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‘ you got two choices: let me carry you, or die out here. take your pick. ’ to horatio from bram

{ Hurt Prompts } 

Horatio was silent – not out of any desire to insult his lord Edrington, so much as out of the very intimate awareness that were any sound to pass his lips, it would be only that of a wounded animal. He could not abide by the shame inherent in the amount of pain he was in, the throbbing in his side outmatched by no other injury he had sustained save the one he was deliberately refusing to look at. Even the cuts on his face paled by comparison to the drumming of his heart with every breath that forced his damaged side to shift in the wake of his damnable lungs. 

He would not think about his leg.

Swallowing heavily, Horatio acknowledged that he had no wish to die here, and dipped his head in submission. Grimly, he reached for the man and hated the awareness that any blood he got upon that pristine uniform would cost him more than he could afford in a year, but as Lord Edrington had already surmised – he had no choice, lest he consider his life worth less than an incurred debt to a man he had no means of properly repaying. 

With the other man’s support, he almost got his legs under him, but it seemed there could be no ignoring the damage done now, for as soon as the slightest pressure fell to it Horatio damn near pulled the major down with him when he stumbled forward in a pain filled haze, admittedly catching himself only by pushing with his good leg and all but thrusting himself into the lord’s chest for balance. Leaning against the man, Horatio fought for breath, and began contemplating if living with the memory of this would be worth surviving it. 

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name:     holmes
pronouns:     when it matters I grant indicators. default he/him
zodiac sign:     cancer / crab
taken or single:    neither. i don’t prescribe to the societal custom of dating. 

  • THREE   FACTS      !

01:    My greatest masochistic tendency is to go swimming in the ocean when it is windy and the tide is coming in and just let the sea kick my ass until I feel better. Downside of this was discovered yesterday when the surf slammed me real good into a rocky portion of the shoreline and my body suffered minor fall damages. 

02:

   My walks to and from work are sacred me time moments where I have my headphones in and music blaring and I plot out various responses to roleplays, come up with new ideas, or just plot my course for the next bit of writing / productivity I am hyped about. It’s part of my daily organizing and nothing makes me crankier than having it interrupted because my work uniform convinces people they can talk to me and I have no choice but to stop my day, take out my headphones, and accommodate them because so long as I am in uniform I am representing my company and I have no choice. 

03:

   My favorite cheese is Balderson 2year old smoked cheddar. That shit is sharp as hell and divine as fuck.

  • EXPERIENCE      !

past platforms used: gaiaonline / msn / aim / invisionfree / proboards / H!L / skype / cbox
current platforms used: tumblr / discord

  • MUSE  PREFERENCE      !

gender: I enjoy writing females but I am well aware that they don’t get attention / the attention they do get tends to annoy me so I cater to the audience and write as males, but when I am not focused on demographics and I am just Doing My Own Thing it really evens out and I write across the entire gender spectrum without much of a care. 
least   favorite   face(s): I used to have a faceclaim blacklist back when I gave a shit about running a blog for tumblr rather than running one for myself, but to make a long story short the general gist of it was:

  • If the faceclaim is deceased – I cannot do it.  
  • If the faceclaim is a youtuber, model, or singer – I cannot do it. 
  • If the faceclaim comes from GOT – chances are, I will not do it. 
  • If the faceclaim has been fanon-popularized since 2002 – I cannot do it. 
  • If the faceclaim is someone I personally dislike or who infuriates me on the principle of past interactions  – I won’t do it because I don’t want to project that on the player. This one I generally keep to myself because it’s my own business and these actors rarely come up – and when they do I simply inform the person that is a character I will not interact with on account of said reason. 

WRITING   PREFERENCE      !

fluff / angst  / smut: All of the above, honestly. Smut is kind of touch and go though and depends on the purpose of it / who I am writing with.
plot / memes:

I live for memes and turning them into stories! They are the easiest way to launch off for me, but I love plotting when there’s the seed of an idea but it needs a little hammer through.

fmk 4 horatio: styles, matthews, and bunting kadlkfjad;klajdf

{ FMK Meme }

“What is the matter with you?” Matthews and Styles were the closest thing he had to parents and friends, this was absolutely inappropriate. And Bunting was dead, and even if he wasn’t Horatio didn’t wish him to be any more than he wanted to sleep with him or spend his life with him. 

FMK invalidated due to strong parental roles and a ferocious inability to cross that line.

FMK for Charles: Jack, Anne, Teach

{ FMK Meme }

“Fuck you, Sky.” This was bullshit. The fuck kinda question – ? “Well I ain’t fuckin’ or marryin’ Teach.” So sure, let’s kill the man who made him the pirate he is today, why the fuck not? “And I ain’t stupid enough, or cruel enough, ta marry Anne.” The woman had enough shit in her life – not that she’d enjoy fucking him, which made the answer even worse. “Which leaves Rackham, who’s practically my wife anyway.” 

FMK for Jack Sparrow: Robby Greene, Tia Dalma, and Cutler Beckett

{ FMK Meme }

“For someone who proclaims to be in my corner as often as you love, you certainly have a familiar way of showing it.” That was harsh and unforgiving, but it was rather true. Such options as these were bitterly unkind, and only those who deigned call themselves his friends ever bothered to stoop to such cruelties – with, perhaps, a select few exceptions.

“Marry Greene, of course – only one of the lot were decent to me,” He pointed out blandly. “With all the respect in the world, fuck my dear Tia Dalma and pray to live to tell about it – and kill the tiny one.” 

FMK for Hume: Joji, Flint, Rackham

{ FMK Meme }

More alcohol needed for these shenanigans. 

“Fuck Rackham,” The idea of living with that man to the point of marriage sounded like a death sentance on his sanity, but at least he was good on the eyes, “Marry Joji,” Everything he knew of the man indicated he was honorable, quiet, and uninterested in politics. Not to mention reliable and stable as one could ever be, if not more so. “Kill Flint.” He was, after all, generally speaking, the most frequent problem party.

FMK for Horatio: Edward Pellew, Archie Kennedy, William Bush

{ FMK Meme }

“This is a foul game, and I will have no part in it.” 

Swiftly realizing he had no choice, however, Horatio grimaced, even though he knew his answer as soon as the names had been spoken – and some part of him rebelled at the swiftness of his own certainty. 

“Oh very well, damn you,” He growled, “Marry Captain Pellew, fuck Lieutenant Bush, and kill Lieutenant Kennedy.” 

kvothbloodless:

caffeinewitchcraft:

tiger-in-the-flightdeck:

spillsnchills:

When a character doesn’t realize they’ve been, like, shot or whatever and they hand brushes against their side and comes away wet with blood, and they’re just staring at it like wtf is this and then their knees just totally give out on them and they sink down, maybe gasping a little as the reality finally hits them. That’s good stuff.

I see that, and raise you a character who knows they’ve been shot, but waits until the rest of their crew is out of sight to put their hand against the slowly spreading stain of blood on their shirt, then trying to steady their breathing so they can follow without letting on how injured they are.

Okay but like the character who doesn’t realize they’ve been hurt trying to see if everyone else is okay only to slowly realize that everyone is looking at them with mounting horror. Then they touch their side to find it’s wet and oh no

all 3 of you are evil but i admire, respect, and fear you