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forever-eternal · 3 months ago
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Ok y’know what
I’m interested in the time Adam got hit by a cannonball
You have a writing request now 👍
:)
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The air is warm on the Colony shores, the ocean lapping at the rocks below like reaching hands, ready to claim any blood and flesh that falls into her depths.
The sky is dark, lit with the moon and stars; yet the light is blocked from the grass and sand below, blocked by the smoke of the raging fires that have overtaken the British Outpost.
A young man, a soldier— a redcoat by the name of Arthur— knew this was never expected.
They specifically chose this spot because it was hard to get to without scaling the cliffs facing the ocean at the East, or through the thickets and woods on their West side, and the North and South are barren stretches where they could see any foe for miles.
But, somehow…they were found.
It had been a simple night, a quiet night of joyous songs and beers around the fire. The walls of their outpost are high enough, and the men keeping watch would be able to see anyone who dared approach an outpost of the British Empire.
And then a gunshot.
One of the guardsmen falls over the walls, into the outpost, and Arthur had never seen a man’s blown-through brains before—
Another gunshot, another fallen man, and the General starts yelling. Arthur is a few steps behind getting up, the others already pulling open the doors to their small armory when—
Arthur will always remember the screams of his brothers in arms as the armory burst in flame with them inside, crumbling in on itself in a matter of seconds, falling too fast, faster than any other structure should.
He will remember the sound of the nurses screaming, the sounds of bones and skin and flesh ripping, the sound of cries of terror and pain as he finally— finally— moves, snatching up his bayonet—
And he will remember it.
The man.
A man with red-brown hair, tucked into a black tricorne hat with golden edges. He wears black breeches, a black waistcoat with gold buttons, and his black coat has golden trims.
The man is tall, about 6 foot, and while he is not as broad as an ox Arthur can tell the man is built for battle as much as any other soldier.
The man’s eyes are green.
Normally, that would not frighten Arthur, but the green is such an eerie shade— a shade that gleams brightly like emeralds in the sun when the blazing fires glitter across his irises.
The man carried a flintlock in one hand, a basket-hilted sword in the other— the hilt glimmering and the blade dripping with the blood that splatters up the side of the man’s face.
The man is smiling.
And Arthur believes that smile is the worst thing he’s ever seen.
Arthur doesn’t know how long he stares into the man’s eerie, gleaming eyes.
It’s like he’s trapped, held still, paralyzed with fear like a mouse before a coiled snake.
And Arthur doesn’t know what gave his fellow soldiers with the idea to load the cannon, but he is just barely able to snap out of it and throw himself to the side to avoid the shot.
It rips through the man’s right side, taking half his chest, the shoulder, and arm with it.
And, to Arthur’s horror, the man does not fall.
He does not waver as his body is ripped through by a solid iron cannonball, and Arthur can’t even hope to look at the injury, his head pounding and eyes glossing away every time he tries to prove to himself that the damage was done and he is not dreaming—
The man’s smiling wider, and Arthur thinks he can see fangs— needle-sharp, too many teeth, the fangs are even longer– and Arthur can feel his mind trying to tear itself apart at the seams when he realizes that is no man.
The things blade, it’s flintlock lost with its arm— its arm that is growing back, it’s body repairing itself as it moves— slices through the bodies of Arthur’s countrymen like an oar through still waters.
It’s graceful, the things body moving in ways no human ever should; fluid and coiling but tense, like a snake ready to strike.
Blood splatters onto Arthur’s face as the thing comes to a stop in front of him.
Arthur can’t move, his eyes locked onto the things face above him as it shifts and warps and—
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Adam Jones stands upon a cliffs-edge, overlooking the sea to the East and a massive forest to the West, with empty terrain to the North and East.
Last night, there had been an outpost here; a British outpost.
There is nothing.
No ash.
No blood.
Nothing.
And no one will ever know there had been.
He smiles.
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artigas · 2 years ago
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what if i ... in respect for all of your sweet messages about tattoos and body images and your likes for that silly little post ...e-mailed a tattoo artist tomorrow?? out of respect for ya’ll, of course. what then.
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keithbutgay · 5 months ago
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hi!
um
yeah
notes goal post
because i really need motivation
(i stole some of these but shhhhh)
if this post gets 50 notes i'll drink water right now
100 i'll go to bed at midnight for the rest of the week
200 i'll actually do my laundry
500 i'll take a shower every day for the rest of the week
1,000 i'll brush my teeth every night for a full week
2,000 i'll stop binding for an unhealthy amount of time for a full week
3,000 i'll start actually wearing my ankle braces consistently
4,000 i'll eat breakfast every day for the rest of the week
5,000 i'll stop binding while sleeping
6,000 i'll stop wearing earrings i'm allergic to for a full week
7,000 i'll start doing makeup again
8,000 i'll stop eating chocolate for the rest of the week
9,000 i'll make my autodale masks
10,000 i'll touch grass every day for the rest of the month
11,000 i'll water my plants twice a week for the rest of the month
12,000 i'll put on my lotion when i need to for a full week
13,000 i'll eat at least two meals every day for the rest of the week
14,000 i'll finish my water bottle every day for a full week
15,000 i'll write more for forest files
18,000 i'll clean out my backpack
19,000 i'll take my vitamins every day for the rest of the week
20,000 i'll finish my stained glass project
21,000 i'll go to bed before midnight for the rest of the week
22,000 i'll do my summer reading
23,000 i'll move the knife out of my room
24,000 i'll eat three meals every day for three days
25,000 i'll stop purposefully triggering myself for a full week
50,000 i'll try my best to stay clean for two full weeks
i'll probably add more goals if this somehow get past 5k, but there it is for now :)
spam allowed
tagging allowed
ummm the deadline is halloween
*thumbs up*
go for it
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detailedart · 6 months ago
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Rise and collapse of a wave. Details of paintings by Michael Zeno Diemer (1867-1939)
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maddiesfreaky · 1 month ago
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nouverx · 20 days ago
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Arcane season 2 ending made me too sad so yk what, everything is fine actually, Viktor is now a teacher at the Academy and he mentors young Zaunite students. That's how I choose to cope.
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papirfecni · 2 months ago
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drunken caitvi at da club……….
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flowing-between-space · 3 months ago
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you, me, and the sound of my fingers in your pussy on a lazy sunday afternoon
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paracosmoon · 11 months ago
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theeroticlover · 8 months ago
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mielplante · 4 months ago
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late night talking with the king 🍂
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majinbangus · 4 months ago
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Not being used to the princess treatment or being taken care of. You're not one to rely on others, so when you get in a relationship with Soap, you don't realize how independent you are, relying on yourself to do things, not going to him for emotional needs. Sometimes, even taking care of physical ones on your own because you don't want to bother him or seem clingy.
He gets upset, naturally.
You don't let him open doors for you, nor do you let him pull out your chair at the dinner table. If you're sick, you insist on sleeping in the guest bedroom and taking care of yourself until the illness has passed. When you're on your period, he's excited to give you anything you need, but then you don't ask him for ice cream, or chocolate, you don't even ask for cuddles??
Not to forget the times when you didn't wake him up to help take care of you because you didn't want to 'disturb his sleep'. Fuck his sleep, he could've gotten that later, he would've loved to have a sleepy fuck with you. It almost feels like a betrayal that you snuck away to the guest room to get yourself off. If you'd asked, he would've happily taken care of you.
He needs to feel needed. Needs you to need him. Wants you to need him. Has he not shown you that he can provide? That he can take care of you?
But then think about finally giving in, and slowly letting him take care of you. He breaks down your walls, coaxes you into accepting his help, spoils you with affection. Peeling away that hard shell, and revealing that soft underbelly that didn't know how much it wanted and needed to be treated so sweetly.
It's a process, but Soap will get you used to the princess treatment. You don't have to be so strong all the time. He'll give you what you need if you give him the chance.
("I just don't want to be needy."
"Hen, I'd give anything for you to be needy. Let me take care of you.")
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ayo-edebiri · 3 months ago
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Oh…..
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blackkatdraws2 · 3 months ago
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[Toon x Mobster] A tender moment.
[Animation timelapse here!]
[AUDIO USED:] Chet Baker - Almost Blue Sound Effects edited by me!
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lavendervirgos · 7 months ago
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Can we get high together and have a filthy make out session?
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maddiesfreaky · 2 months ago
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