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speirton sunday

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i am the beast i worship

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speirton saturday

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:3c art trade w @sidleckie

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never run when you can walk, never walk when you can stand, never stand when you can sit, never sit when you can lay down, never lay down when you can sleep

art swap with @andromeddog and one i was all too happy to do. andy my beloved ❤️

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hiiiiii blithe

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that lieutenant from dog company, you know the one

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Hi Kelly I wonder do you mind if I use your spierton one bed scene pose for reference/inspiration for my drawing? I love them so muchhh and I will credit you. 😭💕

omg go for it my friend!!!! have at it. tally ho and all that. ty for asking ahhh i cant wait to see what u make!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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:’) oh my godddddddd!!!!!!! this is so so lovely and sweet and what a treat!!!!!!!! THANK YOU!!! ✨💕🦆✨💕✨💕🦆✨

sever, and mend—

an @hbowardaily (very late) secret santa gift for @andromeddog 🤍

Word Count: 800

He doesn't need to flick his gaze down to where his hands have wandered to know what brought this on. Beneath his fingers, branded into the space below and to the right of his navel, is a scar - silvery pink, slightly faded with time, circular in shape, with rays emanating from the center, like the corona of a star. Carwood could trace the shape of it blind and in the dark, because its match decorated the inside of his leg at the meeting of his hip and thigh. It was his soulmark, or what was left of it.

Ron's breathing catches. His voice is low, and Carwood feels rather than hears him speak when he says, “I almost didn't feel it, you know. When it happened.”

Carwood ran his hands over Ron's torso, feather-light touch barely brushing the familiar skin. Even so, he could feel the warmth radiating from him, a welcome change from the last time they were able to sleep together like this. He could feel the weight he's put on, too; not even continued army life could keep peacetime from taking its toll on Ron's body. It's a beautiful thing to see - he may not be the same dashing young lieutenant he was when they met more than a decade ago, but he loves who Ron is now, and he will continue to love him until he is a different man, and he'll love that man, too.

He doesn't need to flick his gaze down to where his hands have wandered to know what brought this on. Beneath his fingers, branded into the space below and to the right of his navel, is a scar - silvery pink, slightly faded with time, circular in shape, with rays emanating from the center, like the corona of a star. Carwood could trace the shape of it blind and in the dark, because its match decorated the inside of his leg at the meeting of his hip and thigh. It was his soulmark, or what was left of it.

Carwood's mark was still its natural golden white, a shining halo about the size of his palm. The shrapnel wound he incurred in Carentan cut through it, jagged and cleaving, and while the surgeons had done a fine job of repairing him, things were just… different afterwards. Before then, reaching out for his bond was like pushing through water, clear and omnipresent, but after - it was as if he was pushing into air. A child chasing a kite string, moving farther every second.

“Almost?”

It was a few moments before Ron could answer. “Almost.” Scant moonlight filtered through the gaps between their curtains, and Carwood was suddenly aware of every square inch of bedsheet touching him. “It wasn't an immediate thing. It started bleeding, but for a little bit, I could still feel you. You were…”

He didn't finish the thought, but he didn't need to; Carwood remembered the moment well - being thrown through the air like a ragdoll, the hot, sticky wetness of his own blood coating his face and body, the wave of fear that came before even the pain. “It's alright, it's alright.”

“And then it was gone. I couldn't feel you anymore.” Carwood rubbed Ron's stomach gently, up and down, to tell him I'm right here. “Well, that part came later, I suppose - the numbness.”

“I couldn't feel you, either. You weren't gone, but you were… out of reach.”

Ron blew out of his nose, a small, pensive noise. “It's a damn miracle we still found each other, huh?”

“Well, Ron, it's almost like we're soulmates or something.” He was rewarded with a pinch to his side, not a hard one, just a tease. Carwood retaliated by scraping over the upper sides of Ron's chest with the pads of his fingers, where he knew from experience that he was most ticklish.

“Oh, it's going to be like that!”

Ron's sincerity pulled at his heartstrings. There was nothing he could say right now that could possibly encompass all of what he needed Ron to know, and so he just whispered back, “I love you, too, Ron.”

For a moment, they were young men again, play-fighting in bed, laughing as they found each other's soft spots. Then Ron's fingers found Carwood's mark, and they were serious once more. They lingered there, tracing the still gold soul mark with the utmost reverence, memory filling in the parts where it was interrupted by the scar. He was sure that Ron would have kissed it if he could have - a reverent and chaste press of lips, or maybe a small nip, followed by the wash of his tongue on the parts that were faded and scarred. As it was, Ron's warm breath fanned over him, his face buried in the space between Carwood's neck and shoulder.

By the minute clench of Ron's jaw, he could tell that there was something else he wanted to say. He brushed his knuckles over the tense muscle, as if to coax out all the words stuck there, before easing his hand into Ron's hair. He didn't speak for a long while, and Carwood was almost back asleep when Ron whispered his name.

“Car?”

“Yes, love?”

His fingers rested a little heavier on Carwood's mark now. “I don't… I need you to know that I chose you. Before we knew about the marks, I chose you, and every day since, I have chosen you.”

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warmups

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what do u think about Speirs and Lipton sharing a bed because there is. only. one. bed 😌

i’ve thought about this the regular amount

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dog metaphor

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for no reason in particular are you ok with fanart of your ocs? :>

UH HELLO sorry i missed this one, i got a bunch of asks right in a row and it slipped by! but jeez 🥹😭🥹😭🥹 yeah feel free to do fanart of any of my ocs, u just gotta be okay with me looking at you like this if u do

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do you perhaps have some more lore or just silly information on irvine and kincaide… i love them dearly they are so cool 🫶

YOU 🫵 I LOVE YOU

bweheheheh i love 2 talk about my guys…. this was like an xmas present for ME

kincaide

yaaaaaay kincaide! his first name is gavin, he’s the lieutenant of the company my other scottish rugby boys are in. he’s a pretty well liked officer and guy in general, very personable and witty…. but a little bit too will to bend the rules when it inconveniences him.

from a pretty wealthy background, kind of stereotypical gentleman officer. wouldn’t have to work a day in his life if he didn’t want to but desperately wanted to get away from his father’s expectations and so sought out a military career

has known he’s gay since he was a young teen and has developed many coping mechanisms over the years; outwardly he’s a perfectly pleasant upper class gentleman but internally he is always looking for advantages he could leverage if he needed to. overly cautious and not prone to taking risks because of it. grew up with a lot of victorian/edwardian era upper class homophobia and repression so u know he’s always double and triple checking over his shoulder. still quite handsome and likable tho so he’s had a few affairs over the years :p

he’s not a particularly Huge guy but he is very broad in the shoulders; some ppl tend to underestimate him bc he is more effeminate and chipper than what is considered proper, but he can bring a really intimidating aura when he wants to! hes very keen on protecting himself and his reputation and will “kill with kindness” if not straight up blackmail/threaten if he feels someone is testing his authority or going to out him

when he’s not looking over his shoulder and gets the chance to actually be himself, kincaide is a man who has a zest for life. wants to experience deep emotion, romance, good food and good drink. defense mechanisms aside, he does have true love for his fellow man and in turn is very popular amongst his peers. in general his quirks of character- too emotional, too sensitive, a bit too vain- are forgiven for sheer sake of being well liked. as an officer he can become a bit overwhelmed by all the directions he is pulled and is a bit scatterbrained. relies heavily on his batman, laurie, to help organize and translate his often nonsensical monologues and remind him to eat and sleep regularly

is particularly close w laurie, who is basically his shadow… idk if i’ve posted much about laurie here but kincaide treats him very well. laurie is p much a monosyllabic willow tree in uniform, scary with a rifle when needed but otherwise very content to be handling kincaide’s affairs. loves to fee useful and has made himself indispensable. irvine hates this guy, maybe bc laurie also comes from a lower class family and kincaide insists on spoiling him; maybe bc he and kincaide can communicate so effectively; maybe bc laurie gets a lot of kincaide’s time and attention (laurie Knows irvine just has a lot of misplaced jealousy. thinks it’s funny)

has his officers uniforms privately tailored so he looks extra sharp! always wears gloves bc he feels his hands are too dainty and he’s self conscious of them

he’s left handed!

has a fraternal twin sister Grace “Gee” very close with her, she basically runs the family’s affairs since their mother passed away. she writes to him while he’s on the front and complains he doesn’t write back fast enough

smokes a lot. usually seen with a pipe or cigarette

-gets caught in a gassing during the war, his left eye is exposed due to a faulty gas mask. the original damage heals but over time his eyesight deteriorates and he eventually goes blind in that eye. some residual scarring remains so post war he wears an eyepatch

irvine

yaaaaaaay irvine! his first name is scott! (and he’s scottish how fun)

views himself as a bit of an underdog, always overcoming roadblocks and unlucky hands life has dealt him, and because of that he has a bit of a complex: others should complain less and simply work more and follow the rules, like him, and they will succeed. not particularly sympathetic or warm with others, though he desperately wants to be admired… it frustrates and confounds him to no end that a man like Kincaide- who he views as a rat, a coward, and a liar- is more liked than he is lolllll his attempts at friendship are a bit miscalculated and stitled, and as a result he has very few people that he could call friends. desperately wants to leave behind the poverty he grew up in, though finds class to be a huge barrier he persistently throws himself against. tbh a bit pathetic, has the aura of a mutt trying to be a show dog

single child from a working class family; allowed to study at military college bc he had a wealthy benefactor willing to pay his study fees (as a last favor to his late father, though this came with a lot of stipulations and expectations for his performance). on his own he cannot afford the extravagant lifestyle that is expected of officers at that time and so he is always the odd man out during his schooling years. however is still one of the top cadets, takes his studies very seriously and always gives 150%, despite not being particularly well liked. he is impossible to get rid of. like a very persistent and loud tick.

is soooo easy to rile up like it’s almost unfair. you only need like two words to get that guy pissed off enough to spend an hour precisely lining out how and why you are wrong. kincaide takes advantage of this all the time for his own amusement. also gets super red in the face super easily

keeps himself immaculately clean. even in the trenches he is noticeably cleaner than others around him (it’s an ongoing joke w the others that he’s so neat bc he’s never actually spent time on the front)

doesn’t really get involved with anyone during his earlier years… pretty much swore himself to his military career from the get go. doesn’t really think about men/women at all, spends a lot of his time focusing on “more important things”. like war. or his mustache. or that rat bastard kincaide (seriously he devotes a lot of mental time and energy to that guy. but it takes him about 20 years to figure out Why He Is Like That) (poor idiot)

if there was a song that would describe him it would be any version of stars from les miserables. that’s his general vibe

his hair starts going grey around his mid 30s, lining up with the start of the war. by the end of it all he’s significantly salt and pepper’ed and is completely grey by his late 40s. looks a lot older than he actually is

also ends up wounded from a gassing, suffering some lung damage that never really heals completely. in his later life he is winded easily, wheezy, and often plagued by bouts of bronchitis. living out in the country with kincaide does a lot to help, though he still is sick fairly frequently

the both of them

yaaaaaaay mustaches! they technically don’t get together until they’re in their 40s lol (met late teens/early 20s, rivals for years, enter ww1 in mid 30s, fall out of contact post war, reconnect about a decade later and finally get their shit together) (just two cringe losers)

during their retirement they live on a private bit of property out in the country together. kincaide had been living there for himself for a while before irvine shows up on his doorstep all 🥺 and then he kind of never leaves. kincaide loves to garden but is pretty much useless with any other sort of home maintenance and so irvine does all of that (and bitches endlessly about the state of the shutters and whatnot but is secretly very proud to be able to be the handy guy)

them for the first 2 decades of knowing each other:

irvine cries almost everytime they have sex, he’s repressed up to the gills and it’s such an emotional release his brain just cannot handle it lol. kincaide thinks it’s cute but makes fun of irvine bc he’s an ugly crier

in the winters irvine’s chronic lung problems tend to resurface and so kincaide gets to dote on him. sometimes in the evenings irvine will read out loud to kincaide, who will never admit it but has a hard time reading the tiny text

they have a lot of conflict around “expectations” esp when they are younger. there’s a decent class divide between them; kincaide doesn’t understand irvines desperate and rigid rule set he inflicts upon himself and the world(he doesn’t know what it’s like to have to climb the social ladder; he’s always been up there at the top). irvine doesn’t understand why kincaide won’t just suck it up and play the role he’s expected to (as if being a wealthy landowner with an estate and a wife is suuuuch a hard thing to do) (irvine had make to becoming the Perfect Officer his whole life just to be barely tolerated by his peers)

and that’s some stuff! that’s a lot of stuff tbh. they live in my head like a fungus. i think about them a lot but have not drawn a ton of stuff for them bc honestly idk where to start! they have a long history together and it’s kind of daunting trying to find a spot to draw…… again i want to draw stuff for them but ive gotten caught up in other series this year! drawing my own original characters feels a bit too indulgent when ppl are expecting other stuff from me 😓

i did line this whole thing of them but never finished it. idk i could come back to this one

and other REALLY REALLY REALLY rough stuff! like “first pass get the idea out” kind of rough so they’re ugly as fuck but it’s just to get an idea of their dynamic

ever ask i answer gets longer and longer lol is it obvious i am desperate to talk??? this was fun tho i love to chat about the guys my guys

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a well deserved rest

my secret santa gift for @onlyyouexisthere ✨ i hope you enjoy this drawing of winters having a little break, which we could all use

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HII YOUR ART IS SO AMAZING I LOVE IT SO MUCH! Do you take requests?? if so i dont know if you are into Band of Brothers but could you draw Babe? if not thats okay but your art is gorgeous!!

anon! you could say i am into band of brothers!and u caught me when i was doing warm ups so here is a mega quick super speedy 20 min babe

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