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saltpepperbeard · 8 months
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"I think of you...often. Hope you're thinking of me as well."
Stede Bonnet in the OFMD Season 2 Teaser
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pxme-granate · 2 months
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peachesofteal · 2 months
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John Price/female reader The Ocean Anthology
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You're not overly familiar with wolves.
On the zoology side, you preferred marine animals. As a child, you preferred the aquarium to the zoo, the beach to the park, water instead of land. Something about the sea, floating weightless beneath a tide, modeling your own movements after tail fins and flippers, salt water drying on your skin at the surface.
The wild of the open ocean, unending depths, reaching where light could not touch, soothed something in your heart. It always had.
Which is why, when you looked out your kitchen window into the duplex's shared backyard and saw Aly, seated with criss crossed legs, ten meters from the largest wolf you've ever seen in your life, you screamed.
It was the surprise, twisting your vocal chords into a strangled cry, the shock and fear echoing past the frame of the house and into the gnarled slope, that had Aly turning back to peer at you, had the wolf lowering it's head in what you could only assume was a predatory lean.
"Aly." Your voice trembled when you made it onto the back deck, a hand outstretched, beckoning her back to safety. The wolf inches away, shying from your panic, the scent of your fear souring the breeze. It's stale, and sharp, and your heart thunders in your ears, rapid beat wild in your veins.
She did not even spare you a glance.
"It's okay." She calls over her shoulder. "She'd never hurt me." She? You look around. Where is John?
"Aly. Come inside." Your force yourself steady, pushing authority, what little of it you possess, into the syllables.
And then, a softer plea, from someone who doesn't understand. "Please." The wolf, massive and grey with tinges of orange and brown, watches you, golden, glinting eyes, upper lip curled, revealing devastatingly sharp teeth. It steps away, up into the cover of the trees, drifting into the darkness of the forest, glow of it's face in the morning rays just barely visible.
The little girl sighs, unfolding herself and brushing dirty palms against her coat.
"You scared her." Fogged breath rolls from her mouth, and all you can do is stare, incredulous, as she rolls her eyes and traipses over to her back door, giving you a skeptical look before stepping inside.
What the fuck was that?
You find yourself on a twisted forest path later that night. Unable to sleep, you walk towards the harbor, cutting through a side trail you've seen John on in the mornings, and others, occasionally.
It's just a side trail. Close to the road. You'll be fine.
The woman's warning from your first night at the bar vibrates in your bones.
Skip the shortcuts through the forest at night.
Warnings, pleas, instructions from John, all laid to waste in your trek, bundled up in your warmest jacket, gloves and hat. Your jeans stick to your thighs, cold prickling between the friction, headlamp illuminating the way, red light casting shadow into the forest, a thick fog settled in around the way.
You're not walking long, when you hear the first snap. You whirl, light pointed in the direction of the noise, to find nothing but silent woods, branches hanging low with the weight of icy winter.
Something cracks at your back. Something sharp, splintering through the fog's silence.
Your shoulder's raise. Your lungs go still.
Fear wraps around your throat, and chokes.
Don't look. Don't look.
John's voice echoes in your memory, severe blue gaze and downturned lips, opposite you at the table.
"Run."
You turn on your heel, digging into the dirt, and sprint. Around you, brush crashes. Branches and twigs break. There's a glimpse of paws, long strides eating the distance between yourself and your pursuer, panic bubbling up in your chest as you push yourself to the brink.
Faster.
To your left, a streak of white. Large, and graceful, taking downed logs and large branches with ease, cutting closer and closer, your movements growing clumsy each second.
The road, the house, are eons away. They might as well be on the other side of the earth, sanctuary vanishing before your very eyes.
From your left, from your right, breathing grows louder. Growls and yips and a howl bounce off the density of the darkness, heading you off.
Hunting you.
You can feel them. Wild, untamed lupine prowess stalks closer. Playing with their prey before they close you off from the end of the path completely. You're a child again, running into bed after flicking off the lights, terrified of what lurks beneath your bed. Sprinting up the basement stairs, hoping you'll be safe as soon as you touch the door handle and burst into the light.
Your tears come, sob ripping through your chest, a bleat of terror sounding off like a gunshot. You stay focused on the dark frame that's just in view, trying to outrun the snarling brutality chasing you.
When you find the road, you don't stop. You push yourself harder, faster, until the house is in sight, exhaustion turning your feet into concrete blocks, sending you pitching forward-
into a thick, warm, chest.
"What are you-" hands grip your upper arms, holding you steady, holding you close. An embrace of cedar and cigar, wilderness and ocean wrapping you up.
John.
"I- There- I saw-" You can't get it out. Tongue as clumsy as your limbs, you go limp and tremble.
The forest behind you is dead silent. Still.
"Shhh now." He murmurs, hand cupping the back of your head. It's large, nearly the size of your skull, and you press your nose to his jacket, gasping. "It's alright. You're alright."
"W-wolves." You bite, and his muscles go tense, neck rigid. You can feel torsion, the survey of the land behind you.
You brace for the scolding you know you've earned. The admonishment you deserve. "I'm sorry, I c-couldn't sleep, and thought I'd just... I'd walk. I'm sorry."
"It's alright, love. They're gone. You're safe." Love. The word suggests familiarity, affection, and you blink. He's gentle, still holding you close, grip firm and tense. You should pull away, salvage your dignity, your sanity.
You're a scientist. Not a child. What kind of display is this?
It all falls away, his thumb stroking a slow circle behind your ear. "Let's get you inside, hm?" You nod, still unsteady, and he wraps his arm around your shoulder, tucking you close. Adrenaline keeps you in unsteady limbo, hands shaking so badly you're forced to press them against your heart.
He keeps you in his side the entire walk back, murmuring softly, accent lilting on the night's breeze. He helps you with your key when your fingers can't quite get a good grip, pushing your door wide and flicking on the lamp, pale yellow glow comforting in the inky black.
When he sits you down on the couch, you don't protest. He handles you carefully, long touch on your knee, turning with a distant expression, gaze fixed out the window. "Need you to be good and listen to me from now on. Don't want anything happening to ya."
"I know." You croak. You do, now. Before... before, you didn't take any stock in it. Averse to being told what to do, naturally resistant.
Now. Now you see.
"They were so close." you try to explain, avoiding his eyes. "Like they... like they were-"
"Hunting." You look up, big breath trying to fill your lungs, and he gives you a grim smile, palm still cupped over your knee. Something else starts to unfurl in the pit of your stomach, butterflies shaking the terror and spreading their wings, fluttering anxiously against your ribcage. His proximity suffocates you, too warm, too close, and it clouds the space between your bodies, confusion roaring in your mind. He clears his throat.
"Get some sleep." At the door, he turns back one last time, and gives you a nod, expectantly. Like he knows you'll take yourself right upstairs and curl into bed, bury yourself beneath a mountain of blankets. "Goodnight."
"Goodnight, John."
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palilious · 9 months
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smooshing them together like two barbie dolls
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velnari · 1 year
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templars of the white glass
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at some point during my gideon re-read last year i became so obssessed w/ the eighth house,,,
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halfmoonstruck · 1 year
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a knight’s will
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johnslittlespoon · 14 days
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it's almost time. when? idk, when i stop being a coward LOL
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pepperpixel · 9 days
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Some new art of a very very old oc of mine! From like, when I was an 8th grader in middle school to freshman in high school I think, I haven’t thought about this character or the world she’s from in like… years, but my brain suddenly remembered she existed! And so I drew some art of her!
Visually, she’s absolutely mostly the result of my child self sticking Toko Fukawa from Danganronpa and Peacock from Skullgirls in a blender and lettin it fuckin rip. Personality wise she’s a bit different tho… she’s into politics! As in,,, she’s in politics ghgh, she’s like the chief of the surveillance department for the country of (mostly) witches that the story takes place in. And one of the advisors to the head ruler witch,,, she sucks! Hardcore! she’s def a villain lol
#I made 2 videos for this story and she’s in 1 of them#the idgaf video. at the 30 second mark#but. even tho I specifically remember when I first designed her she had the eyeball braids!#or at least eyeball buns#16 year old me got rid of em!!! for no good reason!#they were fun and cool and fitting for her role and character!!! what the hell 16 year old me!#original#original art#original characters#my ocs#artists on tumblr#eyes#doodles#the other video from this story I made is the something’s not right meme lol#the difference in tone is fucking tremendous#that one tho is more… a lore tidbit… like… it’s background on a phenomena of the setting…#as a middle schooler I did not give a shit about major or minor or background characters tho. or even actually telling a cohesive story?#like. I started w a few characters. and then. went on to characters they were connected too. and then characters they were connected too#and then on an on and on it was just a web of vaguely interconnected dudes in a vaguely interconnected world#no. real narrative lol. but I had fun w it! it was cool. I wish I still had my sketchbooks w the stuff I made for it#I feel like it’d be a fun thing to look back on… sadly fire took them… damn u fire ghg#* ​shakes first at past horrible traumatic experience *#anyway yeah! enjoy art of evil eyeball lady w no name lmao#*fist not first… spellings hard#partial nudity#in the second pic. but also u can’t rlly see anything so. I think it’s fine?#I’ll still tag just in case tho
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zeravmeta · 1 year
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auughhghauaughh actually fully digesting nito alters character line for nitocris proper being "look at that foolish girl, judging not only the priests who took her family but herself as well. no wonder she lives in the light of the sun" because nitocris alter might be the ultra powerful god pharaoh that caster nitocris always had the potential to become but shes also the version who lives with the misery of having had her brothers murdered and is fully alone after becoming a fully realized pharaoh. nitocris alter is the embodiment of judgement but has also become the underworld itself because after slaughtering all those who wronged her she now all alone.
caster nitocris' friends aren't her friends, shes an avenger with no vengefulness, shes a berseker only an objective will to judge, an incarnation of the sky stuck in the underworld, she killed her brothers killers but has no more followere, nitocris alter is fully and thoroughly alone and empty because shes now the cold underworld itself. all the anger she held has fizzled into becoming cold bitterness. the pharaoh who'd once been human despite being pharaoh had become the truly perfect pharaoh out of touch with her humanity, lost to her own role. the pharaohs are above everyone else, and nitocris alter might have just solemnly accepted that. she couldn't judge herself and thus became an existence above that once feeble self
and yet she is still herself. because even on the brink of that empty despair there were still those who wished for her to not lose that spark of who she once was, the girl who despite her godly status chose to die as a human. nitocris alter may not live in the sun but she is still the embodiment of the sun and such a shining will was so brilliant that her people, the long dead pharaohs and even anubis himself couldnt let it be smothered by the cold underworld. even after having lost everything and becoming a lonely ruler, she had never lost the will that makes her nitocris. her heart may have become calm as ice but it has never stopped being a beautiful flame
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gift for @jesse-png -- their fave Bellic boys!!
Little something I doodled out to cheer you up a bit pal :]
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oatbugs · 2 months
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just came out of the exam hall my hands r still shaking lmao
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autisticaradiamegido · 3 months
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day 26
someday if i can figure out how the hell people get these things made i would like to do some little destiny & malice acrylic charms. i think those are so fun. and while i mostly want them for Myself i figure that if i DID figure out the process, i should maybe open up the option to anyone else that might want them, soooo...
informal poll: if i figure out how all that works, would any of y'all be into that, and approximately how many of you?
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mastersoftheair · 3 months
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can you believe it? in one episode, we had multiple named women with speaking roles, talking to each other, not all of them love interests, most of them with their own distinct personalities and motivations! in an hbo war show! and they said it couldn't be done
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ceilidho · 2 months
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Ceil I went to an intro Pilates class and when I tell you I started shaking 😭was so embarrassed but I can touch my toes at least lol
I just wanted to tell you cause you were lowkey a part of me trying it out and it was more fun than I thought it’d be
I’ve only done Pilates once and depending on the type you go to, it can be very tough!! (There are Pilates studios that are more recovery/mobility based and some that are more workout based) it’s especially tough your first time, so good job!!!
I’m so glad to hear that though!!!! I love workout classes and I’m such a big advocate for finding the one that fits you best and you have the most fun with ❤️ it’s only worth it if you have a good time and enjoy yourself :))
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dailykugisaki · 2 months
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Day 124 | id in alt
A little bit of a rematch and my opinion on why you never see Mai's six(seven) shooter again.
Read from left to right.
#dailykugisaki#jjk#kugisaki nobara#zenin mai#i was on that crazy shit when coloring thay in-between panel#i just wanted to make it look like it was two seconds short of being a comically fucked impact frame#we all know mai was tweaking the fuck out when her gun shattered it took her half a business day to walk up to Kugisaki and try to shake he#they hate eachother they do violence#Kugisaki had another nail in her hand but its blocked off by the thick ass borders lmao#writing for Kugisaki is like breathing air#IM FUCKING SERIOUS BTW IF I SEE ANU SLANDER ON KUGISAKI I WILL FUCKING CAST 1000#1000 PLAUGES UPON YE I WILL NOT TOLERATE SLANDER ON MY GIRLS NAME FRRR#Plus tbh. be creative with it. Jjk fans regurgitate the same shit over and over snd most of the ones i see cant comprehend shit unless#unless its shoved down their throats and even then its like a 50/50#anyway i just love thinking Kugisaki always just bites back shes built like that built aggressive#bear agenda Kugisaki is still hear yall trust trust#also now i low-key have a simmering animosity towards Fushiguro. some people just make me mad. its almost getting as bad as the#the hate i have for yuta. i will not explain myself and i WILL mind my own Business#i will draw yuta for other folks tho#its whatever your honor#maybe my sodium intake is catching up with me#the lizard comment low-key stems from the fact i aggressively called the queen of England a biped lizard#i dont fade into weird political theories but it was kinfa funny to me#ive been thinking about making an au where Kugisaki is a robot. trust i can make anything work#i will not elaborate
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mlkmart · 10 months
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panel from hell's halsin scene.... not only did larian make him romanceable after they saw how thirsty the community was but they really said "actually lets do something yall REALLY wont expect" and im honestly GAGGED!!! 😭
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