piercingblades

[tales-of-snaktooth]

5000 years ago there were some gayass muppets

[gumibearboy]

My first Art Fight!! Friendly fire for @gallusgalluss SIMMERING SPRINGS SWEEP!!! Absolutely love this ancient beast

[senvurii]

preparing for the spring equinox festival ft cpuffy

[funkbun]

🧀

[whumpflash]

Never: Left

cw: hand whump, gore, brief emeto mention, this one gets kinda graphic so be warned :)

"Pick a hand."

James eyed his captor, sullen and silent. For two days, he'd been a prisoner in the brig of his own ship. No food, no water, no idea if the men still loyal to him were even alive. Kept chained to the wall, bound in a bent position by rough rope.

His body ached, his head was pounding, his mouth felt swollen, and here was Peter, first mate turned mutineer, giving him stupid orders.

"Pick a hand," Peter said again, sounding annoyed.

"Why?" James spat out, his voice rasping. "Why should I do anything you ask of me?"

Peter clicked his tongue. "Well now, you don't sound like someone who wants a drink of water."

James scowled. So this was how it was going to be. He'd have to play Peter's games, cave into his demands, just for the pleasure of keeping himself alive. Fine. His life was worth more to him than his pride.

"Left," he said, and Peter's face broke into a smile.

"There we go!" he said, producing a small flask from his hip and unscrewing the lid. He pressed it to James' lips, and he drank, unable to grasp it himself with his hands tied behind his back. It was taken away too soon.

"Now, you said your left hand?" Peter asked, moving behind him. James tensed as his former first mate cut the hand in question loose in such a way that the other was still tied firmly in place. Traitor or not, Peter was skilled with rope tricks. He gripped his wrist tightly, and James winced as his arm was straightened for the first time in days.

Even with one hand freed, the rest of his body was practically immobilized. Trying to fight back at this point would yield only failure. His best hope was to entertain Peter's wishes until the traitor let his guard down.

"Left hand, left hand. Good choice," Peter said, tracing a finger along James' palm. "Now, will you let me cut it off?"

James clenched his jaw. Even though he'd suspected this was the way things were headed, hearing the words spoken out loud sent a shock through him. "What?"

"I want to cut off your hand," Peter said. "But only if you tell me to. Will you?"

What kind of game was he playing now? "No. Why would I?"

"Okay!" Peter said brightly, releasing his arm. James watched him stride out of the room, flexing his fingers. Was that it? Was Peter just trying to mess with his head?

He took a shaky breath as the other man returned a few moments later, carrying what looked like a small anvil.

Of course not. Peter's games were never so simple.

The anvil was placed a few feet to James' left, and he felt a shudder run through him when he saw the metal cuff welded to the top. He was too weak to pull away when Peter grabbed his hand, and could do nothing as he was dragged from the wall, body stretched as far as his restraints allowed, left wrist locked into the anvil.

"I'm going to ask again," Peter said. "Can I cut off your hand?"

James' heart was pounding in his ears, worsening his headache. Should he just say yes? Get whatever Peter had in store over with? Or would he really be spared if he denied the request? He squeezed his eyes shut, thinking of climbing the rigging, steering the ship, engaging in battle. All things better served with two hands intact.

"No," he said at last.

"Okay then," Peter said cheerfully, drawing a small knife. Its edge was polished, razor-sharp. James felt his blood run cold as Peter brought it down to trace the outline of his hand.

"That means I get to convince you."

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Peter started with the ring finger. One long deep cut along the inside of it, a few more around the circumference, and he was able to set to work on removing the skin.

No amount of screaming, begging, or threatening would stop him, James found that out within a few minutes. He'd tried to clench his hand into a fist, but Peter struck him against the knuckles with the hilt of the knife and threatened to take an eye if he made this difficult, so he'd given up on that and took to screaming instead.

"Cut it off, cut it off!" he'd screamed as the finger was reduced to bone and muscle, and then not even that as Peter began to slice away at the tendons.

Peter had responded in a calm, friendly voice as he dug the point into the first joint, began to pry it away,

"It's too late for that. You can only tell me to cut it off when I ask you if you're ready for it to be cut off."

So James could only wail helplessly, straining against the bindings that held him in place until his skin burned and bled wherever the rope touched it. He'd be sick if his stomach had anything to give up.

Peter hummed as he carried on, removing more and more of the finger until it was down to the knuckle. He paused then, looking at the bloody space thoughtfully, and for a moment, James dared to hope he was done.

But then Peter jammed the point of the knife into the wound, and James' vision went white with pain. For a blissful few seconds, he knew nothing, felt nothing. But when the world came back to him, Peter was holding his thumb.

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He didn't know how long it took as the process was repeated, the slow filleting of each finger, the piece-by-piece removal of bone. James' consciousness felt like it had melted into the pain, each new excruciating stroke indistinguishable from the next as he faded in and out of consciousness, barely able to do more than whimper as his body shook and his hand was taken from him one cut at a time.

Eventually, he opened his eyes to see everything gone, the remains of his hand sitting amid discarded flesh and gore. Peter was carving the skin off his palm, still humming a carefree tune. James let out a sound that was something between a sob and an animalistic whine, and Peter's gaze flicked down.

"Ah, you're awake!" he lifted the knife, twirling it between two fingers. "Now I hope you remember the rules, because it's your turn again."

James couldn't speak, couldn't even nod. It had to be over. He couldn't take any more of this slow slicing. It had to be over.

"I think you know what I'm going to ask you," Peter continued.

James only stared up at him. His vision was swimming. He had to stay conscious long enough. He had to be able to say the word, just one word.

"Can I cut off your hand?"

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next part

[simeonscott]

"It's Around Here Somewhere..."

[shoceted]

there is no bmsg fandom on tumblr but i'd like there to be and i am mostly in tokusatsu adjacent circles SO: my curated playlist of songs by bmsg artists that i think tokusatsu fans would like. give it a listen. im begging you. please. sky-hi is here he did the den-o opening... please...

[polysyndetonaddictsupportgroup]

IDK 🤷‍♀️ I just love feral Peter let him commit war and federal crimes and let him be a gremlin child that my favorite Peter

god that's what i'm saying. everyone's like "oh he's such a sweet sunshine boy he is innocence and hugs and sweetness" no he's fucking insane. you don't make the life decisions that leads to spiderman and not be fucking insane. kid was fourteen and he decided to hurl himself off a building and kick flip a car thief. that's a traumatizing experience for everyone else involved. like can you fucking imagine you're an everyday petty criminal in the beginnings of spider-man, before he's really known, and some fucking dude in red and blue sweatpants just flings himself off a lamp post in the dead of night and suddenly you're dangling upside down and god fucking knows when you'll get free again. i'd move to philly or chicago or some shit where this fucking thing doesn't happen. can't have shit in new york. let peter be insane.

[an-egg-on-it]

Feeling the urge to write a patcap mermaid AU

[letstalkbeautyuk]

☠️ 🏴 Pirate themed badges - fab keepsakes/favours from any pirate parties https://buff.ly/42MNcSn

[tales-of-snaktooth]

So, who are y'all exactly?

The main gals (and Ehsel)! A bit more information about them and a few other grumpuses that'll show up can be found on the blog's Characters page!

[softlyapollo]

getting sent to the seaside for my health would fix me

[funkbun]

Tillneh n Avriette designs. they aren't gonna fully show up in Welcome Captian Seaside, so im sharing these lil doodles of them here. they're god's least favorite muppets

semi related but i started posting some TofS pages onto comicfury :] i like using that site and i think it'll be good place to post some comic pages outside of tumblr. page 5 (or the first half of "part 3" here) is already uploaded onto there if u wanna check it out

[worldsokayestmagicalgirl]

More Artfight!

Revenge piece for chronicthumbbiter’s adorable characters Keely & Elizabeth.

I think they deserved a nice spell by the sea.🌊🪸🐚

[simeonscott]

"At Long Last, We've Found It!"