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tragicallynerdy

@tragicallynerdy.bsky.social

yer fav queer canadian who writes fanfic about pirates and noodles about. tealoranges, Jim rare ships, and garlic souper. mid-30s, they/them. 18+ only! Co-captain of @garlicsoupweek.bsky.social & @ofmdrareships.bsky.social! Mod of @ofmdevents.bsky.social‬

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Samm - COMMS OPEN 🏳️‍⚧️🏴‍☠️🏳️‍🌈@aliassamm.bsky.social · 3d ago

Secondly, I'm excited to share that I've posted a new $10 (USD) digital art zine to my Ko-Fi!! It's a collection of 52 full colour pin-up drawings that are mostly of Stede, but there are also a number of drawings of Ed. This zine includes some newly finished drawings as well! ko-fi.com/s/ec1c284ba8

Stede Bonnet Pin-up Zine - Samm's Ko-fi Shop

A zine of 52 full colour pin-up-style Our Flag Means Death fan artworks drawn by Samm. Most of the collection is made up of drawings of Stede Bonnet, ...

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Samm - COMMS OPEN 🏳️‍⚧️🏴‍☠️🏳️‍🌈@aliassamm.bsky.social · 3d ago

First, TYSM to everyone who has bought a comm from me! I have truly been loving bringing your ideas to life!! I can happily say that I have some new slots open for new comm requests! Details in the requoted poster. Scroll down for my second announcement! 👇👇👇

Samm - COMMS OPEN 🏳️‍⚧️🏴‍☠️🏳️‍🌈@aliassamm.bsky.social · 2mo ago

This is my 1st time offering comms (outside of auctions). I'm trying to get ahead of the squeeze I'm going to face later this summer before my next funding comes through. I know times are hard for a lot of people, so no pressure and any help you can offer is greatly appreciated! 🫶 #OFMDfanart

At the top the illustration says Commissions by Samm, All prices in USD. Below that it says $15 colour pfp with some examples next to it. Below that are two sections. The one on the left says Single character $20 B&W and $35 colour. There are examples below. On the right it says Two Characters $35 B&W and $55 colour with some examples below. An additional note says $15 per add. character. In a heart on the left it says Special Stede or Ed colour pin-up $30. Next to that it says SFW + NSFW. At the bottom is an email address: botblarg at gmail dot com. There is also a message that says DM on Bluesky or Ko-Fi with the following information: Bsky: aliassamm, ao3: rose_quartz_kitten, Ko-Fi: alias_samm
OFMD Rare Ships@ofmdrareships.bsky.social · last wk.

#SpanishJackie Weekend is less than 1 month away! We will be celebrating all things Jackie, August 21-23, 2026. Here are our themes to inspire you! All types of new Jackie-related fanwork encouraged. In the run up we will also welcome reposts of your fave Jackie scenes, fanart, fits, fic, & more!

A graphic reading: Spanish Jackie Weekend. Friday 8/21: It’s Just Business. Double-Cross, Origin Stories, “M’noses!” Saturday 8/22: Romance. Husbands/Wives/Partners, New Ships, “Fucks like a jackhammer.” Sunday 8/23: Style Icon. Fashion, Modern AU, “Revenge, it ages you.” #SpanishJackie @OFMDRareShips (OFMD, Our Flag Means Death)
tragicallynerdy@tragicallynerdy.bsky.social · 2w ago

a lil wip wednesday i mean thursday for the Jim/Ed Remington Steele AU fans among you, in which jim has a wound and is super normal about it (from fic numba 5 in the series, which is now very slowly in the works, and which i am not at all sorry to say is gonna be sad as shit XD)

Text reading: “Your binder needs to come off,” Ed says, hands pulling the edge of it up a little, bending down to peer at their side, and the shame burns even brighter. That loosens the hard bite of their teeth. “No.” “I won’t look,” Lucius squeaks, like that’s the issue here, even though it is, sort of, it’s the shame of him seeing a part of them that they always keep so carefully under wraps. Even though they know he won’t care, know that he doesn’t give two shits, that he sees them exactly the same as Ed does. Ed sighs, and he’s always been good about this, always, and they don’t understand why he’s disappointed in them for the way that their breasts make them want to crawl out of their own skin now. “Jim, please. I can’t get to it properly with it on, and if we go to the hospital it’s just going to get cut off –“ “I said no.” They bat his hand away, shove off the desk. This is a hard line, and they’ve already said no, and they can’t sit here any longer. “I’ll fucking deal with it myself.” Text reading: But when they stand, start crossing the room, the blood loss and pain and relentless fatigue all catch up. Their legs go numb. Their head goes light, vision starting to grey, and Jim panics. They can’t pass out now. They fucking refuse to pass out now. So they reach for their side, press fingers tightly against their wound, because the pain will make them sharp, the pain will set them on fire, and they can’t pass out when they’re burning alive. They press down, and can’t quite hold in the rough noise that rips out of them, but it works. Their vision blurs, but their head clears, and they’re nearly to the door – “Jesus Christ, Jim, what the fuck are you doing –“ Fingers curl around their wrist, dragging their hand away from their side. Ed hauls them about, catching their waist, dragging them in close to his body. And Jim – Jim, wounded feral animal that they are, broken and ashamed and scared, yeah, they’re scared, they’ve always been scared, ever since they were eight years old and first learned what despair feels like – fights back. They’re punching him before they even realize what they’re doing, fist finding his cheekbone, sloppy and close but still harder than they should. Ed reels, and for a moment, for a moment they think he might let them go. But then his hand tightens around their wrist, even as they try and struggle out of his grip, even as they thrash and snarl and bite. Ed ducks their next hit, grabbing their other hand, tugging them in close and turning. Two steps and he’s got them against a wall, caged in with his body. It hurts. Being caught always does. “Stop,” Ed snarls, and there’s enough command in his tone that they flinch, the wounded animal cowing when there’s no other way out. Then his voice goes softer, gentler, his free hand coming up to cup their face. “Please, Jim. You’re hurting yourself.”
tragicallynerdy@tragicallynerdy.bsky.social · 2w ago

a lil wip wednesday i mean thursday for the Jim/Ed Remington Steele AU fans among you, in which jim has a wound and is super normal about it (from fic numba 5 in the series, which is now very slowly in the works, and which i am not at all sorry to say is gonna be sad as shit XD)

Text reading: “Your binder needs to come off,” Ed says, hands pulling the edge of it up a little, bending down to peer at their side, and the shame burns even brighter. That loosens the hard bite of their teeth. “No.” “I won’t look,” Lucius squeaks, like that’s the issue here, even though it is, sort of, it’s the shame of him seeing a part of them that they always keep so carefully under wraps. Even though they know he won’t care, know that he doesn’t give two shits, that he sees them exactly the same as Ed does. Ed sighs, and he’s always been good about this, always, and they don’t understand why he’s disappointed in them for the way that their breasts make them want to crawl out of their own skin now. “Jim, please. I can’t get to it properly with it on, and if we go to the hospital it’s just going to get cut off –“ “I said no.” They bat his hand away, shove off the desk. This is a hard line, and they’ve already said no, and they can’t sit here any longer. “I’ll fucking deal with it myself.” Text reading: But when they stand, start crossing the room, the blood loss and pain and relentless fatigue all catch up. Their legs go numb. Their head goes light, vision starting to grey, and Jim panics. They can’t pass out now. They fucking refuse to pass out now. So they reach for their side, press fingers tightly against their wound, because the pain will make them sharp, the pain will set them on fire, and they can’t pass out when they’re burning alive. They press down, and can’t quite hold in the rough noise that rips out of them, but it works. Their vision blurs, but their head clears, and they’re nearly to the door – “Jesus Christ, Jim, what the fuck are you doing –“ Fingers curl around their wrist, dragging their hand away from their side. Ed hauls them about, catching their waist, dragging them in close to his body. And Jim – Jim, wounded feral animal that they are, broken and ashamed and scared, yeah, they’re scared, they’ve always been scared, ever since they were eight years old and first learned what despair feels like – fights back. They’re punching him before they even realize what they’re doing, fist finding his cheekbone, sloppy and close but still harder than they should. Ed reels, and for a moment, for a moment they think he might let them go. But then his hand tightens around their wrist, even as they try and struggle out of his grip, even as they thrash and snarl and bite. Ed ducks their next hit, grabbing their other hand, tugging them in close and turning. Two steps and he’s got them against a wall, caged in with his body. It hurts. Being caught always does. “Stop,” Ed snarls, and there’s enough command in his tone that they flinch, the wounded animal cowing when there’s no other way out. Then his voice goes softer, gentler, his free hand coming up to cup their face. “Please, Jim. You’re hurting yourself.”
pez | leggy eggy blond 🦑🐙@petrichorca.bsky.social · 2w ago

Love Our Flag Means Death *and* Project Hail Mary? Or just pirates in space?? Well, do @veeagainsttheday.bsky.social and I have something for you on this #TakeTwoTuesday!! 10/10 chapters of OFMD characters trying to save stars 🌌🪨👊🚀 --> archiveofourown.org/works/83554236

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veeagainsttheday 🏳️‍🌈🏴‍☠️#CrewForLife@veeagainsttheday.bsky.social · 4mo ago

For @ofmdrareships.bsky.social Week, @petrichorca.bsky.social and I have made Our Flag Saves Stars, different short Project Hail Mary AUs starring our beloved crew. First one here: archiveofourown.org/works/835542...

Jim catches the photo floating across the module. Nana. Face serious, squinting into the sun, probably looking at her orange trees and wondering how she can make them more of the platonic ideal of fruit. "Your family, question?" Olu asks from his clear protective pod at Jim's side. "She was," Jim says, swallowing back tears. "A lot of light years ago." "Jim know..." Jim stows the photo in their breast pocket and looks down at Olu's rocky form. He's got teal stripes on his appendages that always make Jim smile. "Yeah?" "Olu could be family."
tragicallynerdy@tragicallynerdy.bsky.social · 2w ago

sometimes i get caught in my head about my recent fics becoming worse quality, but last night i re-read my last remington steele au fic and no it's actually pretty good??? there's fun sexy gender shit in there?? time to gently bop myself with a pool noodle whenever i think my writing is bad 🤣

tragicallynerdy@tragicallynerdy.bsky.social · 3w ago

i took discord and bluesky off my phone because of a combo of hand pain & anxiety over Having To Be Available, and i think it's going to be a lot better?? hopefully will reduce some of my phone use and general online-ness anyway, apologies if i don't respond quickly to things from now on 😅

tragicallynerdy@tragicallynerdy.bsky.social · 3w ago

A while back my dad gave me all the Lego that our family accumulated when we were kids (boxes and boxes) - most of it I'm not going to keep, but this ship is staying!! I can't wait to start making some OFMD crew members (or at least Jim and Olu my beloveds) to run this ship Bonus: pirate Arthur

A lego pirate ship from an older set from the 90's. It is mainly complete, but no people are on the ship.A lego horse in the ship's dinghy.
tragicallynerdy@tragicallynerdy.bsky.social · 4w ago

absolutely incredible bot comments to receive on my "Archie fucks an actual literal rock she thinks is Jim" fic "the moment after something important happens, the settling, the stillness" you're so right bot bestie, i'm so glad the rock fucking resonated

Two Ao3 comments, both placed by a spam bot under the name Maya on the fic "between a rock and a hard place." They read: 1) Thoughtful storytelling you have such a gift for writing the moment after something important happens, the settling, the stillness. This has been sitting in my mind for a while, and I finally decided to bring it up. (Next text is gibberish) 2) Gibberish reading: Blive taled hw write harseven where hurting moving.