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[worms-for-brains]

The Details.

A Drabble I wrote about a Captain John Price.

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John Price has always been a more sociable man. He enjoys talking with teammates and comrades. To him it signifies a bond. A relationship. Even if it’s very few words spoken in quiet whispers and soft murmurs.

But for once, he does not want to speak. Not with the hardened looking woman in front of him. Not with the one with the worn face and tired eyes. Not with the one he knew so long ago.

But, Price has to. At least protocol calls for it. Otherwise it’d be insubordination. So he turns the cigar round in his mouth and faces her.

“General Alcaraz.” His voice sounds borderline hoarse as he watches her come to stand next to him in the bar balcony’s railings.

For a moment he’s not sure how she’ll respond. Whether it be with a sharp hiss or a calm remark. Then again, every reaction he’s catalogued has been from what feels like an eternity gone past.

Her hands come to clasp behind her back as she looks out to the city line that’s visible from the balcony.

“John.” She replies after a while. Well, her voice hasn’t changed much. Ever the flat and stiff tone she had even as a cadet.

The silence returns, and it itches at Price’s brain. For all the reluctance he has to talk to her, he’s still a man of conversation. His brow twitches almost imperceptibly as he takes a drag from his cigar, exhaling a thick plume of smoke into the dark of the night.

“Why’re you here Rio.” Price says after a moment. The name is near bitter on his tongue.

“…You know why John. I send my condolences.”

She comments rather bluntly, it nearly makes Price laugh. Nearly. The sharp sting of her words overtakes him though. However he doesn’t let his mind wander too far down that pit.

“Thanks…” Price sighs, it’s a broken sound. “Why… goddamn it… Rio…what’s all this about? You don’t talk to me for god knows how long and out of the blue you decide to find me at a bar?”

The silence only grows, and Price wonders if he might’ve pushed too far for the stoic officer.

“Seven years ago… you wanted to be a general…” She murmurs quietly, finally meeting his own tired eyes with hers. Creases and wrinkles that marr faces too young for them.

“When they said no, you said ‘I guess I just can’t see the bigger picture.” Rio continued, pulling out a folder from seemingly nowhere, it must’ve been behind her back where her hands rested. She held it out to Price who took it with brows knitted together. Her voice is almost sympathetic in its tone.

“The problem John, is not that you can’t see the bigger picture...”

Price opened the file, a scruffy mohawk and confident blue eyes stare up at him. His hands clench the paper so tightly it might rip.

“…You care far too much about the details.”

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[miasudare]

Do ya'll think I can write?

(So, I'm kinda want to try like, writing and stuff but I don't know if I write good? This like, the start of what I'm writing)

Another festival was over, a start of the new morning could be seen from the little spaces between leaves. The sound of rocks, dirt, walking and the rusty metals of the cariages clinking could be heard in the outer parts of Darkwood. The cariages had scared, wimpy sheep in them. How many were them now? Six sheep? Seven? Seven. The last seven sheep in the entire lands of the Old Faith.

‘’C’mon, move them faster you lazy boneless bugs! We need to take these cariages to Darkwood before morning!’’ one of the cultists said, he was from Anura with a clear yellow mark on his robe under the Old Faith marking. There were about five swordsmen for the two cariages, two centipedes (a.k.a vephar kins) that carried them an done leading archer. These sheep were being taken to Darkwood, so that their wool would be shaven off before being chopped to each pieces of mutton.

‘’What do ya think we’re doing?! We don’t usually clib, we slide to depths of caves! Ugh, the grass is so irritating…’’ The centipedes yelled out, tired from the warm weather they’re not used to. Oh how they missed the cold walls and sticky webs.

‘’With that many amount of legs, you have no right to moan or complain about it! You should be greatfull to serve your master Heket-‘’

‘’Shamura.’’ The centipede corrected.

‘’Yes them. You should be greatful to serve.’’ The swordsman rolled eyes under the shadow of his robe. ‘’So work your many… icky… feet! What we do is very divine mission!’’

‘’It’s just carrying a butcher shop around, Troh. You take this bullshit too serious.’’ Another swordsman, from Darkwood said.

‘’Bullshit!? You heretic! You sin mouthed! You dare to call something sacred like serving your god bullshit?!’’ Troh, the said swordsman took big offense to that.

‘’It’s just some big, mutant overlords you call gods! You’re really brainwashed with all those menticide mushrooms aren’t you? The only thing good about them is how they are a man of their words. I’m not complaining until the worm stops feeding me.’’

‘’You defiant-‘’

As the cultists argued, the sheep listened. Three in one carriage, four in the other. Some had bruises, some had cut skin from previous shavings. The sheep didn’t have a name. They never needed one if they were going to get their throats slit open for one more useless festival, one more gluttonous feast or a simple gathering. Their fear filled eyes darted around the trees, hoping to memorize each path if a miracle were to happen, if they ever had a chance to run away from this life of torture.

‘’Hey. Are you okay little one?’’ One ewe asked to the silent one. The kid wasn’t much of a talker, just turned their age to be considered ’adult’ or, to be considered ‘food’. White wool, tired eyes mixed with hopeless curiousity. They looked up to the ewe.

‘’Yeah…’’ they looked away. ‘’I’m not used to going out the gates. It’s my first time in Darkwood.’’ The lamb added, continuing to look around. Most sheep would be kept either in Anura or Darkwood because how close they were to the main lands unlike Anchor Deep or Silk Cradle, which were deep down in ocean and caves with terrible transportation.

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[l0ves1te]

would yall like it if I posted the storyboard of the fanmade ninjago season me and jack have been workin on

[newvillainontheblock]

(From the @shadow-cafe)

Hello! I see you are in a... interesting situation.

It will likely take us some time, but we could pick you and your AU version up to fix the situation! ^^

WAIT WHO ARE YOU, BUT THANK YOUUUUUU wait au what

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[performativezippers]

i’m all sex positive and shit but i’m begging you. do not make your characters over 30 fuck on the floor. please. think of their lower backs. their knees. have some empathy 🙏

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When you’re in the middle of a fic and realise you’ve missed a very critical tag

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