#Captain Wolfhound

[stairnaheireann]

Revival of the Irish Wolfhound

The Irish wolfhound is a persistent symbol of ancient Celtic nobility and integrity. By the middle of the 19th century the original Irish wolfhound had all but disappeared, along with its foe the Irish wolf, and no one really had a clear idea of what it had looked like in its heyday. Around this time, however, it became the beneficiary of an obsession on the part of an Englishman named Captain…

[serene-faerie]

The legacy of Beren and Lúthien has the biggest impact on Elven pop culture— an impact that no other Elf/Man couple can even beat. Like, even the Elves in Aman are getting in on this hot new trend.

Horny paintings with so many variations of their first meeting— usually with a shirtless muscular Beren and a scantily-clad Lúthien swooning in his arms. Elven teens writing fanfiction about Beren and Lúthien— probably a lot of spicy stories about their time in Neldoreth. Beren becoming a sex symbol among Elf maidens, who are dreaming of finding their own hunk of a mortal man to fall in love with. Gay Elven lords thirsting after Beren and wanting a rugged mortal man to rail them into their beds. A small faction of Elven fangirls who ship Beren and Finrod because they’re “so hot” together. Fandom wars between Beren/Lúthien shippers and Beren/Finrod shippers. Color-coded couples’ jewelry inspired by Beren and Lúthien. In Aman, Oromë’s wolfhounds become hugely popular. So many Elven parents complaining about their daughters wanting to run away and find true love with hairy mortal men in forests. Vanyarin scholars spending decades dissecting the themes and motifs of the Lay of Leithian. A popular Telerin author writing an “erotic retelling” of the Lay of Leithian, which has so many spicy scenes that it becomes both popular among younger readers but also scandalous among said readers' parents. Finrod being the biggest Beren/Lúthien shipper of all time— he paints some of the horniest artworks, commissions a Vanyarin playwright to write a play about the Lay of Leithian, creates jewelry to match the aesthetics of Beren and Lúthien. He’s the captain of the Beren/Lúthien ship and no one else can hope to take his place.

All the reembodied Doriathrim are stunned at how popular Beren and Lúthien are. Melian kind of just takes it in stride. Thingol genuinely doesn’t know what to make of it— yes, he loves them both very much, and he's glad that his daughter is remembered among the Elves of Aman but he does NOT need to see a horny painting of his own daughter and son-in-law, thank you very much!

[acepalindrome]

Lots of extremely important information from Kristian’s Instagram live tonight with Con and David, especially for Izzy.

Some highlights:

- Izzy is too jaded to realize that he’s unhappy. He used to be very happy, and that happiness is related to his ring, but he’s been ‘broken’ and never wants to be that vulnerable ever again.

- The only person Izzy is afraid of losing a fight to is Ed. When asked if Ed taught Izzy to fight, Con said no, he and Izzy taught each other. They’ve been together so long, they’ve created little pockets of each other.

- If dogs were allowed on the ship, what would they have? Izzy would have a jack russell, Wee John would have an Irish wolfhound and Fang would have a lab that thinks he’s a terrier and is also afraid of his own farts.

- What genre of music would their character like? Izzy loves rock, blues and power songs, because he’s a diva. Loves stuff like Motley Crue, AC/DC, Streisand and Whitney. Fang loves classical music, no words, just beautiful music to take you away somewhere lovely. Kristian didn’t answer because he had to move his car.

- If Fang became captain, he would replace the whole crew with dogs he had trained to run the ship.

- What job would they have if they weren’t pirates? Fang would be a primary school teacher, Wee John would be an influencer, and Izzy would be a chef or an undertaker (or both.)

- Finally, Kristian asked them to describe season 2 in one word. Con said ‘operatic.’ David said ‘pop.’

[theirishwolfhound]

A Heart of Gold In a Sea of Green: The Synopsis

Heyo! I'm making this post just so I can get ready to start posting on Tumblr as well as Ao3. My main reason is that I can add GIFs/images, music, and color code the dialog on here. With that being said, I'm still working on the imagery for my masterlist post and this is just to act in as the informational "chapter".

"Crow "Wolfhound" O'Neil had been a sergeant in a different troop, known as the WatchDogs, before joining Task Force 141 as an additional sniper, but mostly for his innate understanding of many terrains and the survival skills needed for them. Yet he mostly kept to himself when he joined up as he was still reeling from a recent loss of a loved one; he remained the calm, patient soldier he had always trained to be… despite joining what he could only call as the most chaotic gaggle of men he's ever met. He followed orders, never spoke back or questioned his fellow officers- he was loyal, just as his nickname implied. Though when asked about it he spoke only a simple phrase: "Gentle when stroked, Fierce when provoked" and left it at that."

The fic takes place around six months after Wolfhound transferred into Task Force 141 from the Watchdogs and focuses on him finally putting in the effort to improve his mental state after he lost his fiancé: Malakai Harper. As well as focusing on improving his relationships with his fellow operators: Price, Gaz, Ghost, and Soap— who are already in a polyamorous relationship.

There is a lot of fraternization that goes on, it's not meant to be a serious down to code/law type of fic— I literally only wrote this because I love the characters and wanted to try writing a fanfiction for the first time. I will also put the other warnings in under this indent, as well as a put the proper warnings before the start of every chapter. Also fair warning: Most Chapters are Long Reads (potentially up to 15k+ type deal).

Below is the first thing on the Ao3 fic, just to give an understanding into Crow's background:

Crow Nevan O'Neil was born in Galway, Ireland and lived there for most of his life. He is currently twenty-seven and has been in the British military for seven years. Previously he was a Forest Ranger at the Wicklow Mountains National Park in Ireland and has visited other places to get the experience of working in different terrains.

He was born into a Catholic family and still holds those beliefs to this day, but does not talk about it with others- just as he keeps his gender identity and sexuality under close wraps. The only person that knows he is transgender would be Captain Price and he was given the accommodation of a private shower to make his time a bit easier on base. He only wears long sleeved shirts and pants to keep a more conservative look, though it was mostly to hide his tattoos so that no one asks him any questions about them- he may be social but not when it comes to speaking, he's a listener not the speaker.

Crow got his nickname "Wolfhound" mainly because he is Irish- but also because his old troop thought it was funny that a 165cm (5'5") man who barely weighs 81kg (180lbs) soaking wet can be called something in relation to a huge dog. He has hazel eyes, many many freckles, and curly reddish brown hair- the pinnacle of Irish stereotypes minus the anger and drinking, but by god does he have the accent of a man who sounds like he is fresh from Dublin. His actual callsign is Foxtrot Four.

He was engaged to a Lieutenant form his previous troop named Malakai Harper, but after his death Crow was looking for any chance to have a fresh start with a new team- and luckily he was given the chance to join Task Force 141 as their third sergeant. He knew very little about the other operators, but that meant they knew nothing of him.

Now time for lists and links:

Ao3

Playlist

Crow's Reference Sheet (Will Be Redone Eventually)

[lopsidedtreetrunks]

Finally FINALLY got round to finishing this art for @little-cereal-draws Button House Dog Rescue au! PLS go visit their blog for more info for their au!!

Dogs on the ground are (L-R): Captain - German Shepherd Kitty - Pomeranian Pat - Corgi Fanny - Chihuahua Thomas - Shetland Sheepdog Humphrey - Golden Retriever Robin - Irish Wolfhound Mary - Dalmation Julian - Weimaraner

I also hope you dont mind I added my own headcanons for the other ghosts in the photo frames. Mostly based off pure vibes 😆

In the long frame are the plague dogs; I think they would have been all rescued from a puppy farm together. L-R (for the ghosts that dont have names I've just used the actors' names so you know which is which): Jemima - Husky (puppy) Walter - Rottweiler Katy - Bichon Frise Mick - Boxer Nigel - King Charles Cavalier Spaniel Geoff - Afghan Hound Agnes - Staffordshire Bull Terrier John - Chow Chow Martha - Poodle

Then the ones in the circular frames (L-R): Annie - Jack Russel Terrier William - British Bulldog Maddocks - Whippet (the only one not based on pure vibes alone, but it'd have been remiss of me to not make our other Yorkshire lad a whippet bsjsjdk)

Anyway this took so long bc i took it upon myself to make a million more dogs bjdsfk I hope you enjoy it nonetheless :D

[little-cereal-draws]

Button House Dog Rescue Pt 3

Alison and Mike get the house and the land like in the show but instead of an event hall, they get involved with the local shelter and turn it into a dog rescue. All the ghosts are dogs that they foster/unofficially adopt

Pt 1 Pt 2

@imdefyingmavity this is so real,,,

Robin especially would spend all day and night watching over her. There’s actually Welsh folklore abt wolfhounds protecting babies; there was an ancient prince named Llywelyn who went out hunting then came home to his wolfhound w blood all over his face, the nursery torn apart, and the baby cradle flipped over. The prince assumed that the dog attacked the baby so he drew his sword and killed his dog. It wasn’t until after that the baby started crying and he turned the cradle over to find it next to a dead wolf. The wolf had got in and the dog had killed it to protect the baby. The king cried as he realized what he’d done and memorialized the dog. Anyway, tangent aside, Robin would be very interested in this tiny human who needs so much care and protection and anywhere Mia goes (or is carried), he’s one step behind. When she gets big enough, like abt a year or so, they let her ride around on his back. She loves it and laughs the whole time. He’s very slow and gentle and there’s always an adult right next to them in case she falls. The Coopers might even break their “no dogs in the bedroom” rule so he can lay next to her on the floor at night

The Captain would be very interested too but I feel like he wouldn’t quite know how to help. He would be very bewildered I think lol He would still check on her during the day and come running every time she starts crying but isn’t sure what to do. He’s more there for emotional support lol Pat would love to play w her. They teach her how to play fetch and even tho she’s terrible at it, they play a lot. She’ll throw the ball like six inches then laugh and clap as Pat brings it back (he just has to move his head, not even run or anything lol) It’s not the most exciting game of fetch but Mia always has a blast so he has fun too

Kitty ripped up quite a few of Mia’s blankets and onesies in retaliation. Every time she gets yelled at and thrown outside where she cries by herself. What makes them like each other is one day when Mia was abt toddler age, she called Kitty a “pretty puppy” and put a bow in her hair. Kitty decided maybe she wasn’t so bad lol Fanny makes sure to stay out of grabbing range as Mia likes to pull her ears and and poke her eyes but there have been multiple times where she’s gone running to get Alison when Mia was fussing. I think Mary would also like her coming from a home that had kids. She goes and does her own thing most of the time but she doesn’t mind sitting next to Mia or letting her pet her w her clumsy baby hands

[mack-timelines]

Pirate Sam and Max done my way

My way or the highway pfft-

The testing designs and what not- Sam- Captain Wolfhound Max- Shark Face

Some lore down here:

They were apart of Captain Flintlock's(Flint Paper) Crew. He had unfortunately died due to a rough battle with his enemies, most of the crew was injured. (thats why max has scars)

They had to find a new captain, which they didn't want to do of course, they decided to vote among them self because they didn't want some random guy they dont know that much about to lead them. lol. Sam got chose and had to earn the crew's respect. Which he did over time. Everyone started to call him Captain Wolfhound, he liked due it being a nice nod to his dog breed. The strongest crew member, he could break your arm but since he has a no blood on his hands code you will most likely die by something he did to kill you. Gets along with everyone on board, the respect is really bro-

Max is his right hand man and didn't earn it from just being his friend, The role is important and can't just be offered freely. He is the second strongest to Sam and is not fond or friends with everyone in the crew. One very bad impression is enough for him to not to trust you. Only Max can call Captain Wolfhound by his real name, but he still shows respect by saying Captain Sam. He still called lil buddy and Sam also calls him his best Mate. Max sleeps in the treasure room basically a guard dog.

The crew's name is The Black Steel crew, named after Flintlock's boat. They maybe have changed the flag a bit but carry on in the name of their old dear captain. <3

[gamergirlbonestaskforce141riot]

It's the little things (4)

Previous / Next

The gang was out on a Saturday evening, Price's idea, and stopped for coffee. The outdoor terrace was mostly full of people taking advantage of the warm weather, but they found a table big enough for them, next to a group of people with several dogs.

Dogs who were so happy to receive attention.

Gaz and Riot immediately were all over the floor playing with the pups, while Soap protested loudly from his seat and Price and Ghost went inside to order.

"Hi, good evening. We need five drinks, name's John" Price dealt with the bartender, a bored looking man who didn't seem to find strange to serve two big muscled men, one of them wearing a black balaclava. "Two black coffee... two macchiattos... and another macchiatto, but this one with warm milk and not pipping hot. Thank you... here you go, I'll pay with card"

Ghost was looking out the window, waiting to help Price carry the drinks outside. Gaz was lying on the ground with a Dachshund and a Fox Terrier proudly slumped over his chest, and Riot was kneeling, squeezing and scratching the ears of an elated Irish Wolfhound whose tail was wiggling hard enough to hit its owners legs like a whip as they laughed.

Even Soap was patting nervously the head of a yellow Labrador Retriever who had decided the Scot was its current best friend and sat on his shoes.

"Here you go, five drinks under the name John" The bartender called out, and Ghost turned around to grab one of the card holders. But first, he checked each of the macchiatto cups.

All three of them were burning to the touch.

"Which one is the warm one?"

Price stopped, with his hand already on the door handle, and looked back when he heard the tone in Ghost's voice. The bartender shrugged, and the Captain almost smirked. Oh boy.

"Made all three the same"

"He asked for one to be warm" Ghost's voice wasn't particularly hard, yet, but the bartender had to be some kind of special stupid to not sense that he was in danger, in Price's opinion.

"What does it matter, mate? It's not that hot"

Price walked back to the bar counter, ready to intervene, but the looming giant was faster.

"You either remake it, or I throw it at your face and you tell me if it's that hot or not... mate"

The bartender looked up, and for the first time seemed to have a bit of worry about his well-being. As he hurried to remake the drink, Price chuckled, nudging Ghost's side with his elbow, holding the other card tray with the black coffees.

The Lieutenant just ignored him, his smoldering look fixated on the bartender to make sure the twat did as told this time.

Five minutes later they were at the table with the drinks, waiting for Riot and Gaz to get off the ground now that the dog owners were leaving. Soap sighed with relief.

Riot sat beside Ghost with a wide happy smile after being smothered in love by the dogs, and looked at the three macchiattos, hesitating. The Lieutenant grabbed the one with a sharpie mark on the side and handed it to her.

"Oh... it's warm" Her smile was relieved now, with her scar it was difficult to have too hot or too cold food or beverages, the tissue was very sensitive. Happily, she started adding sugar and stirring.

Gaz and Soap were laughing, comparing their own macchiattos, and Price sipped his black coffee, smiling indulgently. These moments with his kids were what made everything else bearable.

Still grinning, he observed while Riot kept explaining something about the dogs to Ghost, who was just looking at her, his balaclava hooked over his nose to sip his coffee from time to time.

Oh, if only he could sneak a photo to show Heather.

[twilightichor]

𝐂𝐂𝐗𝐈𝐈. Just made myself some time to complete the Natlan Interlude and I have to say that it's quite harrowing what these people had to go through in terms of hallucinations and other symptoms related to the abyssal exposure. Once again, I find myself thinking about what life in Khaenri'ah must've been like with the perpetual exposure to the Abyss, including very dark things like those obsessed with it thinking something along the lines of "it must be a blessing to be that way" and feeding even more into their belief that the Abyss can conquer even the gods. Moreover, there is something Iansan says that makes me think about something else:

◜Seems like the key to getting through to them is whatever they cherish the most. Kind of like their last spark of hope... [...]◞

I'm aware that she's meaning what the people inflicted by the Abyss cherish the most as a last resort to their recovery, but I couldn't help but think back about how Dain described those who we presently know as the Five Sinners: people of great esteem in Khaenri'ah, those who carried the hopes of the nation. While he doesn't include himself among the five (since some time I was sure that it's because he doesn't count himself as a sinner in the same manner as he does them), he was indisputably one among the six pillars of Khaenri'ah so to speak. It's quite curious the notion that they were revered as these people's "spark of hope", each on their respective fields. Not necessarily going around healing people, but giving them hope each excelling in their field of expertise that does give some hope that things can be better in the future. In Dain's own field, I would see him as a more battle-oriented strength, aiding mostly those of the high standing positions not solely because of his role as the captain of the Black Serpent Knights, but also because he comes from an important background, too.

One thing that crossed my mind and that seems to be a common interpretation of others is the fact that those "young brilliant ones of the age" he had gathered in order to save his brother and Khaenri'ah with it as something secondary may be who we know as the Five Sinners sans Vedrfolnir, who was imprisoned at the time. Although this is quite conflicting with the fact that Gold isn't precisely young, granted that the wolfhounds are of her creation and have existed since the age of the Crimson Moon Dynasty, and it also conflicts with the the prospect that, if they were revered so highly, then why turn to Lumine as their hope and not the others too? This is, unless we're once again talking about an even more clearly divided society that not all of them believed in the Abyss and originally, neither of the Six were aligned with it until something happened. This will still remain as a very big plothole for me, but the point still stands.

Lastly, the thought of naming Dain as the Twilight Sword. For one, I believe this must've been a very big honor for him granted that he's so serious in the art of swordsmanship and according to a leak, it's an actual ideal too but it's also so telling that he was seen something akin to a light in Khaenri'ah despite how arguably dim the twilight light may be (I still stand that he may represent the blue hour, which is also one of the moments within the twilight) —it's the moment where the sun goes down, after all—, because no matter how little the light is, it's a big deal in a place where the sun didn't exist and everything must've been mostly dark unless they had created an artificial sun of their own on the same fashion as it was done in Enkanomiya.

[potato-lord-but-not]

Okay. Different anon. Adora as Patrician, Angua running the guard. 2 words: "Dearheart's Wolfhound". (Moist and Carrot get along splendidly. Moist underestimated Captain Carrot exactly Once. Now they share tips on how to get their wives to not overwork themselves.)

OOO yes absolutely. Ankh-Morpork in its girlboss era.

[thehouseoflore]

Without further ado. Here is a sneak peak of my latest writing: Fool’s Gold! This is a Pirate!Harry story and I hope this makes up for my terrible procrastination skills.

BANG!

Y/N gasps out at the loud noise, falling onto the ground. That sounded like a canon, were they under attack? Was the crew finally deciding on anarchy on the ship?

BANG!

Another loud noise, she could hear yelling and running around...this wasn't good. She quickly got up and rushed out onto the deck, finding Smithins already holding the journal he always carried around tight to his chest. He looked as if he was about to faint.

"What's going on?" She whispered to him. She could feel her panic brewing, this was the first time she had seen him so frightened.

"I don't know...I think we are being raided.

"Raided? By who?"

"Oh god!"

She turned to see the captain in sheer hysteria, running from his cabin with his hands over his mouth.

"He's found me, oh he's found me I'm done for! I'm ruined!"

"Who Captain?" one of the crew members asks.

"Scary Harry, I'm a dead man! You might as well slap the black spot on me!"

The captain wailed and screamed in fear and agony, he was already dramatic enough but this was far worse.

"Who is Scary Harry?" She asked Smithins. She saw how he reacted strongly to the announcement. His eyes widened, clinging the book closer while muttering to himself.

"The Sea Wolf..." he finally rasped out.

Her heart stopped at that moment, she had heard from other crew members about the pirate known as The Sea Wolf. He was nortorious being the most bloodthirsty pirate that ever sailed the seas. Smithins even told her himself that The Sea Wolf was the enforcer of the pirate code. Any pirate who broke the code would be hunted down by him, and be made a gross example of.

"I need you to listen to me," Smithins whispered to her. "I want you to just lay low, do not draw attention to yourself. We are probably going to be transferred to his crew."

"What about you?"

"I'm staying right here by you dove. We just have to do what we are told."

That's when she saw it, a huge black ship inching closer to them. A flag of a wolf's head raised high for all to see. This was it, she was about to get a taste of actual pirates. Gruesome pirates at that.

The crew got on the ship so fast, causing all of them to huddle together. She kept true to Smithins' instructions, making sure her head hung low so she blended in.

She could hear heavy footsteps of boots, from what little she saw this had to the The Sea Wolf. She also could hear the panting of a dog that wasn't far behind, grey and wired-haired. From her knowledge of dog breeds it had to be an Irish Wolfhound he kept as a pet.

The captain was on his knees, whimpering and being a blumbering idiot. A sigh of defeat left her, who would have thought her little adventure would end this way.

"George Humpfres," she heard a deep, smooth voice speak to the captain. "You broke the code."

"I am so, so sorry Harry-"

"Harold." The tone was sharp, it sent chills down her spine.

"Harold, sorry...yes I-I know that I...went a little far."

"A bit? Section 3 of the Pirate Code clearly states that none shall game with money either by dice or cards. But you went past that, didn't you? Caused some people to be quite disgruntled by you."

"Please...Sir, I beg of you...I have a problem, yes but I-I can change!"

"You are a joke, a disgrace to the name of the pirate. You would rather have your men starve for your selfishness. You reacting this way only proves you know the fate you are about to face. Luckily I’ll spare your life…however, you are going to have to go to the island."

"The-The island?! Oh Sir please, please do not send me there! Cut my fingers, throw me to the sharks but not the island!"

The island? Was he going to have the captain be marooned? Being marooned on an island is often the fate of a pirate that breaks rules. There were islands everywhere however, what was so frightening about that place?

"Begging is very unbecoming for you George. The very least you can do is fight for your life. White Pirate, more like yellow belly. No matter, Mitch?"

She heard more footsteps.

"Please be sure to have him locked up with nothing but the basics, whatever he had on this eyesore now belongs to us as collateral. I'm sure your team will appreciate the structure they are about to receive George."

"Remember," she heard Smithins whisper. "Stay low, keep close to me yeah?"

She nodded, feeling herself being moved. She stayed close behind him, looking down at his feet the whole time. Just then she heard a noise from the dog, but it wasn't a growl or anything threatening. It was more like...happy panting. She could even see the dog trying to lick her fingers. This dog was going to draw attention to her and she would be found out! Her father always told her dogs were loyal but stupid.

"Stop...stop it," she whispered. Trying to shoo the dog away but it wouldn't let up. Following alongside her.

What she didn't know, as she was walking down the plank, a man stood nearby watching the whole thing. His head slowly turned with her movement. She couldn't see his sharp green eyes looking at her or the small tapping of his ringed fingers on the holder of his pistol. She didn’t even hear the small “hm” he made.

Meanwhile, her curiosity was getting the better of her when they came to a stop. She had to know what was happening, at least see where she was. Slowly she raised her head a bit to get a look. They were all still huddled together, but she could at least see two men dressed in black holding the captain in shackles.

The captain was still blubbering and crying. His white suit was covered in dirt, from being manhandled she was sure of it. Then came the footsteps again, slow and heavy.

A sort of broadening man wearing a long tattered trench coat walked toward the three men at an agonizing pace. From the little detail she could see, he had long, wavy hair and a rather large-looking captain hat that rested on his head. This was certainly The Sea Wolf, or Scary Harry, whatever he was called.

“George,” he spoke. Leaning close to the captain’s face. “Now I want you to be honest with me. Because now your life truly depends on it. Have any of your men sneaked a woman on board?”

Oh shit.

Her eyes widened, looking up at Smithins. She couldn’t see his reaction, but she noticed a small breath inhaled sharply out of him.

The captain looked at the man in question in pure shock, followed by a high-pitched laugh.

“A woman?! Sir, I do believe you are gravely mistaken! I-I may have broken some laws but certainly not that!”

“How curious,” the man’s voice didn’t sound angry, far too calm for even her taste. “Pearl!”

That’s when she saw the dog prancing over to him. By that point, he turned around facing them. The hat was so wide in the brim that she still couldn’t see his face. But she could see the rings on his hands and the many pistols around his waist as he scratched the dog’s head.

“Females can smell other females,” he stated. “And little Pearl here can smell a woman from a mile away. Are you calling my pet a liar?”

“Wha-no! Of course not Harry, I mean Harold! I'm just saying…that I make sure to count the crew every month and I can swear to you on the Bible that I have exactly four-“

Suddenly the captain stopped, he looked as if he was counting the huddled crew. His eyes grew wide, mouthing numbers only to start hyperventilating.

“There’s supposed to be 14,” he rasped. “14 is above 13…they are supposed to be above 13!”

The crew around her grumbled in annoyance. It seemed the captain was so wrapped up in his gambling he didn’t even notice the additional member.

“The number of men is the least of your problems. Now I’m going to ask you again. Did one of your men, sneak a woman on board in disguise? Which, may I remind you per Section 6 of the code is a violation resulting in death.”

As he talked she could see him coming towards the crew causing her to jerk her head back down. Stupid mutt gave her away just by smelling her! She heard the footsteps get louder with each slow step. Her heart was racing, and for a brief moment, she began to regret running away from home.

She wanted to see her father again, to hug him and cry on his shoulder. Tell him how sorry she was, that she would marry Liam if that made him happy. She should have escaped on the first port they landed! She should have stayed with the original plan, but no. She with her social butterfly tendencies got caught up with the crew and now she was going to be killed!

The footsteps stopped right beside her, she couldn’t help but notice he smelled sort of…nice. Then again being around smelly men and washed in sea marsh changes your sense of smell. But that was beside the point, she had to keep her head down…maybe, just maybe in some crazy way, he would look past her and be none the wiser.

“All the mud and ocean mist can’t cover up the scent of a pretty girl.”

Suddenly she felt fingertips on her chin, not by force, but he was firm in making her look up at him. Her curiosity got the best of her, for while she wanted to see what he looked like she didn’t want him to see him this close.

The first thing she noticed was his eyes. Sharp and green, like emeralds. A long beard that had some trinkets wrapped in it. His face was rough and yet…sort of handsome. She found her potential killer handsome, the heat must be getting to her.

“All the treasure in the world and the prettiest one just fell on my lap.”

He then looked down at his dog with a small laugh.

“Might have to get you a fine steak for this Pearly.”

The high-pitched cry from the captain broke the tension. Causing everyone to look as he fell onto his knees.

“A woman on my ship?! Oh, Sir, please! I didn’t not know! I didn’t know she was on board please don’t kill me!”

The Sea Wolf didn’t seem all that phased, whistling at some men and jerking his head toward something.

“Take her to the main chamber.”

She saw the men walk over, grabbing both ends of her causing her to scream out. Suddenly The Sea Wolf pulled out one of his pistols at one of them. His face hardened with a small growl coming from the dog.

“Learn your fucking manners,” his voice dark and raspy. “You treat delicates with care!”

The men muttered a “yes captain” before taking her away. The closer they got to the door the more her panic was rising. Then the last thing she remembered happening, was how she screamed for her father before her world went black.

[evl-qn]

‘ random names important or relevant throughout regina’s life or history :

' sir adam berkley / the captain of the black knights, loyal to queen regina throughout her reign, and referred to often as the queen's sword. his fc is gerard butler. in storybrooke, his name is drew brennan and he works in the storybrooke fire department, alongside a handful of what remains of regina's black knights, as the fire chief.

' sir oliver thomás / regina's queen's guard, her right hand, tasked solely with shadowing regina, referred to as the queen's shield. his fc was javier bardem. oliver has been with regina since aethos, assigned to her upon king xavier naming her his heir. when aethos fell, he remained with her until he died three months before regina cast the dark curse.

' thaddeus / her father's wolfhound, regina grew up with him. he was already thirteen years old by the time regina wed leopold, he died two years later. regina was devastated when she heard via a letter from her father.

' rocinante / regina's horse, a thoroughbred. regina's prized steed. so important to her that she initially thought his heart would suffice as 'the thing she loved most' - he was her only friend throughout her childhood and into her reign as queen, the only soul she could trust unconditionally. after daniel's death, only regina was allowed to touch rocinante.

’ claire fairchild / regina’s childhood and considered first ‘friend’ who regina trusted until it was discovered her mother orchestrated the relationship. her fc is tba.

' other names / lady elise marcelle ( lady-in-waiting ), elias and ezra torrence ( black knights ), atrion ( war horse )

[carewyncromwell]

jasmine & chia for desiree and bat💙

jasmine ⇢ do you have a movie or book you loved but will never watch/read again?

[Desiree has to consider this question incredibly carefully.]

Desiree: "...Truthfully...no, I cannot zhink of anyzhing zhat fits zis question. I have not watched many non-Magique moving pictures, but ze few I have zeen are pleasant enough. And as for books -- mon Dieu! Even zhose books zhat I have read a million times, I would be happy to read again. Even zhose books I have read and not enjoyed as much as ozhers, I would be willing to try again at zome later date. If I end up not liking zhem again, ah! C'est la vie. And zhere are zo many more wonderful zhings to read, in zheir place."

Bat: "Robinson Crusoe. I read it quite a few times as a young lad, largely because there weren't that many fiction books in print appropriate for boys my age back then, Muggle or otherwise...but over time, I've found both the main character and his outlook on the world and the people in it who differ from him less and less pleasant. From what I've been able to research about the author of the novel, it seems Mr. Defoe was an intellectual to a degree, indulging in political satire and championing the ideas of religious freedom at a time when people were arrested for speaking ill of the nobility and violently persecuted for their faith...but the character Defoe created sadly embodies the painfully racist, imperialistic attitude that many non-Britons came to associate with England in particular, when it was a world power."

chia ⇢ what’s an inside joke you have with someone else?

[Desiree can't bite back a wry smile.]

Desiree: "I do not know if zis counts...but ze very time we first met, Monsieur Aquila told me to call him by his nickname alone. I refused, zince we were still but strangers, and it would not be appropriate -- zo I only called him 'Monsieur Aquila.' Even when I joined his crew, I zhought it would be best to call him 'Captain,' for zhat is what he is."

[Her long-lashed black eyes twinkle with something almost girlish, with how much amusement dances through her expression.]

Desiree: "Even now, he ztill tries to coax me to just call him by his nickname -- but I never do."

Julio Aquila is a very handsome name. Zeems a great shame, to shorten it.

@kathrynalicemc

[Have a fanged smirk.]

Bat: "Oh, my old school friends and I had plenty, back in the day. Most of them at my expense...but hey, it was all in good fun! I laughed just as much as anyone else."

Sometimes all you can do in the face of having eternal bad luck is have a good sense of humor about it...

[Memories of Barty and Cecelia swooping in to save him from the consequences of yet another lost bet flicker over Bat's mind, making a bittersweet smile twitch at the corners of his lips.]

Bat: "For a more modern example, though, I can always point to one I've got with Grim. I very often have to go up to the school in dog form -- I'm an Irish Wolfhound Animagus -- and quite a few the portraits have found me rather cute, especially when I come bearing gifts for Grim in my teeth. So several of them started calling me different things, such as 'Mutt' or 'Wolfy' -- "

[Bat's fanged grin spreads.]

Bat: " -- nicknames that Grim occasionally will also 'adopt,' when we're out in public with me as a dog. He always gets such compliments about how well trained I am."

[It's clear this amuses Bat greatly.]

@cursebreakerfarrier

Plant Ask!

[theirishwolfhound]

AHoGiSoG- Chapter 3: The Ural Mountains Pt. 1

Mission Start: Locate Unknown Target Word Count: 5,671

Content Warnings: Gays Flirting, Dad Jokes, Really Bad Flirting Happy Pride month! Enjoy these four gays hiking chatting. Not too much action (violence mostly) takes place in these few chapters, take it as a slice of life type content. Just to see the vibes and how I imagine everyone interacts with one another. :) Banners are from: @Firefly Graphics

5:45 July 31st, 2022

The same faint, annoying blare of an alarm clock that woke him up every morning began to buzz in the empty room. He slapped his hand over the clock, turning it off before sitting up to get ready for the morning. Running a rough hand over his face and through his messy hair, he swung his legs over the side of the bed to stand up and stretch his sore muscles. A low groan pooled from his lips as he headed to his bathroom to clean up and get ready for the day. He would get dressed into his fatigues— they’d have time to put their gear on and check it later— tucking his shirt into his pants to look somewhat put together, and exit his room to walk towards the common room. 

The walk was quiet, his boots hitting the floor just right to avoid making any sound, nor did any of the soldiers that were up that early pay him any mind, it was way too early for a conversation after all— at least that was the idea.

“Ghost! Good mornin’...” The familiar Irish accent got his attention and he was quick to look up towards the sergeant that stood in front of the coffee maker, his fatigues covering up the pale canvas of skin underneath. Curly hair pulled back into, what he could only guess was supposed to be, a bun while a small smile splayed across his lips. For once he looked well rested, and it looked good on him. “I, uh, made ye’ tae.”

“Sergeant.” Ghost greeted, giving the younger man a nod as he made his way over to the Irishman so that he could take the cup of tea from him when it was offered out. He looked down to the cup and hummed softly to himself. “Thanks, lad, didn’t ‘ave to make me a cuppa…” He mumbled, pushing his mask up slightly to take a sip when Wolfhound turned to continue pouring himself some coffee. Johnny had come by after he had left Crow’s bunk, telling him that the Irishman might have a sneaking suspicion on their more intimate affairs— but Simon was surprised the man didn’t figure it out sooner, considering how clingy Soap was. But at least he knew now what the two had been teasing one another about. “How did you sleep?” 

“Like a feckin’ babe.” Crow laughed softly as he set the pot back under the dispenser and picked his mug up to turn towards Simon. He hummed a little, lightly reaching over to slug the taller man in the shoulder. “T’anks t’ya. Now, uh, I’ve gotta go finish up m’paperwork so it won’ pile up ta’much..” 

“Hm… yer welcome, red.” The lieutenant mused, rolling his eyes at the other’s words. He took a sip of the tea, sighing in faint delight before watching the ginger take his mug and exit the common room. “Have fun.”

~~~~

Hours would pass before any of the sergeants or the lieutenant would see one another. Between training separately or tying up loose work before they had to leave, but once they were given the word to finally group up at the tarmac they would. Price was waiting for them near the helicopter, watching as they approached with gloved hands tightening loose gear to their proper fittings. He stepped over to Gaz when Ghost stepped in front of Soap, the two commanding officers tugging and inspecting their gear while Wolfhound adjusted his a little bit more. The smaller man occasionally glanced up to watch the four men fret over one another. With a few pats to the older sergeant’s chest the captain moved on to the younger’s, checking over his gear. 

“I know you’ll take care of the lads out there,” Price started, his voice soft enough for the other three to not hear— not like they were listening anyways, they were bickering with one another while trying to check Ghost’s gear as the tall man grumbled in annoyance. Crow stumbled a little when John gripped the sides of his vest, pulling on it to make sure it was strapped perfectly. “...just make sure you let them do the same for you, y’hear?” 

“Aye, cap…” The Irishman chuckled softly, lightly patting the captain’s hands a little to reassure the man, he knew that he could be stubborn on missions with how he put others before himself. Though ever after he lost his fiancé he couldn’t help but make sure his team got out safely, even if he had to fight tooth and nail to do so. “We’ll come back safe n’ sound, yeah?” 

Price didn't need the reassurance, trusting his men enough to go in and get the job done so that they could come back to him and the others— but he needed at least one, preferably two at most, to come back without an injury. “Right well… I’ll hold you lads to that.” He chuckled, lightly letting the smaller man go, patting his chest like he had done for Kyle, before walking back to the other three. Sure the simple gesture was given before almost every mission, but it still felt nice— reassuring even, leaving the younger man wanting more for the simple comfort. Crow looked to the spot that had been patted and smiled softly, placing his hand over it before quickly rejoining the group. 

Wolfhound stood at Gaz’s side and gave the taller a faint smile as Price spoke about the mission details once again, the four men listening intently before they loaded onto the helicopter. 

~~~~

After a long and rather boring flight, with the occasional smartass roast sesh between Johnny and Kyle— specifically when the Scot fumbled over his words when he was talking about a dream he had the night prior— they would land and clamber off the helicopter. Waving the pilot off with a quick signal before they began their trek. 

The unadulterated beauty of the landscape was like a breath of fresh air, literally, compared to the scenery around the base. Their more desert-like home was nothing in beauty when put against a lush green valley with a healthy mixed forest of coniferous and deciduous trees before them. Crow stared out from the flat summit they had been dropped on, turning in a circle to look south at the distant steppes and nearly full deciduous woods. His eyes wide with appreciation, only for him to smile widely and hop lightly on his feet. He couldn’t help but feel giddy at the naturalistic view that he had before him. 

“Cac naofa... Tá sé chomh hálainn…” He breathed out and then turned to look at his teammates as they watched him. There was something so ethereal about seeing the normally unamused man seem so… smiley and excited. Johnny couldn’t help but smirk and raise one of his brows. 

“Cannae keep yerself contained, eh, ya wee cuilean?” The Scot teased before laughing as the Irishman glared playfully at him. 

Wolfhound gave a gesture with his hand and scoffed slightly. “Wud ya get outta t’at garden, big fella!” He hissed back with a laugh while the Scot joined in.

“Oi, would y’two muppets stop arguin’?” Gaz quipped teasingly as he moved to gesture  the ginger man over, wrapping an arm around his shoulders to pull him north. He slid his hand up into Crow’s hair, ruffling the already tangled curls enough to earn a soft growl from him. “C’mon, we can admire the view while we walk rather than faffing around.” 

~~~~

August 1st, 2022

After walking as far as they could before the sun set, and a restful night in tents, the four would wake back up and begin to dismantle their tents— Wolfhound and Gaz working together with little argument, though a lot of snickering as Ghost purposefully messed with Soap by toying with the tent as the Scot worked on unhooking the stakes. Once they were packed up and ready to travel they would begin to head north once again, after having a quick breakfast of course. They hiked through the valley and up the incline of a steep mountain path that Johnny took one look at and called the degree of the incline. 16° according to him, and no one had the right to argue because the bastard was right. 

The man was fucking brilliant. It was one of the many features about Soap that Wolfhound loved, his intelligence, simply because it made everything so much easier— and it was lowkey attractive, even when it pissed the Irishman off. But he couldn’t deny that he loved giving him problems to solve just to see him happy about planning or solving a puzzle that he himself was having trouble with. Though when it came to something that Crow was supposed to be good at, he couldn’t tell if he was supposed to be impressed or angry that he was right.

It was a hard climb—not overly difficult, just annoying— but they managed to get to the peak and out of the valley so that they could continue along the way. It felt more casual than other missions, like a hike between friends despite the lingering caution in the air since they knew that they would eventually find some sort of resistance. Yet that did not stop them all from lightly joking around especially whenever it came time to take a quick break a little bit after noon.

“What is red and bad for yer teeth?” Ghost asked gruffly while opening his canteen to take a sip, watching as Soap struggled to open up his rations. 

“What’s it?” Gaz asked, chuckling slightly as Wolfhound snatched the rations from the Scot to open it for him.

“A brick.”

A soft snort came from the Irishman’s nose, only for him to bring a hand up to his brow and pinch it slightly. “Oh my God.” He breathed softly, stifling the rest of his laugh while the other two shared one. “T’at was terrible.”  

“Y’laughed.” The lieutenant teased with a gruff chuckle. 

“An’ I regret it immensely.” 

“Oh I’ve one fer ya’.” Soap said with a mouthful of his ration, a sly smile on his face. “Jus’ git back from a magic holiday in France, great hospitality in te’ hotel. Every time I ordered twa pints, they brought me three!” 

Gaz snorted at the joke, rolling his eyes before watching as the Scot beamed proudly with his joke, his eyes sparkling faintly. The other two had to take a moment to understand, but they also wound up chuckling— at least Ghost did, considering Wolfhound was still trying to mask his giggles. Garrick seemed to take a few seconds then crossed his arms over his chest. “Where do y’ take someone who was injured inna peekaboo accident, eh?” 

He paused for a few seconds making sure to hold eye contact with the first one that looked to him— and unfortunately the ginger-haired man was the first to glance over. He held a straight face then smirked when he noticed Crow’s attempt to stifle the little smile that was trying to form. “...the ICU.” 

The younger’s breathing stuttered softly at the silly joke— though when a certain someone to his right let out a hearty laugh he couldn't help but laugh as well. He hid his face in his hands and shook his head as he giggled, the sound more genuine than any of his other laughs. “Eejits! Te’ lot of ya’.” He chortled, which only caused Johnny to laugh even more. 

“Yet y’laughed. Again.” Ghost chuckled, watching as the redhead looked at him through his fingers. 

He hid the goofy smile behind his palms then shook his head slightly. “An’ I regret it immensely.” It was a lie, they could all tell from the way he hid his lip— hid his tell, but they didn't call him on it. Not yet anyways. 

~~~~

The day would go by fairly quickly, and soon— after another half day of hiking— the night would come and the four men would settle down. Though as they ate, Crow set to work after grabbing a flattish rock to start digging a hole… much to the confusion of the other three. It was odd. Wolfhound had his…. quirks sure, but they never included digging holes like an actual dog. 

“Oi, heathen,” Kyle laughed softly, lightly flinging a bit of soil in Crow's direction to get his attention. “What in t'bloody Hell are you doing, wolf?” 

“Dakota fire hole. Keep who'ver's on watch warm while bein’ sneaky still.” The shorter man replied as he continued to dig out the main hole with practiced fervent motions. “G'get some nice dry wood and kindlin’ fer me.” 

At the wave of his hand, and to humor his request, the three went to find the items near the campsite they had set up— which they managed to do rather smoothly, no thanks to the bitching that happened during the setting up of tents. Finding the dry pieces of wood was rather tedious as when Soap brought back some sticks, Wolfhound would feel their bark before looking to the Scot with a disapproving frown… only for it to turn into a playful grin when he noticed the pout on his friend's lips. 

“A'said dry, MacTavish, nae fresh out th’ river!” The Irish sergeant teased as he jammed the sticks down into the hole to hollow out the tunnel that would feed air into the fire. “...jus’ kiddin’, mate. T'ese will do jus’ fine.” He chuckled when he noticed the frowning pout on the Scotsman's face. 

With the help of the other three the Irishman was able to get a small, nearly smokeless, and completely out of sight fire going. He breathed out happily and then turned to look at the others. “I’ll take th’first watch, eh?” Crow offered, smiling gently to the others. “Get some rest, lads— I’ll wake th’lot of ya if somethin’ happens.”

13:04 August 2nd, 2022

“‘Ave you lads ever heard of th’ Dyatlov Pass incident? Took place further up in the Urals.” Crow’s voice called back to the three men as they walked down a particularly smooth grassy hill. The previous night had gone by relatively easily, and breakfast was just nice, seeing as they were able to actually heat it up since they fed the fire throughout the night— up until the Irishman buried it to leave no trace except loose dirt. “Happened back in 1959, nine people died from a few differn’ causes. Mostly hypothermia, some had blunt force trauma t’ough.” 

“I think I’ve heard of it,” Kyle hummed as he trailed behind the ginger man. “Can’t say I know much onnit.”

“If it makes y’feel better, no one knew what caused it fer a while.” Crow mused, turning to walk backwards so he could look at Kyle. “Back t’en no one knew what could’ve killed them. Whether it be th’ Soviet military, fall winds, animals… hell some people even t’ought it was a supernatural force or t’ey all panicked due to a low-frequency sound.” He paused then smiled faintly. “Back in 2020 t’ough, th’ Russian government said it was an avalanche after openin’ up another investigation.”

“Why the hell d’ya know about this?” Simon asked with a faint chuff of a laugh. 

“Looked it up when Cap’in first told us about t’is mission.” 

“Did ya’ always look up things like this before a recon?” 

“Nah, sometimes I jus’ know t’ings.” He boasted playfully. “Mostly about flora and fauna… but I keep m’eyes on some true crime stories… runnin’ inta cannibals is a fear o’mine.” 

“Cannibals?” Ghost asked with a faint chuckle

“Aye, t’ey’re… uh kinda scary.” 

“Well, go on then, puppy, give us a few facts about th’other things y’know.” 

Wolfhound had to pause his backwards stride at Gaz’s voice, his eyes narrowing in faint disbelief— only to shoot an annoyed glare at Soap, who smiled proudly. ‘He’s put others up to this game now?’ It had been a common thing to hear from Soap, especially when Wolfhound started to come around a few months back, but he never would have thought he’d get the others in on it. “Is fuath liom tú.” He muttered out to the older man before shaking his head. ‘Smug bastard.’ But he could never deny liking the teasing, though before it had only been Soap calling him that— as far as he knew. 

“Why in the bleedin’ hells ‘ave you lads started t’at, eh?” He asked with a scoff, turning on his heels to face forward and start walking down the hill once again when he felt a rush of warmth rise to his face. 

“Ye like it,” Soap teased with a laugh. “...an’ it’s a play on yer nickname… truer than jus’ ‘Wolf’. An’ besides… we’re friends we gotta tease one anotha’.” 

‘Yeah, friends..’ The Irishman pursed his lips slightly then threw his hands up slightly, almost in defeat before he let them drop down to his sides once again. He needed to change the subject not wanting to dwell on the ‘friendly’ teasing— even though he knew it wasn’t just a friend thing to call one another names like that, freckles sure but not puppy. “I…” He huffed and shook his head. “Yeah, I d’mind it.” ‘More than you’ll ever know.’

He was quiet for a few seconds feeling the wind against his face before he heard Gaz’s voice speak to him once again. “Whatta ‘bout those facts?” Which got him to think much more intently, specifically about what he knew about their general area.

“Th’ eurasian brown bear is Russia’s national animal… t’ey live in t’ese parts too.” Crow said, looking over his shoulder to the three men with an annoyed look to give them a sharp playful glare. “T’ere’s like… ova’ a hundred thousand of ‘em in this country. T’ey're unpredictable, an’ ye’ gotta be big an’ loud to scare ‘em off.” He chuckled, turning back around once he was sure that his blush had died down. “Like t’is.” Crow said, raising his arms over his head before letting out a short yell— to which it would have been longer if he didn’t stumble into a small divot in the soft grass. 

The yell turned into a series of grunts and laughs as he toppled backwards, due to the extra weight of his backpack, and down the remainder of the hill. At first the three men were worried— well Soap and Gaz seemed worried, Ghost had to clench his jaw shut to not laugh at the sight— but hearing the man laugh as he tumbled down the hill eased their concerns. 

“Oh you dumbass!” Kyle grumbled as he hurried down the hill followed by John, who was now laughing teasingly. The oldest of the sergeants made it to Crow’s position, watching the younger hold his sides as he laughed, while John managed to slip on the grass and join the other at the bottom of the hill. It was more like a series of giggles, but burrs and twigs, among many other small plant debris, had gotten tangled into his curly hair and some even stuck to his gear. Soap was no better, laughing and lightly pulling little bits of nature from his mohawk. 

 “Oi get up, y'knobheads.” Kyle laughed as he moved to gently nudge both men with the side of his boot, only to grab Crow’s hands when the younger man stuck them up in the air for assistance— lifting him off the ground, unlike Simon who playfully slapped John’s hands when he asked for help off the ground. The Irishman laughed as he was yanked off the ground and into the oldest sergeant’s arms, lightly clinging to him as he continued to giggle. 

“Dinnae see th’ hole t’ere.” Wolfhound said as he lightly held onto one of Gaz’s arms to keep himself steady. “’aven’t rolled downa hill inna while… I t’ink I needed t’at.” 

~~~~

That night Crow spent most of his time around the hidden fire pulling twigs and leaves from his hair, cursing playfully as he tossed the items into the fire pit while he listened to the others speak. 

“I jus’ hope th’cap lets us head to the pubs after this mission,” Kyle groaned as he opened his MRE. “O’Neil said th’first round’s on him after all.”

“Yeah, jus’ th’ first, one rule t’ough.” The younger man chuckled as he continued his light grooming. “Has t’be a pub I choose.” 

“Oh easy deal,'' came the other man’s reply. “You probably know better places t’go anyways, eh?” 

Wolfhound shook his head lightly. “Nah, mate. Malakai did t’ough. He scouted out th’places we wen’ to.” He chuckled and tossed the last (hopefully) burr from his hair then reached to his vest to open one of the pockets. The Irishman would pull out a rubber band then slide it onto his wrist as he began to braid his hair back. “I’m… not a super heavy drinker really. Got scared outta it when I was a lil’ lamb. But communion wine is fine, I guess, heh..” 

“Eugh, altar wine.” Soap groaned and shook his head as he took a bite from his meal. “That’s boakin’. I’d rather be a roaster than eva’ drink t’at shite again.” 

“It ain’t too bad, now t’at I’m grown.” Crow admitted with a shrug and then smiled faintly, only to clear his throat slightly. “Bu’ yeah, Kai had a list of pubs t’at were top tier— I’m sure he wouldnae mind if I shared ‘em wit ya lads, hmhm.” 

“Figured he’d come t’haunt us if he dinnae like sharing his bonnie lad wit us, few pubs won’t hurt.”

Simon shot a silent glare at John, while Kyle looked at him with a bit of warning— though Crow blinked and glanced over to the Scotsman as he finally tied his braid off with a faint hum. His smile had slowly faded to a faint frown, though he did not seem too upset and was rather in thought. He then nodded slightly before their lieutenant swatted the Scotsman upside the head. 

“You troglodyte.” The older man hissed. 

“Nah… Johnny-boy issa bit right… I jus’ never t’ought of it t’at way.” The Irishman replied slowly, then chuckled a little. While not expecting the conversation to go this way, it did remind him of what his therapist had brought up before. Malakai loved him, he would want him to be happy. “...he’d be happy t’share.” 

His words seemed to surprise the other two sergeants, though the lieutenant seemed to just be relieved that the other did not get upset over John’s teasing and took it with some sort of stride. 

“Yeah? Well… we’ll keep it in mind, red.” John chuckled softly and then nodded a little as Crow glanced to him, an unsure smile on his face. 

“Save it fer t’ride back, yeah?”

11:53 August 3rd, 2022

“Alright, so, uh, what’s everyone’s favorite food? One that you’d kill for at th’ moment?” Gaz asked as the group made their way through a particularly rocky pass through the mountains they had to head through. A chill had begun to settle in the air as they continued their trek north. “I personally I’d murder for some bangin’ curry right now.”

“I’m cravin’ somethin’ sweet,” Soap chimed as he wet his lips with his tongue. “It’s t’ start of raspberry season… could go fer a cranachan bu’ some shortbread would do me ova’.”

“Shepherd's pie, ‘specially if it’s made wit venison or boar meat.” Wolfhound replied from the lead, stopping for a second to let the other three men catch up to him. He leaned against the rocky wall behind him then turned back to look at them. 

It took Ghost a few moments to respond, though it seemed like he was really mulling over the question. “Hmm… might kill for a taste of human—”

“Absolutely not, ye shitehawk.” The Irishman squawked. “Yer fecked up.”

“Ah yer crabbit,” A boisterous laugh sounded from the Scotsman at the other Celt’s reaction, noticing the faint look of disgust— but in a fearful way almost. He clapped the shorter man on the back and gently grabbed at his sides as if he were mocking an eating motion. The light pinching seemingly tickled Crow with the way he jumped and tried to pull away. “Dinnae worry, Wolfhound, yer too sweet fer Ghost’s tastes.” 

“He drinks too much coffee for my tastes.” Ghost corrected before moving to lightly swat John away from Crow. “Too bitter— ‘e’s more of Price’s taste, heh.” 

“Yer not funny! Neither ov’ya.” The shorter man grumbled softly. “Least Kyle loves me ‘nough t’be nice t’me.” 

“Aye,” The oldest sergeant mused, moving to wrap an arm around the smaller’s shoulders— sticking his tongue out at the other two while playfully shielding him. “I’ll keep these plonkers from nipping at yer bones, eh?” 

“Yeah yeah,” The lieutenant chuckled before waving his hand dismissively. “...I’d actually like sushi… something with eel sauce. Or some sorta stew.”

“See… now that’s better than a bite outta our freckled friend— who may ‘er may na’ taste bitter or sweet.” The youngest of the four mused.

“Ye two are terrible,” Crow replied, feigning annoyance. “I hate ye both.” He shot a mock glare at John and Simon, only getting a few chuckles from both of them and a faint squeeze from Kyle. 

“Hehe, ye know ye love us, pup.” Soap teased, reaching over to ruffle Wolfound’s messy braid— further messing it up. He could not help but chuckle at the way the smaller man’s nose scrunching up when he gave his half-attempted glare. Though when he put a bit of thought into it, it looked more like a pout. “Ye feckin cute, ye ken?”

“Oh, dún do bhéal!” The Irishman hissed, rolling his eyes as he ducked out from under Gaz’s arm so that he could continue heading north. “Told ye ta save it fer te’ ride back, when tis is all ova.”

It did not help the man's case when he seemed to blush at the faint teasing, having dealt with this sort of attitude for the past few days it really started to break down the walls he had put up after the death of his previous lover. Though, deep down, Crow did relish in the attention— truth be told he really needed it deep down but couldn't let it show, for as far as he knew Ghost and Soap were in a relationship while Gaz and Price were in their own.

"Oh come on, we've got ta' 'ave fun out here somehow, yeah?" Soap teased gently as he headed after Crow, followed by Ghost and Gaz who shook their heads in light amusement. 

“Nah, yer just a collective group of dicks,” Crow barked back, only to huff quietly and grip the armstraps of his heavy travel pack. He stepped up onto a larger rock to start leading the group out of the rocky terrain as best he could. “...compliment obviously… I wouldn’ travel out ‘ere wit just anyone.”

“An’ ye feckin’ know ‘at.” John chuckled, grinning to himself as he watched the Irishman take the lead once again. The smaller man was agile, kept his balance rather well though at the faintest wobble, the younger sergeant moved forward. He did not hesitate to reach out, wrapping his hands around Crow’s waist in a simple attempt to keep him from falling backwards as he stepped up the rocks. “Yer lucky te’ rest a’ us are soo ‘elpful and handsome, eh?”

Kyle watched with a faint chuckle while Ghost shook his head slightly, though Crow seemed rather surprised at the sudden touch. He knew that even with his gear he weighed a little over one-hundred kilos— though he had to remind himself that he once saw the Scotsman lift more than his weight before in the gym. 

Wolfhound turned slightly while looking to Soap for a few moments, only to roll his eyes and continue to lead the way. “Aye, I ‘spose it is always good ta’ ‘ave eye candy along side yer trail mix.”

Soap nearly choked on a quiet laugh at the sight of Crow’s eye-roll and ability to keep marching forward— though he could practically hear the flustered tone in the man’s voice. The thought alone would send him into hysterics, though he held back as he knew Crow would take any chance to shove him off a cliff if he stepped on his toes too much. He turned back to look at the other two men, raising his brows with a smile. 

“Eye candy,” He snickered, then shook his head to follow after the older man. 

"Shut up, ya git." Crow huffed back with a little pout, but he couldn't help but let out a little scoff that sounded a bit like a chuckle before continuing on. He knew it was all in good fun— but that did not mean that he could not have some fun himself. He gave Soap a small sideward glance before grinning to himself. 

"Not my fault ye lads keep tryin' ta' get a rise out a me," he teased.

Soap could not help but snicker at the pout— not to say that it wasn't the most adorable thing, it just seemed so out of character for the smaller sergeant, though he was happy to see the man’s walls start to crumble. But the scoff followed by a light chuckle was the icing on the cake, making Soap almost wish he could have seen the expression that went along with it. He chuckled lightly himself, following closer beside Crow on their trek.

Crow continued to lead the other three men out of the rocks then turned to look at them slightly. Making sure they caught up before continuing on the way. Ghost was the last to pull himself out of the rocky terrain, but he was quick to catch up to the group and rejoin the circle, falling into a sort of rhythm with their pace. The only sounds were their own footsteps and the quiet shuffling of gear being pulled here and there. It was relatively quiet save for the natural sounds of the region, and it was obvious that John was starting to get a little fidgety. 

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"Ye ken," Soap started, falling into step beside the shorter man. The sun had begun her descent into the horizon— though it would be a few hours before she began to set when his voice broke the long, albeit comfortable, silence.  "I've been thinkin’…”

“Dangerous game yer playin’ t’ere.” Wolfhound quipped, beating Ghost’s attempt 

"Oi, quit it," Soap huffed in response, rolling his eyes at the typical cheeky response. "This is a serious question."

"When is anythin' you ask serious?" Ghost chimed in with a low chuckle, knowing full well where Soap was likely going with the question.

Gaz laughed softly and then gave a faint shrug. "They're right, suds." 

The Scotsman shot a glare at the both of them, mostly for being right. But before he could come up with a smartass response, he felt a sharp pinch on the back of his arm— courtesy of Ghost, who gave him a smirk before gesturing for him to go on.   

With a roll of his eyes and an annoyed huff, Soap turned back to Crow. "Right... I've been meanin' to ask... how long's it been fer ye... since the whole thing wit' your fiancé… yeh mentioned it, but neva said how long..”

"... he died last November? So it'll be 'round eight months given August just started?" He replied softly then shrugged faintly. "Some days it still feels like it happened yesterday." The Irishman then paused for a moment turning his head slightly to look up to the sky, then towards the horizon. He was quiet, though his faintly saddened expression turned to one of sheer focus. He was silent for a few seconds then he held his hand up to silence the other men. 

"...shh...listen."

The men perked up at the sudden signal to be silent, and they almost spoke up but stopped just at the last minute, looking between each other with concentration. It took a few moments, but soon the faint sound of a helicopter came into range. The four of them exchanged looks with each other then ducked behind a large rock— huddling close together. Ghost and Soap crouched together while Gaz pulled Crow over to where they had ducked down, holding the man by his shoulder almost as if it was a subtle show of protection. The faint sound grew closer to their direction.

"Military?" Ghost mouthed to the group, his voice barely above a whisper when the helicopter began to fly overhead. 

With precise movements Crow pulled his sniper from his back, though did not load it. Rather he aimed it towards the helicopter to look through his scope curiously. He eyed the soldiers' uniforms that were in the craft as it began to pass by, his brows furrowing slightly as he adjusted his scope to zoom in. As he watched the helicopter fly over he began to take a mental note of everything that he saw. The make and model, the size and style for how many passengers it could hold, and then finally, how heavily armed it was.

"Unmarked." He responded just as quietly. "It's not Russian… seems like an espionage..?”

“Whatever they are… means we’re heading in the right direction.” Gaz said quietly, lightly peeking over Crow’s shoulder while keeping his arm around Wolfhound’s shoulders. “Good catch, Wolf…”

Soap opened his mouth, as if to say something else, but just as quickly closed it when Ghost shot him a glare that said 'shut the hell up'. The group was silent for a few moments, but Ghost was the next to speak.

"We need to find somewhere to camp for the night. Re-check our gear... rest." Ghost said with a quiet tone. "If we keep pushing, then we risk running into them.”

“Rog, Lt.”

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Number 17! I’m curious :3

hiiii wyn love u wyn <333

gonna put discussion under the cut!

17. Casimir Pulaski Day – Sufjan Stevens

“so, have you been a bird this entire time?”

willow’s voice is light as hunter lands on the couch next to her, flapjack loping in at a slower pace, blinking a greeting up at clover on willow’s head, a large bee that buzzes her wings and glides down to land next to hunter.

“dunno,” hunter says.

“that does explain why you never liked being touched.” clover tilts her head. “i’m sorry for that. back with flyer derby, if i knew—”

hunter waves a wing. “i didn’t know either. s’not your fault, captain.” he sighs. he’s…still not really sure how to change. he should—he knows he did it a few times when he was crashing at the owl house—but then he had darius and now he’s pretty sure the man is dead just like luz is sure eda’s dead, and they aren’t helping each other any. so, willow. he knows luz is upstairs and screaming into her pillow and he doesn’t want to think about the why.

“i’ve noticed…” willow trails off, shakes her head as if to say nevermind, but clover flicks her wings against hunter’s side and says, “you still touch luz.”

“she’s...different. it’s weird.” hunter looks down at his talons. flapjack pads up to press their nose to the couch, and he brushes a wing across his nose. “i’ve only really told darius this, but…sometimes i wake up and it’s hard to tell who i am.”

willow says, “oh.”

“like i said.” hunter scuffs at the fabric of the couch. “weird.”

“well, however weird it is, i’m still your friend.” willow offers flapjack a hand, and the wolfhound presses his nose to it. hunter shivers, leans into clover. “you’re one of the best players on the team, after all.”

hunter flushes, fluttering. “that’s always been you.”

“nah, you’re pretty good competition.” she grins at him. “hey. i overheard gus saying he wanted to check out a human mall. wanna go make sure he doesn’t get himself hurt?”

“yeah,” hunter says, taking a breath. his tiny chest heaves with it. “i think i’d really like that.”

DISCUSSION

oh wyn you picked a FUN one!! a hunter and willow one!!! this is like...probably the only hunter and willow one so you hit the jackpot here.

so! this one is one of the earlier-written ones, me sort of...testing out hunter's whole Situation post-king's tide. as im sure you can tell, something sure is up with hunter, huh? yeah....his whole like. conceit in this daemon au is that he's actually sort of a little bit more like the daemon--belos was running out of caleb bones, and so for his latest grimwalker, he had to use caleb's daemon's remains...thus, flapjack is the grimwalker, and hunter is his daemon.

and on top of that ever since hunting palismen luz and hunter have been bleeding into each other a bit lol since flapjack is with hunter from the start here, there's something new i introduce! tho i think i will let you keep wondering what it is :) or it will come up in another one of these dnflgdfg.

i don't write willow that much! im coming up on 13 where she gets a pov so part of this is also like. dunno. willow and gus and amity are all in for A Lot when we get to season three, since luz and hunter spend a good chunk of season three not entirely sure where one ends and the other begins.

also her friend is a bird now. so. sort of a thing you need to get used to.

all in all, a little peak into what might happen over in the human realm. fun times! there's still a lot of unresolved ideas for s3 and i can totally see a scene like this becoming actual canon once i get there.

[froppy-butterflyfan2000]

He check below to see why the ship did not hit rock bottom by heading out of his captain’s quarter and to be at the deck. An underwater large creature with large tentacles revealed himself. His eyes are widen in fear.

‘No, it can’t be,” the pirate captain thought. How is he alive? Isn’t he physically gone, but his blood live on? How did Vol’Canos appeared? Suddenly the ship is risen up to the surface of the ocean. The salt water is flowing down and out of the ship. The captain’s mouth drop wide.

Suddenly, the his spine tinged and his body shake as he felt a dark presence. But it is not from Vol’Canos. Someone…. FROM A FAR! BEHIND HIM!

He turns around to see the amber coloured and green tinted eyes. The eyes belong to a woman with pink skin and pinkish red hair, still staring after the captain made eye contact with her. The eyes of a predator. The one responsible for the destruction of his Koa metal armada ship. She walk slowly towards him. “Ah, looks like there is one Halantean Maru Warrior left. A hybrid.” Said the mysterious woman. “Perfect.”

Sarcasm dripping down her mouth. She claws the metal pauldron on his shoulder. There is anger burning in her eyes. “Absolutely perfect the merpeople and Waterfolks are gone.” She said composed, yet in cold rage. “Where did your crew took them!”

“There aren’t any! They are all dead and strung up! All of this is for the Nymphians!”, The captain to intimated the beast. He laughed hysterically, thinking that all hope is lost by the hands of the beast and the dark god, Vol’Canos. He does not care he will die, just as long as the Nymphian gods come to get him to the afterlife and be one with Cor’aal rather than being one with the unknown ocean. Only to be met with a blast of an unknown magic, way powerful than the attributes he knows. He scream in pain. Vol’Canos is shunned, but the beast isn’t.

“Uma! Stand down!” Said the woman. A small ‘mermaid’ appear, coming out of the water and then lift her body out of the sea, flying. She has a star shaped on her head with a yellow shade, matching her body-tail. The captain, groaning in pain and bleeding, look at his attacker, floating next to the beast. He recognizes this mermaid as that weird-looking merfolk he and his crew found and capture to be torture. But the scars they gave to the mermaid is healed. The mermaid, a lummie actually, clutches on to the woman.

“Mama, he hurts me. Called me a blot!” The child, Uma cried.

“Mama? That beast is the blot’s child?” The captain thought.

“I know.” She said. “He deserves to pay for his crimes,”, she made a fists. Then grab the captain’s throat. “But right now, he needs to be alive so that we can rescue the other captives. Or I am not the Champion of the Ocean’s Darkness.” Nessuna introduced. “The Mad Wolfhound.”

The Halantean Maru Warrior and captain, Tua of this wretched ship struggled to breathe as he is held by the throat with just one arm. His throat is now squeeze, on a verge of snapping. Next thing he see is a blurred vision of The Mad Wolfhound and Uma and then darkness.

Uma’s mom frowned. She let the body go. Vol’Canos glares at her. Uma gasp and pokes Tua to see if he is ok.

“He’ll be fine, Vol’Canos. For now.” She said.

Uma belongs to @gloriousdreamunknown

Vol’Canos belongs to @malthric

You are the captain of a sinking ship. As you feel that the sinking is your fault you decide to go down with the ship instead of evacuating. It is only when your ship hits the bottom of the ocean and you are still alive that you notice that something is off.