute(? i think that’s what he has) as a minor spacing out thing
- jim’s also selectively mute. in those moments, they’ll just gently rock back and forth, or have olu do all the basic speaking for them.
- speaking of jim and olu
- the two of them have a weird noise language (also not projecting me and my partner at ALL what are you saying). they vaguely grunt and squeak at each other, and know that “oh they want me to give them the glass over there”. it’s quite impressive to watch
- i also believe ed would have selective mutism, but it’s only usually when he’s super overstimulated. when this happens, stede just basically gives the crew off, and sits with ed until he feels okay again.
- stede is VERY particular about routines and things happening as he sees it (i’m not projecting you’re projecting). he writes very specific itineraries, and though he might not say it, he gets VERY distressed when his outings don’t go to plan
- ed 100% is the bitch to be like “yeah alright i’ll clean up once i finish this up” and then NEVER cleans. stede either
gentlyaggressively reminds him after a few hours. if that doesn’t work, he’ll drag ed’s greasy ass into a bath to make him clean - stede rocks on the balls of his feet. also, rambles like there’s no tomorrow. man gets So Excited about Everything (and ed will just sit there and give him heart eyes)
- ed does silly little schmoves. kinda like full body stims? idk i like when he does silly dances like in episode eight
- edit: FORGOT TO ADD AN IMPORTANT COUPLE OF THINGS
- ed does the thing where he goes “it’s That Thing” and does a vague hand gesture until it clicks in his mind five minutes later
- stede will go from tangent to tangent to tangent and yet it all somehow connects?? in the end??
- frenchie has the windows computer disease where you ask him a question, he goes “huh?” and then as you’re about to repeat it, he answers it. man gets it he’s just bad at processing
- stede has incredible “there’s a method to my madness” syndrome, and ed has “i cannot see the object anymore because i left the room” disease. both suffer from “wait. what did i need again” illness.
thank you for reading. ik im clinically insane but Who Cares anymore
out of curiosity. when stede brings ed tea in ep 7 and ed’s like “oh that’s perfect, you got it just right.” do you think ed just likes the way stede normally makes tea or is he approving of the way stede has perfected making their tea the way ed normally likes it.
before stede, ed’s always drunk his tea black.
that’s just been the way of it. has been since he was a kid, since tea could be had and sugar couldn’t. even if they had it, no one would waste seven sugars on a boy like edward teach. then he’s on ships, drinking grog more than tea anyway, and everything’s rationed again. a bit of milk and a couple of sugars for a deck hands tea is about as likely as a handful of diamonds.
edward teach grows up, though.
blackbeard is the sort of captain who can have a fistful of diamonds, and a dollop of milk and seven sugars as well, if he likes. but one thing ed’s always been good at is becoming what the situation calls for – he can be a devil or a god both, depending on who’s asking; he can be a navigator or a negotiator or a dramatist, depending on which way the winds are blowing.
the situation never calls for softness. the indulgence of a pirate captain isn’t had in comforts.
but then there’s stede bonnet, and stede bonnet is a bastard in a silk dressing gown, an enigma with gold curls and a library full of books he doesn’t even realise are special. many times, he says he’s read them, and ed can’t even imagine the indulgence of it – the timeall that reading must have taken, pissed away in nothing but stories. he reads to his crew every night, lets them share in the stories. ed sits next to him and smokes his pipe, and if he sometimes rests a hand on stede’s thigh, or a shoulder, or even his head, well. he still wears his sword and his gun, and the crew says nothing.
stede says everything. it’s incredible how much stede says; it’s incredible how much he has to say. he chatters constantly about what he’s doing, where he’s going, what decisions need to be made, how he’s making them. after a week ed gets used to it. after two, he craves it. misses the noise when it’s gone.
tea?he says, and then when ed says yes, milk and sugar?
nah, ed replies, automatic, but then – why not? actually, do it like you do.
stede smiles, the kind of smile he smiles when he’s got a secret, or when he’s sharing one. ed isn’t sure which it is; maybe both. he stirs in a dollop of milk and two sugars, and when he hands the cup to ed, it’s almost good.
huh, ed says, looking down at the cup. i’ve never really had this with milk and sugar before.
what, never? stede takes a sip of his own. takes a bit of the edge off it, i think. is it good?
tea’s never been good, per se. ed has drunk it for the ritual of it, for the heat, for the boost to his brain, but it’s not good.
almost, ed says now. sure.
stede waves a careless hand at the tea service lucius had laid out for them on the table. go on, then. make it however you like.
ed almost says he doesn’t know how he’d like, but perhaps that’s still too big of something to say. he stands at the tea service and sneaks sugars into his tea, one by one, until he finally takes a sip and thinks, ah. now i get it.
when he sits back down on the settee, his aching knee propped up by a pillow, stede is watching him, his grin turned almost smug. what?ed asks.
seven sugars, stede says, with not a little cheek. still just the dollop of milk?
oh sod off, i just–
stede laughs. not at all, no, no. i just wanted to know, you know. in case i ever was making you a cuppa.
oh. well. that’s all right then, isn’t it? ed takes a sip of his tea, running his tongue over his teeth; there’s almost a slurry of sugar at the bottom, but he likes it, likes the bite of it. the sharp sweetness reminds him of stede himself – derangement in a silk dressing gown.
yeah,ed says, meeting stede’s gaze in the firelight. yeah, all right then. dollop of milk. seven sugars. and you take yours with two. just, you know. in case it’s ever me making the cuppa.
stede’s smile crinkles his eyes at the corners. ed feels the warmth of the tea all the way down into his chest, and the sweetness, too.
hello it’s currently 7 am and i’m experiencing shrimp emotions
sorry i’m actually crying laughing at this whole post holy shit-
give edward teach, also known as blackbeard, a phone with a spiral cord. let the man twirl the SHIT out of it as he kicks his feet and tells izzy about this ADORABLE man he met, while izzy just clenches the receiver with pure white hot rage.
side note: stede has an old candlestick phone because i said so, and the comedic imagery of him holding the ear piece makes me giggle.
Chibi pirates
FUCK YESSS!!!!
My friend barely last week convinced me (threatened me) to watch “Our Flag Means Death” and I’ve been DEVASTATED ever since. I NEEDED MORE.
Then today I get the news, on pride month, that this series got confirmed for a season 2….
FUCKING ECSTATIC I AM.
I LOVE THESE GAY PIRATES AND TINY ANGRY IZZY.
“We could get a new boat, new names, new backstories. Everything. We could go somewhere they’ll never find us.”
So this took about 6 hours to paint and I’m pretty pleased. I think Izzy was the only choice for the waiter standing at the back.
