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💫Gilde Cage 🏳️‍🌈🏴‍☠️🔞🖤💜🧡🩵
@gildecage.bsky.social
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She/her
UK based fanfic writer.
Here for #OFMD 🏳️‍🌈🏴‍☠️ and new friends
Early 40s
Blind and proud 👁
Kinda queer, strongly allied 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️
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Hey crew. Just finished my ADHD assessment and I'm absolutely dripping with it. My fizzy, fizzy brain finally has a name.
Image is a close up of bubbles in orange liquid.
November 11, 2025 at 12:31 PM
gildecage.bsky.social
Here ya go, crew. As promised, chapter two.
I really enjoyed writing this. I don't know why it turned up in my brain but I'm glad it did.
Enjoy!
archiveofourown.org/works/724412...
Background is rumpled, cream-coloured bedsheets and blankets. Text in the centre reads The Scentsual World. An OFMD Canon Divergent Fic by GildedCage
October 15, 2025 at 12:05 AM
gildecage.bsky.social
I've taken a short (promise it'll be short) break from my long-form, modern AU, Maybe This Time, to write this co-captain era (what else from me?) piece of fun, fluffy smut about how good smells can be (it's not an Omegaverse fic. No judgement, just not my jam).
archiveofourown.org/works/724412...
A bed with rumpled, cream-coloured blankets and sheets. In the centre are the words The Scentsual World. An OFMD Canon-Divergent Fic by GildedCage
October 13, 2025 at 11:21 PM
gildecage.bsky.social
On one hand, The Kraken & Blackbeard. On the other, Mer-Stede & The Gentleman Pirate.
My hand (smallish with white skin). Fingers curled inwards. Every fingernail apart from the ring finger are painted matte black with a gloss black tentacle on top. The ring finger is the same design but inatte purple My hand (smallish with white skin) with the fingers curled in. Everything and out apart from the ring finger is painted orange with a shimmering gold chrome over the top. The ring finger is painted turquoise with a gold swirl and shimmering gold Chrome on top.
October 1, 2025 at 1:01 PM
gildecage.bsky.social
To those reading along with Maybe This Time, I went on holiday for a week & now have a busy patch of work coming up so chapter 5 will be a bit delayed. Rest assured, it's underway & I have every intention of continuing this fic. Thank you for all your kind comments. I hope to have more for you soon.
A black square that shows a fractured pain of glass with a hole in the middle. In the middle read the words, Maybe This Time. An OFMD fic by GildedCage
September 23, 2025 at 9:04 PM
gildecage.bsky.social
Well. Gran Canaria's alright, in'it?
Classic poolside holiday shot. Two pairs of pale white legs extend from the bottom of the frame, both on sun lounges. Beyond the feet a metal balcony railings and beyond that the sea, a sliver of beach and sloping clips covered in greenery to the left and right.
September 9, 2025 at 10:58 AM
gildecage.bsky.social
Okay, here's chapter 4 of Maybe This Time. This one is a little lighter than preceding chapters, though the final section briefly gets a bit heavy.

I'd love to grow my readership. If you're enjoying this fic, please do share it. Thanks. I appreciate you reading.
archiveofourown.org/works/666245...
Screen shot of Maybe This Time, chapter 4, as posted on Archive of Our Own. Text reads: Maybe This Time GildedCage (DemonicHoarde) Chapter 4: Oxytocin Summary: As Ed's recovery progresses, Stede tentatively begins to spend more time in his company as they both try to work out where to go from here. Chapter Text Stede wakes and stretches, vertebrae cracking in a series of champagne pops, like his body is celebrating the birth of a new day. It feels good. His body feels looser, straighter, more flexible. He hadn’t realised how tight he’d become over the last couple of months. Every muscle had locked up, trying to create a solid, armoured wall to protect him from damage. It hadn’t helped, of course. None of the attacks were coming from outside. They were all internal. Maybe that was it. Perhaps his body had locked down like a prison, trying to keep all those dangerous emotions from escaping and wreaking havoc on innocent bystanders. Either way, it hadn’t been fun. That first week that Ed had come to stay, Stede had practically been able to hear the screech of his rigid muscles scraping together. But since their little blow-up, when the dam had fractured a little and a flood of honesty came pouring out of both himself and Ed, Stede had felt the pressure reduce. The water level is still high, of course. There’s a lot more talking still to do. But it feels like it might be easier. More of a tumbling stream of conversation than torrents of boiling recrimination and guilt.
August 30, 2025 at 4:10 PM
gildecage.bsky.social
So excited that Kristian is going to be on Strictly. So many chances for more glitter!
August 15, 2025 at 1:29 PM
gildecage.bsky.social
I just won silver at the British Gymnastifcs Adults Championships, Womens Over 40s Novice Trampolining.
Close up pr a silver medal, which reads, British Gymnastics. The ribbon is purple, pink and white and reeds British gymnastics recreational gymnastics and trump leading.
August 2, 2025 at 1:51 PM
gildecage.bsky.social
I just won silver at the British Gymnastifcs Adults Championships, Womens Over 40s Novice Trampolining.
August 2, 2025 at 1:47 PM
gildecage.bsky.social
Well, she's here! Ch. 3 of 'Maybe This Time'. Feel free to read & enjoy at your leisure. Hope to have the next one posted within a month. Thanks @ofmdzb.bsky.social & @mustardwrites.bsky.social for your ongoing support and help. Literally can't do it without you
archiveofourown.org/works/666245...
Screen shot of my AO3 posted fic. Text reads: Maybe This Time GildedCage (DemonicHoarde) Chapter Management Chapter 3: What Would You Do? Summary: Ed meets his support team and begins the slow process of recovery in unfamiliar and emotionally unpredictable surroundings. Some progress is made on the path to healing. Notes: It's been a wee while but here she is! Chapter three has unfurled her sails and launched upon the briney deeps. Apparently you find me in poetic mood today. I am planning to aim for a new chapter at the end of each month until the story tells me when it's done. I'm envisaging about five more chapters. Bucket loads of fresh, delicious thanks to Zuckerbaby_1 for putting in a lot of time and effort on an elegant, creative and very necessary restructure of the middle bit. Chapter Text “Gentlemen!” Victoria’s voice rings out stern and clear as a Sunday morning church bell. “This is a hospital. Kindly lower your voices and, if at all possible, please reduce the swearing.”
July 31, 2025 at 4:55 PM
gildecage.bsky.social
Yes you do, Ed. In every universe. In every time. And he loves you.
July 13, 2025 at 9:52 PM
gildecage.bsky.social
Totally forgot to attach the link to chapter two, 'The 30th' (posted on the 30th, so pleased with that) of Maybe This Time.
archiveofourown.org/chapters/172...
(Thanks @kalansphantomff.bsky.social for the Canva guidance. I'm such an innocent).
Title card. Black background with a jagged hole in the centre as though we are looking at a broken sheet of glass. In the centre, white text reads: Maybe This Time. An OFMD fic by GildedCage
June 30, 2025 at 10:21 PM
gildecage.bsky.social
She's here! 'The 30th,' chapter two of Maybe This Time is posted and ready for your, um, enjoyment. It's about the same level of angst as chapter one. Things will improve for our boys, promise. Thanks @ofmdzb.bsky.social & @mustardwrites.bsky.social as ever for all your support.
Screenshot of the AO3 page of chapter two, Maybe This Time. Chapter text reads: Stede is furious. Livid. His blood fizzes and spits, teardrops on a roaring fire. Every cell in his body drives him forward, with the relentless focus of a sled-dog racing across Arctic tundra. Racing, heart pounding and breath ragged, towards True North. But instead of the firm, packed snow he needs to achieve the speed he craves, there’s dragging, sucking sand. It slows him down, catches at his heels and wraps clammy fingers of seaweed around his ankles. Hissing, mocking laughter evident in every lick of the waves along the tideline. And fucking Izzy Hands has no fucking business standing in his way like this.
June 30, 2025 at 12:26 AM
gildecage.bsky.social
Omg I found a other one! In the wardrobe
June 22, 2025 at 11:41 PM
gildecage.bsky.social
Overkill, you say? I see your chandelier and I raise you 4 mirrors! I've pulled every knob but have yet to find the auxiliary wardrobe.
Wall with three fold-framed mirrors Left and right are two tall, curtained windows. In the centre is a tall mirror with an ornate wooden frame.
June 22, 2025 at 10:38 PM
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@neverleftpodcast.bsky.social This is the room I'm in. Pretty Stedey, right ? It's a 3* Best Western apparently.
A bedroom. Centre is a large, gold metal-framed bed. To the left are two long windows with yellow curtains, a large mirror on the wall, two brown leather armchairs, and a dark wood coffee table. To the right is a wooden desk and chair. The carpet is burgundy, the walls pale grey and have paintings on them. There is an electric cha ndelier handing from the centre of the ceiling.
June 22, 2025 at 7:11 PM
gildecage.bsky.social
Just posted 1st chapter of my new fic Maybe This Time 🙌More angst than my previous fics. Also exploring a new style, inspired by the magnificent @mustardwrites.bsky.social > Beta read by the excellent @zuckerbaby.bsky.social
Thx 😘
I'll be posting as I write. Ch2 is about ready & Ch3 is underway.
Screen shoot of the AO3 page of the new fic Maybe This Time. Summary reads: Damage has been done. Serious damage. Physical, emotional, psychological. The unholy trinity of pain. Ed has a great deal of healing to do. Physical, emotional, psychological. And, as much as he hates to admit it, he just can’t do that without at least some contact with the cause of it all: Stede fucking Bonnet. As Ed’s scars slowly knit back together, and Stede gets the chance to darn the gaping holes he tore in Ed’s soul, the threads of their lives begin to weave into a skein of something new. Something potentially very fine. And, who knows? Maybe this time they’ll both be lucky. Maybe this time Stede will stay. OR A modern AU exploration of the post-Kraken era. There are lots of tags. This is an angsty one so worth checking them out. The link will follow in the reply to this skeet.
June 20, 2025 at 4:21 PM
gildecage.bsky.social
Flame nails!
Close up of my left hand, fingers curled in. All of the nails except the ring finger are black with orange and purple flame designs on the side. The ring finger is bright pink with a gold shimmer over the top. Close-up of my right hand, fingers curled in. Or fingernails except the ring finger or black with purple and orange flame design down the side. The ring finger is bright orange with a gold shimmer over the top
June 17, 2025 at 9:22 AM
gildecage.bsky.social
Went to see this absolute legend last night. A banger (or belter, if you prefer) indeed @rhysiedarby.bsky.social
I got over-excited with my Kiwi buddy and am still slightly hungover. WORTH IT!
(BTW I know I've cut the top of my head off. In the picture. Nothing to do with the hangover).
View of a stage from the auditorium. Blue lights shine down and a circular RD logo is projected on the back wall. There is a stool and a mic stand on the stage. At the bottom of the photo are the backs of audience members heads. Projection of the RD logo on the stage cloth. The entire photo is black and the logo is the only thing that can be seen. Photo of me (white lady_ but you can only see from my feet to my top lip. I'm wearing grey leather knee boots with ankle straps, black faux leather leggings, a black t-shirt with the Cryptid Factor logo, a chunky grey wool cardigan and a battered leather biker jacket. You can just see the bottom of my curly blond hair below my chin. I'm smiling wide and wearing burgundy lipstick. Taken from Rhys Darby's Instagram. A black and white shot of Rhys Darby standing on stage, arms up, looking excited. He's wearing a black t-shirt with the RD show logo. His back is to the audience, all of whom are standing up with their arms in the air. It;s a large theatre auditorium with stalls and a dress circle. Text in white below the photo reads 'Norwich, what an absolute banger.' Below that in black, text reads 'Humans for the Win!'
June 8, 2025 at 4:27 PM
gildecage.bsky.social
My furry overlords.
Two kittens, a black and white one and a gray tabby, lying on a cold and red cushion face to face with their paws wrapped around each other
May 16, 2025 at 10:22 AM
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Check out my tentacular kraken nails!
May 9, 2025 at 2:20 PM
gildecage.bsky.social
Check me out! Two fics in one week! And I finally wrote a short one (under5k).
Interpreting clouds, Innkeeper era.
archiveofourown.org/works/64540474
Thanks to @quaintlyfig.bsky.social for the beta-read.
This one's for @ofmdzb.bsky.social who made this for me.
April 8, 2025 at 10:18 PM
gildecage.bsky.social
It's done! Sharp Dressed Man. Inspired by, & following on from, the awesome The Era of Tightness by the wonderful @dance-across.bsky.social
It's longer than I intended it to be. It isn't rambly, that's mainly thanks to my amazing beta-reader @ofmdzb.bsky.social

archiveofourown.org/works/64452811
Screenshot of the top of the AO3 page showing my fuc, Sharp Dressed Man. It's rated Explicit. There are no archive warnings. Tags include, first date, first time, Stede Bonnet has a big dick, anal fingering, anal sex, blow jobs, fluff and smut, dressing up, some crying but not loads. The summary reads "It's been two days since Stede Bonnet met Edward Teach in the dressing room of a men's clothing store and had the most life-changing, mind-blowing sexual experience of his life. Now Ed is coming to Stede's apartment to borrow some clothes, as Stede had promised he could. Go from there."
April 5, 2025 at 9:23 PM
gildecage.bsky.social
Medicinal blueberry Daiquiri. I have a cold and this is full of vitamin C. And alcohol kills terms sooooo...
Close up of a coupe cocktail glass filled with a dark purple liquid. The glass is in a wooden table.
April 4, 2025 at 8:23 PM