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[33, filthy heathen, any pronouns.] Terrorpilled. i like to hunt and hurt men for sport. if you're followed by a different werewolf it's probably me. i'm VERY slow to respond to messages.
Welcome to my terrordome! I'm weird about AMC's The Terror 2018. Please tell me all about your favorite characters! I have brainworms about John Irving (he's chained to my radiator), Graham Gore (milking him) and Dundy Le Vesconte (redacted) but I love every single character.
I run The Terror Whumpathon Bingo, I co-run StanVoeux Medical Malpractice, and I am a baby mod for The Terror Big Bang.
Watch out for blood & gore (usually in drawings and paintings but also in gifs). I tag #pregnancy #gore #disordered eating. Please ask if you want something specific tagged, and beware my backlog probably isn't.
Drabble requests are always open! 200-300 words, any ship, character or setting (AUs are welcome and encouraged!). I'll make a post when I'm actively writing them and go thru my inbox.
Check out the ones I've done already: #drabble requests
---------------[ My Art & Writing]
#my art -> all art, WIPs and sketches | link to all Terror fics on ao3
---------------[ Fandom Stuff ]
#my bingo cards -> Sometimes I make bingo cards! They're not part of an event, just for fun. Feel free to use them at your leisure.
#fic rec friday -> I post fanfic recs every Friday! when I remember
#the terror but horse paintings -> The Terror characters as historic horse paintings
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30's, black/white mixed race, USA. And... aromantic? I say it to be visible! The internet is a diverse place if we let it be.
I love hurting the characters. Abuse, injuries, blood, open wounds, extended periods of pain, long-term captivity, period-typical surgery. It's so beautiful. <3 My cuteness aggression makes me want to hunt them through the woods and keep them locked in my basement. I'm also really into playing around with gender, dark themes, gross stuff, and all sorts of AUs.
Do I "ship"? To where? xD I'll ship anyone with anyone and I love rare pairs.
I love learning, I love reading, I love history, and sometimes I'll write a fic with historic background. I am here to play with these TV show characters like little dolls and put them in my saw traps. I generally disrespect most polar explorers and I don't think we as a fandom space owe anything to the especially imperialist ones (which a great many of them were). I don't think talking about history, current events etc hinders my enjoyment of the show and fictional characters, so I do.
I block confession and drama blogs and any TERF bullshit I come across.
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An Arctic Garden in the Lungs by @willowbilly. Goodsir/Silna. 3453 words. Teen. Major character death/doomed relationship
read in these roses the sad story by @dundysoup. Fitzjames/Le Vesconte. 7942 words. Mature. Major character death/canon compliant/language of flowers
a surgeon's guide to how (not) to deal with soul flowers by ekenka. Goodsir/McDonald/Stanley/Peddie. 23457 words. Teen. Big Bang fic with art/mentions of disordered eating
mine all mine by @bluelectricblu. Fitzjames/Crozier. 2189 words. General. Forced unrequited love/flowers for survival/crack treated seriously.
Notes on a Case of Rose-Petal Lung by @gairfowl. Fitzjames/Crozier. 5820 words. Teen. Ross ex machina/set on HMS Enterprise
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I was tagged for WIP Wednesday by @coolbutcher last week! Thank you! I'm no-pressure tagging @blue-bismuth, @ferylcheryl, @fataldrum, @werewolfsone, and @scioscribe!
Here's the beginning of a little Angel!Goodsir/Merwoman!Silna fic! CW fantasy Christianity, Christian/pagan dichotomy, divine collective punishment, non-graphic body horror:
The Father God Almighty flooded all of Terra for His human childrenâs sins, and He cast humanity from their feet in the light of air to flukes in the heavy dark of Aqua, taking from them their fire and transforming them into monstrous half-beasts forevermore exiled from the firm dry ground of their homelands. And, lo! the merfolk were thus made into being.Â
The angel cried Goodsir flew in formation beside its host of angelic siblings as the waves arose to swallow the land. It blew its silver horn to announce Godâs will to the masses of folk choking and flailing and begging for ruth in the cold brine below. It wept to hear Godâs most favored children drowning afraid, screaming, their flesh and bones twisting violently in their skins as they were remade. But it kept sounding its horn, its tears streaking down amid the rain to the surging quilt of frenzied seafoam like falling stars. It did not break formation.Â
After seven days and nights the lamentations and rains had mostly subsided. The heavenly host quieted its horns and retreated. Goodsir alighted in Heaven with a newborn guilt to have borne witness to what felt an atrocity, but none of its siblings were so weak as to have shed tears, so it dried its eyes and numbed itself in the comforting light of the firmament that was still its home. As if nothing had happened.Â
Millennia have since passed, and Goodsir still feels guilty.Â
Its siblings tell it that the merfolk suffer to be alive no more than the human folk ever had. Remember that thou hast no heart for guilt, they say. Thou art an angel that hath no heart. Open thine ears again to their prayers, oversee without interference, and take consolation that we were not ordered to extirpate them. They deserved what was done.Â
May I go down and heal them? Goodsir asks, for it still shamefully cherishes having worked miracles of healing for the human folk.Â
When thou art once more ordered, they say.Â
There have been no such orders on behalf of any of the merfolk since their inception.Â
Goodsir had loved humanity. It is afraid that to love the merfolk will be for these mortal beings to end in another torturous cataclysm. It would rather simply end itself than partake in another heavenly operation of the like. But it cannot roost away from material reality forever. Not when the host has noticed Goodsirâs lassitude, its reluctance that is so dangerously close to disobedience.Â
It attunes its ears beyond the encompassing orchestral frequency of Heaven and to those thready signals of mortal prayer that remain. Aqua is quieter than Terra, with far fewer faithful to worship the Almighty even after so long. But Goodsirâs guilt must sit within itself like a flaw, a fault in a crystal, a misalignment that reverberates differently. Because for the first time, it hears the prayers of those whom the Christians call pagans: the Godless, and those who pray to other gods and spirits, and those whose ways of worship an angel cannot ken.Â
It hears the most beautiful womanâs voice itâs ever heard raised in song, reaching into the broken core of its being, a selfish pleasure at her individual existence blossoming within it. A song of immense gratitude for mortal life that Goodsirâs very grace yearns to reflect.Â
Welcome to Dundy Across Time & Space, an open-ended collective bingo dedicated to Henry Thomas Dundas Le Vesconte, also known as Dundy.
He may not have many lines in the show, but that has never stopped the fandom from putting him into all sorts of situations, timelines, and relationships.
Unexpected?
Just wait until you see the bingo card.
Meanwhile, check out the Rules & FAQ post for details.
Coming Soon
June 15 â Publication of the bingo card and prompts
June 25 â Inspiration and mood boards for the prompts
July 1 â The event begins đĽł
Join our little boat and letâs see how far it takes us â¤ď¸
The Terror, but as an Indian serial, where the two ships are big businesses/companies/mafia families/whatever, with an equal amount of plot twists and plot holes.
And what if
It's written like a friend telling you about said Tv show they just found, and are weirdly obsessed with it.
drabble request: edward little, tats verse, size queen đ
One size queen Edward with a side of fisting coming right up! @laughablelament <3 :D thank you!
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The amount of prep almost made him give up, once or twice. But neither of them complained when he'd suggested fisting, and that had taken the best part of an afternoon, John's hand well past the thumb joint.
Plus, Edward had been so eager, if you knew how to read him.
"You've got to relax," had held layered meanings there for a while.
Still, he'd never bow out of new experiences, and this one has been of the top quality kind. There's being close and there's being balls deep inside your boyfriend, while your other boyfriend's dick slides against yours, lube and pre-come dripping on skin.
Once everything is said and done, with Edward crashed on him and Johnâoh, ChristâJohn slipping out, and he's too old to come twice in a row but it sure feels like he might, he rubs a hand on his face. His fingers shake a little.
"All right?"
The lilt in John's voice hints at concern, the same he had after shoving his hand in Henry's arse. That's so sweet; so John it hurts.
"Let him be, he's just got his chakras rearranged," he says, words catching, but he still pokes at Edward's shoulder. "Sign of life, Ned? He's going to worry in a minute and I can't feel my arm."
Edward groans, and Henry grins at John, wonders how manic he looks.
"See? Alive and heavy, just fucked out."
"EdwardâŚ" John's hand lands on his back, tentative.
Edward hums and pushes his face farther into Henry's shoulder. There goes his circulation.
"Ed? Are you okay? If we hurt you, I'mâ"
Tiny head shake, more pressure. When they cut off his arm, Henry will be able to say he lost it in the pursuit of excellent sex. He reaches up with his free hand, buries his fingers in Edward's hair. Tickling when Edward sighs.
"'M good." Beat, another sigh. John is frowning. "Can we do it again?"
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Did you know that The Terror fandom has a bunch of really cool collections, open to anyone and eager to accept your works? Art or fics or anything creative you might have come up with? đ
Milk his Tits Monday
Whip Wednesday
Fingers in his Mouth Friday*
Dick in his Skull Saturday
They're self-explanatory, I think :D three guesses on the one I have a hand in and two don't count, lol
Also-also, his is to be intended as gender neutral here, and I'm pointing out that a few days of the week are still unclaimed. You know, reasons. Also-also-also, if there's more and I missed them, send them over :D
*I could have sworn there was a FIhm collection, uhhh
